Chapter 2 - Part 13

The Captain gripped the wheel, trying to identify the source of the rebellion. For the first time in centuries a sweat broke out on his brow, and he was grateful that the hag was not there to see it.

“This cannot be,” he gasped. Someone would have to be an expert at manipulating magical devices in order to –

The wheel jerked a bit, and he jerked it back, snarling. He expanded his senses, using his powers. Below decks? He was shocked. A hunter, a paladin, a warforged, and a barbarian, how could one of them do this?

“The half-daelkyr,” he realized aloud. Some symbiont was doing this for the spawn of the twisted ones. It mattered not, the Captain’s focus was far greater, he had centuries of experience, and –

The Captain’s concentration shattered like glass when the first arrow pierced him, gouging a slice from the side of his neck. He had rock-hard flesh and magical damage reduction, but the composite longbow in the hands of the half-orc staggered him and sprayed the ship’s wheel with dark, black blood.

And worse than the physical wound, his mind had slipped.