Yup, a Party of Heroes

Though this was the first time you have ever seen them you already had a strong dislike of these 'Heroes'.

They were gathered in a former Beastmen encampment. You knew that from the amount of arrow ridden corpses scattered about the camp. There was the largest corpse which was a Badgerman you noticed who's groin had been shot through by three arrows pinning him to the ground. You grimaced as you couldn't see any other injuries on the Chief and came to the conclusion he simply bled out.

Whoever did that was crueler than most Minions you knew of. Shaking your head free of the chills you felt you inspected the Heroes themselves. You spotted three Elven Men standing watch and all possessed armor and weapons that only The Master, and by that extent you, were familiar with. Guardians of The Tree. The Tree being the Elvish term for their Royal Family. The Elvish Royal Guard were here!? Just exactly what was going on here? Among them was a fourth Elf who through careful examination was revealed to be a woman.

Given how girly Elves were only big tits could really give them away as being the fairer sex or not.

The moment you saw the woman's face though you froze up and hid most of you on the branch you laid on. Never had you imagined someone from such a peaceful and loving race as the Elves could possess such a fierce expression. Black locks were kept tied back in a long ponytail which hung down her emerald armored back. Plated metal protected her shoulders and chest where greenish leathers covered her legs and feet. She walked towards the fifth and final member of the camp, stopping near the corpse of a young centaur Mare which twitched occasionally and placing her hands behind her back.

"My Lady. Though we have avoided detection thus far it will not be long before the Enemy's gaze will be upon us once more. Are you prepared to transport us?"

She questioned in a tight controlled voice. By The Master she scared you, you had an idea who killed the Chief in such a fashion.

The last member of the Party though was nothing like the Elves within the Party. Instead of the plate armor and bows she was dressed in a flowing white silk robe styled to where the wearer's legs weren't restricted in their movement. The robe itself complimented her figure flawlessly which revealed her shapely thighs and her bulging cleavage. She held a long oak wood staff which you assumed she used as her catalyst for her spells. Her face was utterly flawless, there not being a blemish or imperfection to speak of, topped with full luscious lips, a cute nose and bright blue eyes. And lastly long flowing brown curls cascaded down her upper back and two long braids sat on either shoulder. The Mage was breath taking, you never realized invading thieves could ever look as attractive as this woman did now.

You felt the foreign tingle of arousal shiver up your body at the sight of this Human Woman. Nothing was on your groin at the moment but if you chose to do so you could bring forth your genitalia. It didn't make sense to have your cock and balls flapping around while you were needed to move and move quickly after all.

"Yes. I do feel almost prepared. A minute longer and I will have the strength to bring us home."

You heard her voice, so tender and full of sophistication. A Mage of the Nobility perhaps? She gained a hesitant expression then, glancing down towards the body laid next to her and the She-Elf.

"But...I am regretful for what has transpired here. Was it truly necessary for them to die when we could have continued onwards?"

This...this was new, she was regretful about the Beastmen that were murdered? The She-Elf most certainly did not share the Mage's sentiments as she brought her heel down on the centaur's neck which caused its twitching to cease.

"Every moment is critical. The success of this mission depends on our own ability to move in quickly and escape even faster still."

While the pair held conversation with one another you noticed a large pack situated in the center of camp. The three Elves' backs were turned and were preoccupied keeping watch for anything approaching. The Mage and the She-Elf were distracted. That bag may very well possess your means of redemption!