The next morning the party sets off a little before the sun rises, headed to the forest in the south west. The trip is about four hours of dull, sandy landscape. There's something in the sand here that makes compasses go crazy, and the whipping wind makes it easy to get lost. Thankfully, Peat's dung beetle senses keep the party traveling in a straight line. Eventually, the sound of rushing water and sand can be heard. Nalu takes everyone up on a good vantage point, and removes his goggles.
"These are the quicksands. Do you see the bridges connecting those rocks? It takes about two hours to make it across."
It's a massive, untameable deluge of sand. It looks like it's a few miles wide, and there's no way to tell the depth. Just like a normal river, there are areas of calm and rapid waters. There are also vortexes of sand that look positively deadly. The only safe areas seem to be the spears of black rock that jut out in the middle of the sands, and the rocky areas on the coast that haven't been eroded away.
"These rocks actually have ancient runes on them that protect from the sand. It is said that the fey and the yaun-ti worked together to build them a long time ago."