“It’s Only a model”

Few lands are quite so heroic as the Knights of the Round Table, famed hither and yon for dancing whenever they are able. When people speak of the Gloaming, they imagine that it is a silly place, with its routines and chorus scenes. Before them stand the Minstrals, singing their epic songs of Knights who suffered only flesh wounds, and behind them the War Wizards, who some will always know as… Tim.

Knights-errant travel the land, farting in the general direction and seeking opportunities to become Lumberjacks instead of yammering on about cloud cover coming in from the west. Their nobility give battle on the forces of their great castles, though they be only scale replicas of what went before. The people turn their eyes to the Empire, seaking victory and replacement Psittaciformes, afore they join the choir invisible.

Alone amounst the nations of the Empire, the Gloaming has never allowed Barbarians to cross it’s heavily guarded bridge without answering questions three, but the asperation to achieve great things is not just found on the battlefield. Every Gloaminion feels that same urge, this is a nation that eats and drinks cheese, be it Brie, Roquefort, Pol le Veq, Port Salut, Savoy Aire, Saint Paulin, Carrier de lest, Bres Bleu or Bruson.

Gloaming is the land of Valour. The classical images of charging Kniggits, Spam vikings and traditional fish slapping dances may seem to be a difficult concept to mix, but as any Gloaminion will tell you, It’s just contridiction.