The day appears to grow dim and the sky turns hazy with reddish-gray particles of sand or dirt. A curious storm is fast overtaking the party, a tempest seemingly comprised of both windblown grit and tendrils of dense fog. Before the group has adequate time to find shelter, the party is engulfed by howling winds filled with blowing particles of earth and a mist that feels oily against the skin and clings to the adventurers’ bodies. They have to shout to hear one another over the storm, and can either attempt to keep traveling or find some refuge from the weather. Regardless of their course of action, the storm lasts less than thirty minutes before ceasing as quickly as it sprung up. When the air clears, the party finds themselves somewhere else…
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