The attack on Booty Bay.
I am writing this from inside the Clinic of the Curative Concern in Booty Bay on the thirteenth of September.
While many of our healers were resting, our Chief of security and I were talking with some of the people gathered in Booty Bay. Ever since the alarm for the invasion was raised, many people had travelled to Booty Bay. The diversity of characters within the city was noteworthy. There were Trolls from Senjin, there were Orcs from Orgrimmar and I believe I even saw a Taurahe from Thunder Bluff.
But apart from our allies, a lot of shady characters from amongst the Alliance had come. There were Death Knight, Rogues, Humans and even some Night Elves. It was strange to see so many people in Booty Bay, one of the most neutral of villages. In the end, I was happy these shady characters of the Alliance were here in Booty Bay, together with us, both with a common goal.
During our conversation with a very nice Orc Blademaster, screams were echoing over the docks of Booty Bay. When I heard the screams, I had to investigate those sounds. We, of the Curative Concern, pride ourselves in helping others, so I turned towards the origin of the sounds, and I saw a large transport ship breaking in half.
The screams that were coming from the ship were horrible. In the far distance ghastly tentacles sprung out from the sea, pulling the sailors under, as the ship got wrung apart by the submerged monsters. Soon after, the screaming of the sailors was drowned out by the splashing sounds of podlings emerging from the watery depths, as well as from the mountain side, intent on assaulting our defensive forces on the port.
We had no idea what was in store for us, as we readied our weapons, and I began casting a protective barrier on the warriors that, in turn, vowed to protect me from the invading mandragora, podlings and other plant-like monsters. We were smiting, burning and slicing the plant-like monsters in half. But they kept coming.
During these fights, we could hear more screams coming from two more ships in the harbor. The ghastly tentacles had proven that they tear apart transport ships with ease. But suddenly a loud otherworldly screech was heard and from the depths of the sea, a large shadow appeared under water, and not long after, a large monster appeared. "A GENESAUR is here!", was shouted all across Booty Bay. The large creature made its way to the pier, and on its path it left destruction in its wake.
Whilst our melee fighters stood strong on the front line, a monk was found on the roof of one of the buildings. He was tossing barrel after barrel of oil at the creature, so that the casters would be able to light the damn thing on fire. Melee attackers were ineffective against its large tentacles, but fire would burn it to the ground. I tried to assist the casters by smiting the creature with the holy light, but I was unable to help them set it on fire.
After my barrier fell, I retreated slightly more to the back lines, and jumped upon a pillar to get a better vantage point. I saw many of our allies heroically fighting the creatures. I would help them out by casting shields and heals upon their persons.
After several minutes of fighting and trying to slay the podlings, mandragora, and of course trying to kill the genesaur, some of the goblins reappeared, dragging a large cannon with them.
This additional firepower quickly turned the tide, where combined strengths took down the massive, heavily bleeding monstrosity. From the bay, beyond the reach of the genesaur, I noticed an alliance naval destroyer appeared to assist in the battle.
By use of fire, several cannon barrages from the destroyer, and the goblin cannons from within Booty Bay, the beast was slain. When the beast fell up on the pier the remaining forces scattered and ran away from the assault. From within the corpse of the Genesaur, a Deathbloom appeared.
After a small tug-o-war between an alliance priestess and one of our own mages, the alliance took the Deathbloom with them, claiming it as their prize for conquering the monstrosity that came from the depths of the sea.
After the Battle, our chief of security and I went back to our clinic in Booty Bay. I checked upon our quarantined patient. I also restocked my supplies, before we got called upon by two of our allies to search the shore, to see if there were any survivors.
Author - Apprentice Luxah Brightstar of the Curative Concern.
Approved by - Counselor Noaen Sorrowsong of the Curative Concern