Seeing this, the All Father was not pleased, so he took the houseless souls and rose above the Maelstrom and looked out into the Great Empty. There he cast a thought upon the Void and made a place for the breath to dwell; a land of mist where matter assumed the form of the breath’s desire. There he set the breath, the souls, to dwell, until the Gonfod should come.
The breath of life of the dwarven dead dwelt in the space the All Father created, and made of it a field of their own liking. In time, more dwarves died and they, too, rose and took the path laid out for the noble dead to the plane of mist, there to mingle with their fallen kinsmen, to build their own dreaming. Soon the plane was peopled with the souls of departed dwarves and they made of it a world of stone, with high mountains, green fields, and blue skies. They built pillars of stone to honor their memories and to help them remember what and who they had been. And these pillars dotted the landscape. Thus these fields earned their name, the Stone Fields, and there the dead came to dwell.
~The Codex of Aihrde
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