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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lughart" data-source="post: 5383055" data-attributes="member: 90731">The tracks lead west into the desert. They are relatively easy to follow, but the heat is brutal, and he high dunes make it very hard to see far. Trudging through the soft sand is exhausting, and after scaling and descending from sand dunes for hours most of you are longing to get back to the wetlands of the north.After about two hours the tracks become more visible, meaning you have either gotten out of the area hit by the storm, or the tracks were made after the storm settled.As you start to wonder how a pack of horses could pull a caravan through this terrain, you come across the first sign of your quarry. A horse lies lifeless in the sand, tired almost to death but breathing weakly. It's mouth and nostrils are caked with sand. It is not Buck, but looks like one of the horses owned by the caravan guards.You come across five more horses in the following hour, but Buck is not among them. None are dead, although some are very close. The last one lies panting at the edge of a long ravine.The ravine is about fifty feet wide, but goes on longer than you can see. Strange long rocks spiral from its sides, up towards the sky. The tracks lead down a steep slope ending at the ravines bottom, and you can see several 5' by 5' holes along the ravines edges.<<If anyone wants to help or examine the horses, post what you do with them before what you do at the ravine.>></blockquote>