Alim had been in sticky situations before. In fact if someone were to write his autobiography someday, the title name would probably be 'sticky situations.' But still, even for Alim this seemed particularly perilous. Despite that, he wasn't about to run away empty handed. It seemed like the sailor that had traversed the chains with them, along with his fellows in the company had a similar idea. 

Slipping past the corpse of the Sload, he stepped into the chamber of riches and his eyes immediately grew as wide as saucers. "You know..." he said, plucking up whatever shiny objects he could find, as fast as he could find them. "I am not so against the Akiviri attacking Tamriel if [i]this[/i] is what the spoils of war will be. I've risked my life for far less." So far he had picked up two rings, a necklace, and a bracelet. Each were gilded and bejeweled with various precious gems. After the accumulation of various items that were no doubt either cursed or enchanted, his eyes fell upon a crown. One fit for a giant. 

Alim's jaw dropped at the sight. He grabbed one of the wave-like ridges along the item, but before he could get a firm hold the ship lurched to the side once, and then a second time thrice as violently. "Fuck!" Alim cursed, then sighed as he rolled his eyes. "Time to go I guess!" The crew departed the room only to find the outside world had already opened up before them, the floor having been ripped away. Their only real are of safety was the scaffolding and bits of material. As the airship tipped sideways, Alim did his best to balance and hold himself steady before he leaped at just the right moment. Anyone looking up would see a hole that had been torn out of the ship air spit out a dashing figure that plummeted toward the river. 

Alim did his best to place his items on his person as he fell, but the rings were two hard to get on as he fell quickly and he placed his necklace in his pockets along with them. The bracelet looked snug enough to fit and he placed it on quickly as well to keep it secured to him. It was a moment later when he realized he had played himself. "Why me?" he said, or he attempted to. Instead he clucked it out, and found that he was descending far slower. 

[i]I guess this is my life now[/i], he quipped to himself. Though his greater magical senses told him this was only temporary. Still, it was an odd stroke of luck to land gently onto the water while also realizing that it would take the hour of the curse for his little chicken body to make it to shore along with all of his belongings. Luckily it was all strapped to his cloak, and the cloak was floating beside the plucked prince, his beak firmly on the cloak that the treasures and items were attached to. 

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Daixanos axe was ripped out of a dreugh, and he kicked the corpse over as the airship began to plummet. He glanced upwards, but realized almost immediately the trajectory of the ship had it missing the Kyne's Tear, or at least not hitting it full on. Though much of the debris would be dangerously close and might be deadly projectile's if one weren't careful. Another factor became clear when the impact of the moment caused nearly half of Daixanos' crew to plummet into the water. 

Daixanos sheathed his Axe once more and leaped atop the railing to survey the waters. He saw Arcel, Adaeze, Niernen, Keegan...and a chicken. He decided not to question the latter. With a hiss, he plunged into the water on his own accord after the ship pitched to its side, diving into the depths. To a landstrider this would seem a dark place where monsters lurked. But for Dax, it was a bit of home, and he helped those whom he could back to the ship.