Helor Diamondshard
Race: Blood Elf (Closest D&D equivalent - High Elf)
Class: Demon Hunter (Closest D equivalent - lvl 5 Fiend Warlock)
Has a bow as his pact weapon.
Strength - 10, Dexterity - 15, Constitution - 10, Intelligence - 11, Wisdom - 15, Charisma - 14
Saving throws: Wisdom, Charisma
Proficiencies: Acrobatics, Perception, Stealth, Medicine, Deception, Painter's supplies.
Feats: Healer, Mana Tap (homebrew)
The fight barely had time to begin and this wooden trough was already falling apart. I didn't sense any magic from the explosion. Was it another one of those goblin junk machines exploding in their face? Did one of the naga spells hit a barrel of gunpowder? With so many explosive things on the ship, we don't really need an enemy to get ourselves killed.
And speaking of that, the high elf sorceress that fell into the hole was unconscious but still alive. Or was she a night elf? Her height suggested the latter. Being able to perceive only people's silhouettes is honestly one of the most annoying things about being a demon hunter.
"Worrying so much about a girl you've just met? Is having someone not spitting in your face at first sight enough to win you over? I didn't think you were that desperate." As for the most annoying thing, having a succubus in my head is the first contender.
I habitually tried to ignore the voice. What the demon said had a grain of truth in it, though. People polite enough to at least pretend not to be disgusted by me have always been above most others in my book.
"Hey you, walking corpse! The mage below is suffocating! Go put out the fire!" The death knight did not show any reaction to my words and just wordlessly jumped into the pit. With that settled, I could focus on the fight itself.
"Zoz, launch your bombs where my arrows will go." The orc pulled out a compact cannon-like device in response and loaded a round metal contraption into it.
I searched for the largest enemy group with my unexisting eyes and sent an arrow toward someone who looked like the leader of the squad. What to my senses was a bright aura of fel energy enveloping the projectile appeared like a dim green glow to the sight of anyone else. It was enough of a marker for Zoz to aim. His weapon spat out the bomb with a mechanical "thump" sound through the clanking of its gears and a cloud of pressured steam.
My arrow pierced the belly of a female naga mage. Her scream of pain was interrupted by a big explosion that swallowed her and her comrades. Zoz's grenade killed roughly half of the squad alongside their leader but the remaining ones were simply wounded and panicking.
"One more!" I screamed while sending the next arrow. I missed my target this time.
Zoz, though, swiftly loaded another bomb and further thinned their ranks, leaving a few trying to scatter to save their lives.
After a few more shots it was clear that it wasn't enough. There is a limit to how fast you can drain a lake with a bucket. And even if we were faster, Zoz was already out of bombs. It didn't help that the ship was barely holding itself together.
"This is the end! And quite a poetic one, don't you think? You were worthless, you sacrificed everything to be less worthless, and ended up being worthless, nonetheless." I heard the demon's cackling. "And now you'll die in the middle of nowhere unable to do anything! You might as well have killed yourself at the start! That would've saved everyone the trouble of dealing with your pathetic…"
"You can see them!?" Hearing a real voice helped me to push away what I heard in my head. It was that Alliance guy who befriended Kank.
"Only those at the periphery of the fog. My Spectral Sight can't pick up those who are further away." I responded dryly to the phony paladin.
"That's better than nothing! Go with me! You're going to be our eyes!" He seemed to not notice the irony of the statement.
It's been a long time since anyone talked to me directly. Most people prefer to use Zoz as an intermediary. A nice change of pace for once.
"Go. I'll be alright on my own." Zoz stated while filling his scoped rifle with buckshot.
And so I went after the human who began to gather various offensive spellcasters the same way he picked me up.
For a moment I got distracted by the presence of the death knight who had already returned to the deck alongside the mage girl. The rescued elf was bent over nearby coughing but otherwise, she seemed fine. Good for her.
I was already turning my head to focus on more urgent things when she suddenly straightened and began taking steps away from the edge as if preparing to jump.
"What the hell!" I barely was able to mutter before she ran up to the damaged edge of the deck and flew forward. Before her body began losing its momentum the sorceress disappeared in a flash of arcane energy.