They say you can find anything at Skull Port, a new life or a way to end the lives of others. Endless wealth, or a way to write your legends among the stars. Answers to the darkest questions or a way to keep secrets hidden for good, everything in this world eventually flowed along the rivers and seas into that blighted place that lived under the shadow of the cursed city of Waterdeep and many made the pilgrimage there to try find a real answer to their problems.<br/><br/>Just getting there was challenge enough for many and a few travelers passing through the Stonelands had managed to avoid intruding past the fires and flags that marked out the Orc baronies and kept to the traveler lands. Even Orcs knew that you had to let people travel through or you'd soon be crushed for being an annoyance by something more powerful and so thin trails weaved through the lands worn down by the feet of and claws of all those who'd passed this way before. The sun was low in the sky and Startop Crag was lit up by the flames of whichever tribe had fought to make themselves rulers of the land, few outside the Orcs bothered to keep up with who it was and far more concerning right now was the sky itself. Black clouds were boiling up over the horizon and  the rumble of thunder had gotten faster and louder as they bore down across the meadows. There was precious little shelter in a place like this but a stone structure still stood at the foot of a valley in plain sight of all the hills around it and those walking the lands could see the dots of other people rushing to get into the safety of some stone walls before the storm hit.<br/><br/>The doors of the stone hut were long gone, a few missing stones in the doorway leaving the gaps now caked in moss a sign that they'd been taken by an enterprising scavanger some time ago. The stonework itself was rather fine though, still smoothed and sturdy and chipped in with a runic lines of old text as a border two foot off the ground and anyone over six foot would have to duck to get in, there wasn't a huge amount of space to stand in it but it was spacious enough inside, a large round stone dias with more runic text circling it all that's left inside that'd make a good table or a break from the wind if there was no way to plug up that door.<br/><br/>A few flecks of rain were beginning to fall and the wind was picking up, those lucky enough to make it to shelter wouldn't have long to secure it...<br/>