A pair of excerpts from the Gazeteer:
Built in YD 1578, the domed Castle Nummknutts crouches like a bloated squirrel upon the hunched backs of the Hills of Distress and Woe (q.v.). It is said to be a place of weird chambers and strange hallways, not to mention bizarre rooms, odd parlors, peculiar closets and unusual privies. Formerly the home of Lord Bjorn the Fond-Of-Weirdness, this castle has been abandoned since his demise in a freak accident. No one has set foot in this haunted fortress since YD 1591...at least, no one who has done so -- and lived! BWA HA HA HA HA HA!
The people of the Lands of the Wilderlands of high Dumbness are largely an unimpressive and uninteresting lot, with the average IQ being outpaced by the average shoe size and common pastimes running towards cow-tipping, casual fisticuffs and recreational drunkenness. They build their villages and take to their professions and live their dull little lives, getting in the way of dashing adventurers and other folks whose lives are less pointless.
I don't know why, but when I work on something serious, I'm just kinda 'meh'. But when it's time to get dumb...