Hylaria

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Hylaria

The Protectorate of Hylaria is an educated, left leaning state, presided over by the magnanimous and benevolent leader, High Protector James I. The main language is Hylarian, with its curious mix of romance and cyrillic grammar, its national animal is the venerable ocelot and the currency is the Xanthic Tyrune, X for short. 12 cicabi = 1 samdeta, 15 samdeti = 1 Xanthic Tyrune. Hylaria is situated in the Isles of Belleron.


Politics

The house (or Giora) of 250 wise and compassionate young people (21-35) is presided over by three Protectors of the State, the Protector of the Hearts of the Nation (PHN), the Protector or the Souls of the Nation (PSN) and the Protector of the Minds of the Nation (PMN). The PHN has responsibility for health, defense, crime and tax relating to these things. The PSN has responsibility for 'pastoral' care for the nation, things like the environment, arts and habitabiliy in and out of the cities and their roads, and tax on these things. The PMN has responsibility for education, buisness and the economy and foreign affairs (and tax on all these things). The people are taxed individually on different things such as healthcare (which is nationalised). The senate of 20 adults (25+) is chosen by the High Protector, who is chosen by the Giora from past or present Protectors of the the State. The present High Protector is James I, who was PMN 1999-2004, at which point he was promoted. The senate members can be struck off by a majority vote of 2/1 in the Giora. The senate members themselves aid the High Protector in making important policy and emergency decisions that the Lower Protectors pass up to them. All decisions made by the Giora must be approved by the senate to become legislation.

Terrain

The terrain of Hylaria is described as 'barren and inhospitable' by the unscrupulous and insensitive bestowers of nation information. This could not be further from the truth. The softly misted moors of the Hylarian Hills could not be prettier.