[40,000 years after the dwarfs disappear from Midgard]
Two silvery eyes of a young dwarf stare out a circular window as not one breathe leaves his lips in fear of fogging over the glass. Any direction his eyes travel there is a darkness that absorbs the light escaping from the window.
Three loud horn blasts echo through the walls that surround the dwarf and his eyes widen. This is the moment hes been waiting for.
The walls start to shake and a soft glow of amber red light appears outside the window from below. The light begins to burn away the darkness while it rapidly expands out over rocks, dirt and marine creatures of strange origins. The dwarf can finally see what lies around the ocean floor.
In the darkness the fiery light emerging outside that window illuminates a silhouette the size of mountain and in the shape of a turtle. This turtle is the peak achievement of ancient dwarven craft and technology--one of the four ancient submarine constructs to be precise. Dubbed 'IronShell' this turtle has been the home for the dwarven clans of Sudri, protector of the south, for longer than any dwarf around knows.
There is now clouds of debris, large air bubbles and the red light mixing together outside the window. The young dwarf takes one last peep before he turns arounds and tells himself "Time to get to work."
Orfal Brownfury is this dwarfs name. He is forty three years old but since most dwarfs life can last three to four millennum's long, Orfal has yet to grow out of dwarven adolescence.
His work begins by equipting a safety harness belt around his waist and stacking coils of rubber tubes over his shoulder. Once he is stable enough to walk he begins climbing down a ladder and enters into an the air duck systems through a small hatch.
A few minutes later the door to a dark room is kicked open as Orfal steps inside with a mask over his face and goggles covering his eyes.
Orfal enters the room calmly but after a split second pause to get his bearings he dashes to a large tank and attaches the rubber tube to the tanks nozzel. His eyes are already beginning to tear up as he is assaulted by the faulest odor around IronShell, the lavatories waste.
"Dundrid that hack! why did I pay so much for these googles if they don't even work!"
Orfal begins to panic as his burning eyes weren't sure if he got the nozzle on straight but he was already reaching down to the valve handle and twisting it open.
'No worries if the hose falls off I'm always attached to the shut off valve with my... harness?' At this point Orfal realizes he forgot to attach his safety harness to the tank. Just as he is reaching down to grab the belt clip the hose shoots of the nozzel and sprays his body with years worth of waste build up.
The force of the spray knocks him off his feet and he slides back into the rooms door way covered from head toe in..."Sh*t! That stinks so bad." coughs out Orfal as he stands up and makes his way back to the shut-off valve.
This isn't the first time a waste exposure incident has happend. The first generation Brownfury himself made up the harness safety rule after it happened to him.
This was a first time it occured for Orfal though, and it will be a day no body around forgets.
"Well this sucks, I will be the laughing stock across all of the lower shell district if anyone catches me smelling like this." says Orfal as his mind starts to brainstorm ideas to slip back home unnoticed.
Securing the hose onto the tank properly and pumping out all the waste over the next four hours Orfal has decided on an idea to hide his stench. He can sneak into his friend Dundrid's forge and rub some coal silt all over his body before taking a few back allies to reach his familys manor.
"Yes this might just be the greatest idea i've had all year, worthy of even carving todays events into my lifes diary so one day my future dwarflings will know of their father's brilliance when faced with adversity!" Orfal mutters and begins to laugh to himself as he is to oblivious of the fact that he is crawling through the main ventilation shaft that feeds fresh air and cool breezes to each and every corner of IronShell.