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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Blackrat" data-source="post: 4450405" data-attributes="member: 27761">[sblock=OOC]About Dwarven time-keeping: Living most of their lives underground dwarves don't measure time by the sun and moon. They have their own time-measurements. The closest thing for a day is called Cycle and is about 30 hours long. Cycle consists of 3 Shifts that are 10 hours each, which is measured by a water-clock, a peculiar contraption only known to dwarves. Dwarven halls are active around the clock, as each Shift has about third of the population working, third sleeping and third relaxing. It is up to everyones personal preferances in which to do which. Usually a household follows the same pattern with eachother. For simplicity's sake, I'll be using the word day, and since you're about to be out dwarven influence, this has nothing to do with the game (except maybe the cultural impact of humans having a shorter "day"). Just wanted to rant about background information <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" />.[/sblock]Some hours later the air seems to take on a peculiar scent. Having been upside few times before you recognice the smell of outside air, which feels strange in your lungs. Not long after you see the light coming from the tunnels and soon emerge from a cave to the world above. The cave is on the low hills at the foot of a mountainrange. The Flaming Sphere on the sky, which humans call Sun is just setting down on the horizon. It is strange to see such a far distance at once, and Dûlin seems quite uneased. He rummages through his pack that's sitting next to him in the wagon, finds his helmet and fits it to his head. "Hmph, can't get used to that. I'm telling ye all. Someday it'll all come tumbling down."Agnar laughs boomingly. Some regard him the bravest of all dwarves, for he seems to enjoy being upside. The others would say he's gone mad, but won't dare to say it aloud.In the distance infront of you, you see some dim lights and tall shapes. It's Fallcrest, the human town, an hour or so with the lizards slowing you down.Halfway there you come to a large field with road running through it. There are many stone slabs standing in the field and few stone structures. A place where humans dig their dead under the ground instead of burning them properly. A mist is starting to form and there is an eery athmospere. The others grip their weapons more strongly and Agnar digs up a crossbow from under his seat.[sblock=Dwarven Burial Customs]Dwarves cremate their dead, and usually forge the ashes to weapons. Some, very important dwarves get their ashes reserved inside statues made for them. These statues stand in the Hall of Heroes, where they are revered as ancestral demi-gods.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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