Further inland, the fortified outpost of Stonehome stands half-carved into the rock. Beneath its weathered battlements stretch cold barracks, storerooms filled with dust and bloodstains, and a spiral stair plunging into shadowed chambers. Each floor tells a story of endurance and quiet tragedy: soldiers’ cots still warm, kitchens abandoned mid-meal, a gatehouse prepared for an attack that never came. Whether refuge or tomb, Stonehome endures—its silence heavier than the stone that bears its name.
Together, these maps set the stage for the opening act of the Rusthenge adventure, where isolation and mystery hang thick as the coastal mist.
