Scrapwall: This 3-mile-long junkyard of broken metal and strange debris stands in testimony to ages of scavenging and strange ambitions. Although the wreckage was depleted of any trace of skymetal or weird relics centuries ago, the forlorn and ambitious still scour the debris, following dubious rumors and desperate hopes to this plain of otherworldly disappointment. Even grimmer, bandits and deadly beasts regularly prowl the scrap mounds, preying upon the weak and unprepared.