I am writing this from inside the Clinic of the Curative Concern in Booty Bay on the thirteenth of September.
Shortly after submitting my previous report on attack on Booty Bay, I felt it was necessary to include my findings about the survivors of the assault. But, by fel, that Genesaur was one hard to beat creature. I wonder though, where did those creatures come from? All those podlings and mandragora, they remind me of a time when I was working in a small clinic in Gorgrond. I just can't seem to figure out where they came from, and what they wanted.
But enough of my rambling. What I did want to write about, concerned the survivors of the shipwrecks. An hour after the attack, our Chief of Security, an Orcish Blademaster, a fellow Sin'dorei Spellblade, and I went out in search for survivors.
When we were walking through Booty Bay, we finally realised what happened. There were plant-like corpses, and a lot of debris lying all around the pier or they were hanging over the ledges of the upper platforms. We only now just realised how lucky we were to survive an attack of this magnitude. Should we call for reinforcements or should we just flee this little neutral town?
Fleeing would be the worst way to go. How about all these people that needed our help? The wounded men and women of the town, or those wounded amongst our allies. I can only shake my head to get rid of this thought. I would not abandon people in need!
We left the town through the mountain tunnel, and headed up to the beach. We could see stranded debris and large parts of the ships. We walked among the debris to find survivors of this disaster. For the first mile, we could only see corpses of our allies, and heaps and heaps of compost-like piles, that were scattered between the debris and parts of the wreckage.
Suddenly, moans and screams would be heard from the far side of the beach. We rushed to the origin of the sounds, and we spotted a male Human lying on the sand, twitching and cramping. His legs were half in the water, and due to his twitching, he was making quite a ruckus. Our small group of people hurried towards him, and pulled him out of the water. When our Chief of Security noticed we were near the Naga village, she made sure that I was properly defended so I could check out the patient. I just realized that before, the Nagas were scavenging the wreckage, and gathering the corpses as they slithered about. I did not pay any heed to it, because they were not directly interfering with our search, or causing a threat to us.
I kneeled next to the patient, checked his temperature and observed his body for suspicious wounds and cuts. Upon inspecting him, the human seemed breathless with hazed eyes and he seemed to be falling under a trance-like fever. Upon further inspection, I encountered several cuts filled with the vegetation amalgamation-like substance that we found in our research of the strange pollen. I quickly took a sample, before our Chief of Security called me to retreat to them.
It became apparent that the Nagas were not happy with us intruding on their grounds. Five Nagas came slithering down the mountain slope with their tridents ready. The Nagas were hissing at our group. "You are not allowed here!", the leader hissed. The surrounding four Nagas began hiss and stab their tridents into the air in front of them, to ready themselves for battle, showing us their intimidating battle cries.
While we stood our ground, they started throwing several nets at us. The Spellblade dodged the net coming straight at her, whilst the Blademaster sliced straight through the net coming at her, she jumped in front of me to head off the net that was heading my way. By doing that, she caught the net, instead got stuck underneath it herself, and she got slammed into the sands of the beach. The Chief of Security was more unfortunate, as she got instantly hit, and she fell to the floor, covered in one of the heavy nets.
Due to these results the Nagas had an easier time focusing on their biggest threat, being our Spellblade. She proves to be an elusive target, as she avoids being hit by two out of the three tridents meant directly for her, by combining superior swordplay and agility. The third trident appears to send her into a frenzy, as she hisses with pain, lunging forward recklessly.
The Nagas recoiled, but too late they realized that the Spellblade tricked them with the use of an illusion that charged them. With this misdirection, she was able to perform an effective flanking maneuver./p
While the Nagas were completely focused on the Spellblade, I cast a barrier upon our group. Due to this barrier, the Blademaster could use her greatsword, slicing the net and slamming the fourth and fifth trident away. Slicing into the flesh of one of the other Nagas, she made a long gash from its left shoulder to its right hip. The Chief of Security managed to pull out her dagger, and managed to cut the ropes of the heavy net, before getting back up in a defensive stance.
The Naga close to the Blademaster retaliated by stabbing his trident towards her, and the Naga close to the Spellblade died to a dagger to the chest. When I heard the Spellblade was in pain, I quickly threw a small healing spell her way. Two of the Nagas were trying to impale the Spellblade upon their trident, whilst a third charged the Chief of Security head on. The fourth Naga would try to thrust its trident towards the Blademaster, but it seemed severely weakened.
While our group was fighting the Naga's before us, we seemed to have completely forgotten about the Human lying on the beach. The shrieks and cries of the Human were drowned out, due to the louder sounds of the battle. In a matter of minutes, the evolved Human amalgamation crawled up to me, slashed my right leg with his tentacle-like hands, and then got impaled by The Chief of Security's spear after my cry for help. Then, when she turned to help me, one of the Naga succeeded in stabbing her in the back of her leg. The Blademaster retaliated by slicing its head off of its body.
After killing off the Naga, the Spellblade seemed to be slightly wounded, our Chief of Security was stabbed in her leg, and I was out cold after losing a lot of blood. I wondered, what would these Nagas want with the corpses of our allies and enemies? Would they want to use them as slaves or could they not see that they were not alive anymore? Or… Would they be hiding their involvement in all of this?
The answers to these questions still elude me. Further investigation seems to be needed.
Author - Apprentice Luxah Brightstar, of the Curative Concern.
Approved by - Counselor Noaen Sorrowsong, of the Curative Concern