The Dwarven Interceptor Crew

The Boatrain, part boat, part train, all boatrain, dwarven hands were skilled and wise and made the hybrid combination of the two, this unique vessel was used by all Dwarves of the Underland's, from Unterbuchten to Belowy low low, and begottenlow, under the lofty low down below.

Including the 3rd dwarven interceptor crew, the elite special force of the Dwarven fifth army.  Where only six remain of the eight-strong team of multi-classed warriors, clerics, wizards, and rangers.

"Five pointer,"  Dhye asked holding her hand out of the engine hatch expectantly
Hosana looked at the tools before her, Many had handles, Some had edges, Others knobbly bits that did who knows what?
"Err what does it look like"  she asked
"It is pointy and has five points, like a star.....Quickly please unless you want to start swimming again."
Hosana furrowed her brow and quickly sifted through the tool bag, finding something suitable she passed it to Dhye.
From below the sounds of Dhye wriggling into place and hammering something metal onto metal, caused a spurt of steam to jet out of the hatch.
"What was that?  Was it supposed to do that?"  asked Hosana crouching low, half expecting an explosion to follow.
"Hammer!"  came the urgent shout from below and the frantically raised hand into the air. "Hammer now!"
Hosana chose the largest most capable lump of metal on a handle she could find and quickly slapped it into Dhyes Hand.
"Hammer!" she confirmed as Dhyes hand retracted into the engine hatch with it.
There followed a rapid series of hammer beats on something metal which resisted at first, but eventually creaked, groaned, and succumbed to the relentless barrage being meted out upon it.  Until at last the high-pitched whistle of steam died away.
"Ahh By the gods saggy tits, were still taking on water!" yelled Dhye.
Hosana looked to the front of the boat, where Major Broadside and his men were frantically rowing against the current.  The sweat dripping from their foreheads as they powered with all of their might to withstand the inevitable doom behind the Boatrain.  A roaring frenetic white waterfall plunging hundreds of feet into a cold dark abyss below, Where foam spray was grasped by the cold stone cliffs on either side.  Now only a few feet away from the edge, She quickly saw that the current had won this battle.
"Quickly to me, Everyone come to me!" she yelled as she fumbled in her cloak, for something. 
The Boat rocked as Major Broadside and his men quickly abandoned their posts and ran towards Hosana slipping and sliding down the deck.
"Whut now?" he asked Hosana "I Kannae Swim" he admitted in his thick accent.
Dhye came leaping out of the engine hatch cursing in ancient Dwarvish whilst covered in soot and grease, her clothing ruined beyond repair, she still clenched the Hammer and she looked around for something to hit.  
"Dhye!"  Yelled Hosana as the boat started to tip over the edge, she leapt towards her friend, Arm outstretched fingers grasping hold of Dhyes Hand. "I have you!"  she shouted over the roar of the waterfall. As they began to fall, gravity taking hold of them, Hosana pulled the blue cord inside her cloak.

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