It didn't take long for the news of a approaching sandstorm to spread throughout the caravan. Many people prepare themselves, covering their mouths and any equipment as well with long pieces of cloth. All the sandskiffs are recalled and are ordered to stay close to the trail with a minimum speed. They would be the eyes and ears of the caravan. If they were able to reach the arch, they would be out of the sand at least.

A short ten minutes later the first hard waves of wind starting hitting the group. Along with the wind come greats amounts of sand, covering everything and everyone in mere seconds with a layer of it. Shorter species who weren't able to get on a Yunik or a larger friend quickly struggle to even get forward. Some have the luck of being helped, others don't and are struggling behind the rest, the distance between them and their group grower larger by every step.

Those with keen ears might pick up strange, creaking sounds above the terrible sound of the howling wind. And those with keen eyes might see shades in the walls of sand. Those with belief might tell you that these are the dust spirits: People who died during the great Calamity and who can not find their way to the afterlife because the hundred tons of sand are blocking their path.
Whatever it is though, it sure is putting many of the people in the caravan on edge.