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Vi ran through alleys and down narrow stairs as he charted Iballat's location through the fog of Darkness that shrouded his senses. Above, a larger ship tipped over, and a streak of light and dark spiraled down to a lower tier. He didn't stop to gander at the failing airship. He knew now where Iballat presided, and he was surely in danger.
The ship above the Skadrad was affected by the fight between Shadow and Inner Light. The buoyant rose as the base began to slip from it after the wires and caps had been broken or came loose. It seemed the crew of the Skadrad was aware of the impending doom as their engines whirred to life. Aboard the ship, Hal began to make his way through the halls when the ship went into full reverse. Stumbling forward, he slammed into a door jam before falling forward with the sudden shift in direction. They were flying away from the dock!
Regaining his bearings back on his feet was a task with the momentum the Skadrad was gaining. Outside the falling ship rammed into the side of its helm on its way down sending them careening back towards the docking tier. They were not fast enough in escaping, but just enough to avoid serious damage to the airship. The larger fell out of view, eventually crashing down in the chasm below.
A bright flash of light lit up the cavern with a brief and blinding brilliance, and once the white light dissipated, so too did the dense black fog. They would no longer find their field of view hindered or lights dim. A distant crash and the black trail of a shadow caster streaking through the skyport was the only evidence of an ensuing fight.
With the jostle brought about by the falling ship, it looked as though the Skadrad would crash. The engines screamed and clacked and the belly brushed against wood, steel, and stone in angry groans. But by the skills of its helmsman the damage was more to Cabric and less to the airship which only gave the captain even more incentive to leave as soon as possible.
"Are you alright?" Hal asked Wynleth as the Skadrad evened out. The airship hovered over the docking tier, engines still humming in threat of escape. The tone of a whistle blew over the speakers, and just after a crackle the captain was heard.
"We are leaving in five with or without all passengers and crew," he said. "Count heads and report to me."
They weren't the only ship high tailing it out of Cabric, though they were one of the few waiting. Hal grabbed hold of Wynleth's good hand and guided her through the halls and down the stairs to the lower entrance where members of the crew were already rushing in. One of the thinner orcs approached the pair as they neared the door.
"Best stay inside!" he boomed in an oddly striking voice. "You leave now and you may not make it back on."
"Our friends are out there!" Hal said in return.
"They're on the way."
The last person he expected to return was Djavi, yet there he was entering the ship as though he had every intention of continuing on with them. Worst yet, he returned without the others. The elf brushed past the two and paused before looking back to them. He looked from the satchel around Wynleth to Hal with a set jaw.
"Both of you come with me," he said in almost a commanding tone. "They're coming. They'll make it."
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