<div class="floatright">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7dDNKoS2qq0/TV9pYGiPokI/AAAAAAAAAfU/5Q0nryZBweE/s1600/pillar+of+skulls.jpg)</div>Having made it out of the bloody swamp, you now must follow the river towards its source in the foothills. It meanders in and out of the rocky mounds for some kilometers, bubbling along, but eventually another sound joins it.<br/><br/>As you descend into a wide gully between four of the giant hills, you see that the river of blood makes a great cul-de-sac, between which is a barren plain. What draws your attention however, is a pillar of large boulders, 100 feet tall, from which a constant babbling emits. As you draw closer, your realize that the pillar is not made of rocks, but of severed heads of all shapes, sizes, races and states of decay, carrying on a thousand different arguments at once as this spin, spit and curse at each other. They pay no heed to your approach and do not seem to be of immediate threat.<br/><br/>You have found the pillar of skulls.