Just like what the captain had told me, later on, in the dusk. There will be a wave of amphibians surfacing from the beach. Habaraef has come to assist me - diplomatic-wise. Hereof, the creature liaison by the captain may also be helpful whether through talking or forceful interaction. Traps, hedgehogs, and outlooks have been prepared to aim at the waters. Just for safety measures, the members of Celamus family have allocated a meager of the resources to fend off the attacker. Ballistae, forts, watchtowers, and incendiary munitions are placed five hundred steps away each post in a lateral setting behind the walls.
I ask the demi-human sentient, questioning: "What is the deal of this other faction? Are you some kind of faction leader as well?" differentiating between Habaraef's plight and the other group.
"Fishing rights… and - -... I am a leader, - -... as well." Habaraef answers in rather a choppy notch and in a languid and vapid flow.
"I see. Where is your whole gang? Manpower is of a necessity, isn't it? If conflict arises, your men will be pivotal against the rival group." I say, suggesting.
"Captain… C-c-c-captain Leonis's men can suffice. They… they are-are-are-are ample for the d-d-d-defense." stuttering response, as I find the naga's statement comprehensible.
“Have it your way, then.” I daresay, as the reptilian sentient refuses to call for reinforcements if things go south.
I stop when I realize something that she said. Rights? Rights to what? I grab her elbow hampering the scaly sentient whereas Habaref focuses her notice on me, insetting: “Fishing rights, you say? Huh? Quite intriguing, I daresay. What is it that you have with Captain Leonis, then?” as I am getting some sort of detection of a romantic relationship between this creature and the captain. I just might have assumed it.
“Why do you care?” she gurgles, and it is of the first time she enunciates the sentence when she exerts indignation.
“Sixty-Forty? Higher up in your favor, inn’it?”
“Like I said, what do you have on t-t-t-t-this BUSINESS!“ the creature poses its gills as she is denoting an aggressive stance against me, she hisses.
Minutes later, the sun submerges to the ocean where its light is fading and as for both the little moon (Lunagius) and the near moon (Luna Maior) are starting to appear faint and beaming radiant, respectively. While the other moon - Meridiana is nowhere to be found. The dread is definitely there, everywhere the lads have set up their own camps and fires. All eyes seem to be out of me in a bigger picture. They are busy with each other - frolicking, sharing, mingling, laughing, playing, and everything else to keep them occupied. I wish Zechary is with me all this time. I’m sorry, kid, disparaging you up until now. Forgive me.
“Lord Ameniah…” a cry is calling from behind, muffling breath, summoning my name with a distinct voice of aquatic sentient.
As it catches my attention, I glance back to verify whose voice it is, replying: “Hey, there! I have never seen anyone who resembles you. Other than your kind. Were you alone this time when you made your alliance-stuff with Captain Leonis?” with a sincere and upbeat voice. And it is of the first time I acknowledge myself being in this state. Bizarre, huh?
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“Tethering? Are-are-are you talking a-b-b-b-b-bout tethering, Lord Ameniah?” reconfirming, whereas I nod my head to answer the creature’s inquiry.
“You call that tethering?,” returning back the question, where the naga looks me in the eyes with a stoic stare “Well, tethering! It is…” I pause, as far as I realize that I am playing a quite different character other than myself. It gives me a creep. This is not me, actually. This is not me.
“Yes,” she answers and she twirls her tail “As a-a-a-a-a matter- - matter of fact, I-I-I-I want y-y-you to lead. Some of t-t-t-these men, to be t-t-t-their captain.” Habaraef proclaims, a question is: are they willing to lay their lives in my hands, though?
The creature then signals the rest of the men to stay put. After a brief explanation, the members of the Celamus family are preparing to stand ground. As a naga, Habaraef can surely sense her race. The creature makes a whistling noise without moving its mouth muscles or using its webbed-fingers instead utilizing its gills. The creature then signals the rest of the men to stay put. After a brief explanation, the members of the Celamus family are preparing to stand ground. As a naga, Habaraef can surely sense her race. The creature makes a whistling noise without moving its mouth muscles or using its webbed-fingers instead utilizing its gills. The caveat seems relentless as Habaraef does stop not to warn us. And in a sudden motion, the creature's behest is giving us a restless concern. The men are equipping themselves with protection - helms, heavy armor, and large scutums, and some intermediate weaponry such as halberds, maces, broadswords, and two-handed heavy weapons such as buster swords, claymore, and spears to fend off the aggressors.
“For a small unit he has, how come he can avail equipment so lucrative like this? So similar to the arsenal of the army of Inglovia? And yet, the captain only allocates a hundred of his troops.” contemplating it, as I ask this question - what are the capabilities of Captain Leonis's organization?
The archers on each watchtower, guarding the post, have set their eyes but not their aim towards the beach. Waiting. Waiting for the horde to surface themselves from submersion. There are five (5) men who station a watchtower. And since it is nighttime, three (3) of those act as an additional crew for supporting the sharpshooters. They provide unusual and out-of-the-book tactics for illuminating the area. There is the one who holds the candle and in the middle who carries something that refracts the light of the source to it, and lastly, the man is supporting the beam on his shoulder and he is responsible for the control of the direction of the target.
Habaraef then growls in a low tone, whereas the men shift from a prepared position into a relaxed stance. The naga exits inside the makeshift fortress as she is going to meet with her kind. The swarm resurfaces from the water and the watchers from the high outpost focus their light towards the other naga party. The archers can't take their eyes off as not even a blink towards the opposing end except for our naga friend - Habaraef. The sharpshooters are on high alert and from their off-hand, as they are staying put with their arrow and not performing an aiming stance. On high alert, witnessing the conversation we barely hear from the distance. The sentries never skip a beat as they are watching closely how the discussion between the two camps would play out.
After a while and after they have done the talking, Habaraef slowly treads towards us - inside the fortification. “Prepare your arms.” the creature utters in a straight rhythm and in a defeated voice, as the men would do so as per Habaraef's behest.
“What is the matter? What happened?” I ask Habaraef quite closely, wanting to know the situation.
“Read the surroundings, you twat!” as it is answered by one of the men whom I am not speaking with.
“Yeah, double time! Those scaly fools…” follows by another, he then pauses. “I mean, except for miss Habaraef, didn't accept the proposition of compromise.” realizing the naga is looking at the lad, and then rectifying his sentiment towards the other group of nagas.
Well, fight. Fight, it is. This is quite a pain since it is my first time facing one - nagas. They are definitely enormous for the size of a human, such as me. They are immense in numbers approximately around a couple of hundred.