"Behold the Scavenger Lands, a land of unchanging chaos and predictible strife. Here, distanced from the sway of the land of prosperity, man faces man, nations rise and crumble, and the little spirits of the world watch in hushed silence as the land around them persists in a holding pattern of turmoil, everything waiting for some sort of lasting stability."
"Here may be heard the clash of steel against steel."
"Here, gods scheme to win the hearts of men."
"Here, the only truely surprising thing is a brief moment of mundanity. Such as the one right now. Absolutely nothing of notice is occurring at this mom- IS THAT A TINY TORNADO OVER IN THAT FIELD? "
"Well, it seems to be dying down. Shall we investigate further? Of course we shall."
"Hm! It seems at the epicenter of the missing maelstorm is a frusterated young man. So, now that he's calmed down, who is THIS blustery fellow?"