A few centuries after the Godswar, in the aftermath of a Greater Wulverin’s eruption and rampage, the people of the eastern hills of the Grimmwold started to notice the trees beginning to glow. Soon, half the plants in that region of the Wold had developed some form of bioluminescence, as well as significantly increased toxicity. Eventually the fauna of the region began to be infected by this Gloaming, as it came to be known, using patterns of flickering light to distract or blind predators or prey and creating a fascinatingly unique collection of hides and fluids within the region’s marketplaces. In modern times, the forested hills of Gluhendel are a glimmering wonderland as beautiful as they are dangerous, and the Grimmfolk who dwell there are some of the most colorful and odd members of their nation because of it.
The folk of the hills have adapted to their bizarre environment; though it is no less deadly than other parts of the Grimmwold, Gluhendel’s dangers are less often found in being hunted by Wulverin than in making mistakes of navigation, eating the wrong plant, or inhaling some of the glowing pollens and spores that can fill the forest air on some nights, and so the culture of the region focuses much more on learning about the local biota than training in the ways of the hunter. The Grimmfolk here have a habit of wearing mirrors stitched to their clothes to confuse predators, and often keep their scarves wound around their mouths to avoid accidental exposure to the glowing spores. The region produces many Medwyrs and Wahrsagers, as the glowing flora and fauna are fantastic sources of alchemical and psychedelic ingredients.