The wheels never land on the track after that. I felt the mud on my mouth, I could see the wheels spinning before me, with trams upside down. The visions of holding through the fall flashed before me, leaning left and right like dodging arrows just to stick at least one side of the wheels with the track. I remembered when it splitted into three, the screams of the gnomes, the hearty laughter of the dwarves, the echoes that laughed back. I remembered flying out of the mine, not like a bird but like a dead frog.
I smashed through the ground and rolled over, the tram landed before me upside down. I didn't want to move, I wanted to stay there for a while.
"It was crazy," a gnome cried.
"It was great."
A pair of feet stepped before me, "Never thought would survive," I lifted my head up and spotted the dwarf standing under the sun with the same smile on his face. "I'm impressed."
My head dropped back.
"How long is the sea from here?"
"Walkable at the least," he said as he moved away. "We can build it within three days, if we start immediately."
A sudden wind rose from a distance, pushing the storm of dust towards us. Not far away an airship glided down, about two times the size of an ordinary airship, and landed like a bird. The dwarves and gnomes jumped into the cover, I rolled myself, Fyena was the only one who stood there without cover. There were pieces of rocks, trams, and there was the opening for the mine. If I managed to escape through it, I might warn the other dwarves. But I had competitors, the dwarves were waiting for that opportunity and I was pretty sure they knew a way to close it shut once they got in.
Fyena pulled her crossbow and loaded a new magazine. It wouldn't be serious if it was a small air-ship as we knew for sure it couldn't hold many orcs and ogres. But this was large, unlike something I had ever witnessed. A large figure walked through the smoke, Fyena pulled the bow up and aimed for a shot, the figure grew larger and larger, finally came out and took the hood and goggles of revealing the pale face of his.
"Boy you scared us," Helion shouted while bursting into laughter. Fyena dropped the bow and jumped into Gabrel holding him around the neck. The Dwarves joined the gnome with more furious laughter. It took a while to get back to normal and the elf elf mumbled something which got overplayed by the storm.
"What?" Fyena said aloud.
"We need to leave," the elf shouted. "Now."
Fyena nodded, there was something wrong, she looked back, "what about them?"
The elf squinted his eyes, "Survivors! Well done."
"Mind your words, elf, it was us who saved your lady."
"Sure. We can take you north."
"We are not leaving."
The elf blinked questioningly.
"There are more of them," Fyena said.
"They need aid."
"Sure," he said, welcoming the dwarves with a smile, "we need to leave."
"What's happening?"
"You are dead, and they all are, the men brought our support."
"We need to leave."
"At once," they both said, turning to me.