Runas saw the fish people starting to return to the decks, carrying the shiny Azerite things that the Horde and Alliance were arguing about to often. He knew they were powerful and couldn’t just let the sea snakes walk off with them! He moved to intercept the first murloc he could, darting in front of the creature before plunging the cutlass into its face. It flailed wildly for a few moments before going limp, Runas yanking the blade free from the corpse with a nearly sickening sound of slime and air rushing to fill the hole.
Taking a moment to survey the battlefield between panting breaths, the fox man had an idea brew within his mind. Grabbing up a pouch of azerite gunpowder, Runas threw the potent explosive at the brute’s back. The impact was rather harmless, though the gunpowder stuck to the slimy fish man’s flesh all around the exposed flesh near the stuck daggers. The Vulpera then proceeded to hurl the cutlass at the daggers he left in the beast’s back, hoping the clashing metal would spark the gunpowder and end (or at least severely weaken) the beast.
Lynara ripped her blade free from the last murloc corpse down below. There couldn’t be any more, not after how many she had killed. She walked past the hallway full of murloc bodies each holding onto little baggies of Azerite. “At least they didn’t set off the blight barrels.” She muttered as she made her way up top. She took out her bow and began shooting at the nearby naga still on the deck.
The Brute looked rather weakened but still fought on defiantly. She saw the Vulpira throw the Azerite gunpowder on the brute and attempt the lit it by throwing a cutlass at some daggers still embedded in its flesh. She aimed an arrow and said a few words infusing it with shadowflame. The black fire ignited on the arrow as she let it loose. It streamed through the air and smashed into the brutes back with the Azerite gunpowder.
The naga brute paused a moment as the cutlass and black arrow met their marks, sniffing the air once before exploding in a brilliant blast of Azerite and coating the deck in gore. The naga and crew standing near the blast were thrown back, with the heavily wounded falling unconscious or succumbing to their wounds. The remaining naga on board hissed in rage, turning tail and slithering back to the depths. A couple of murloc stragglers paddled aimlessly near the ship, relieved of their stolen goods and disoriented by the blast.
The orc captain shook his head, pulling himself out of a pike of smashed crates and plucking splinters from his skin. A quick survey of the scene revealed that the storm had cleared and the naga threat abated, at least for the time being. How long it would last, he couldn’t say, though the major concern now was caring for the wounded, cleaning the deck, and taking stock of supplies.
“You, figure out our course,” he snarled, pointing a thick finger at a studious-looking troll. “The rest of you, get to work cleaning up this mess and taking stock of the damage. And keep an eye out for naga. I don’t trust that we’ve seen the last of them.”
Alliance
The sirens screeched as they continued their assault; a few falling prey to the magic and steel of those onboard the Alliance vessel. Mithrian shook his head, scrambling back to his feet and regaining some of his senses as the siren song diminished, taking in the carnage present before him.
“Help get rid of these sea hags and you’ve got yourself a deal!” he cried at the stranger, drawing his cutlass and springing at a siren that was grappling with a nearby deckhand. He wasn’t too sure where the stranger had come from, or what she was doing out here, but such debate would be useless if none of them lived to tell the tale.
A winged shape materialized in the fog near Raiku, hovering a few feet away from the railing. Noticing that the warlock was currently distracted by other broodmembers, this siren grinned, beginning to croon a soothing song as she focused on her new target.
The warcry caused the nearby sirens to pause, one falling prey to Khalloy and another to a deckhand’s knife. Almost as a single entity, the remaining sea witches turned their gazes on Kaledane for a split second, before rushing the warrior with a chorus of horrific shrieks. However, this left the sin’dorei doctor free to begin treating the nearby wounded, at least for now.
A brief moment of elation passed over Khalloy as she had brought down one of the creatures with her shadowy bolt. “Aha, Got one…” She said, looking down expecting to see Glinda still at her feet but the chicken was nowhere to be found.
She shrugged and returned her focus towards the sirens charging towards the man who yelled rather loudly. She let loose another bolt towards them.
Meanwhile Glinda had been creeping around the battle-field. She was built for combat but her personality left her not very keen to join in. The gnome could handle herself for now. Glinda settled upon a barrel up on the deck. She nested down beside it, watching everyone fight the sirens.
Tolbyas smirked as the siren fell to Ezari and his efforts. Another of the crew had drawn the others away, so he relaxed a bit. Sirens were not an enemy he enjoyed facing. They had beautiful faces, hiding their vicious side. He sighed as he wiped off the blood on his dagger.
Or he would have wiped the blood off his dagger if he wasn’t suddenly lifted off his feet by a siren’s tail. He smashing into the rail with a sickening crack and gasped. The siren hadn’t even realized she had struck someone on her way to the roaring man.
Tolbyas gasped and coughed, splattering blood on the wood in front of him. “Not exactly what I imagined being swept off my feet and breathless to be like.” He muttered between coughs. Every breath hurt so much he could barely move, and he was getting increasingly short of breath.
“Skshgn! Qvsakf! Qor magg zz haggwa naus.” Ezari giggled as the void energies flowed through her. “Oou! Oou! Oou!” She laughed as a tether of shadowy energy went from her to a nearby siren. The beast was wracked with pain splitting through its mind as Ezari assaulted its very thoughts. With it subdued by the tether, Ezari formed a bolt of coalesced void energy in her hand and threw it forward at the siren, where it erupted and sent the beast into the sea.
Out of the corner of her eye, Ezari saw Tolbyas get lifted and slammed into the ship rail. He was coughing up blood. Or was it blood? Black ooze began to engulf him and he started to…
Ezari blinked and shook her head. The ooze was gone. Kill. Kill for the void. All are not with you. They plot against- Ezari put her hands to the sides of her head and shut her eyes. “Shut up.” She blocked out the voices, suppressed the dark desires swirling in her heart.
“L-light hear m-my prayer.” Ezari fell to her knees as the familiar sting of the light began to flow into her. “M-mend our wounds with a halo of your divine love.” From Ezari pulse a halo of light energy over the boat to heal her allies. She stood and focused a more direct splash of holy light onto Tolbyas as well.
“I told ya”, she muttered before grabbing her rifle and cycling the chamber with the first round from the magazine. The arcane ammunition gave off an eerie glow before being swallowed up by the machinery of the weapon. As the first siren came into view, her gun roared to life. Flame spit from the barrel as the first shot snaked its way through the fog and towards the shadows in the fog. She couldn’t tell if the screeching she heard was because she hit her mark or because there were more sirens approaching.
Myorga looked around the ship at the would-be heroes and crewmen fighting the sirens. They seemed to be doing alright, so she pressed a button on her rifle. The weapon hissed and opened to eject the shell from the first bullet and cycle another into the chamber. She put the rifle to her shoulder, and waited for her opportunity.
…and there it was. She lowered her rifle and whistled to Loba. Her wolf snapped to attention from where he was snarling at the sirens surrounding the ship. Satisfied that he would aid her, she raised her rifle again and aimed at the siren that had just attacked the night elf. Loba understood what was about to happen and crouched, ready for his master’s signal. Myorga aligned the sights of her gun with the siren and pulled the trigger. The gun roared again as an arcane blast shot from the barrel and into the siren, her wolf close on its heels.
Myorga pressed the button again to activate the next round in the magazine and waited for her next clean shot.