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Actually, now that I thought about it, perhaps a mixture of the two? Fighting more than I had to sounded like a good way to get me, or my utterly lovely companions, hurt badly or killed. Something that I, obviously, was not remotely interested in allowing to happen. That being said, if the mind flayer that would be fighting Zhalk stunned him with a Mind Blast, it probably wouldn't be too hard for the three of us to steal his weapon before sprinting for the console. Hell, with my ability to fly I could bypass the dog-demons and the imps between Zhalk and the console, but I had no idea what would happen to Lae'zel and 'Heart if we jumped -and subsequently crashed- with them standing too far away from the breach in the bridge's hull.
The last of the doors-that-was-sphincter-in-appearance-and-name opened in front of us and we moved through quickly, weapons held at the ready, and just like the in-game cutscene, the fighting unfolded. A cambion collapsed, dead from having it's mind shredded, and moments later the mind flayer that had killed it collapsed to the ground gushing blood from it's eviscerated corpse as a quartet of imps shredded robe and skin with ruthless and cruel abandon. One of which I promptly shot out of the sky, a crossbow bolt punching through it's eye."
"Thralls! Connect the tendrils on the transponder and take us to safety! Leave the cambion to me!" the mental command thundered through my mind a moment later from not-the-Emperor (seriously, I wasn't sure whether I wanted the guy to exist or not. They ruined a perfectly good legendary character, and the original plotline for the tadpoles had been so much better) that was busy fighting the admittedly very impressive -physically- specimen that could only be Zhalk.
"You girls work together, take the fight to them. I'll pick people off from here and move up to support you as we clear. Ignore the mind flayer and the cambion, we can deal with whoever survives after we get the fuck out of Avernus." I ordered briskly as I reloaded, which fortunately was a task far, far easier and quicker than the same task with a similar weapon would have been back on Earth. I didn't need a lever or a crank, for one thing. Let's hear it for universes where most people have semi-superpowers, eh?
Lae'zel didn't spend so much as a heartbeat of waiting, charging towards the nearest imp with a particularly guttural, and probably spectacularly foul, shouted phrase in her native language. Shadowheart spared me a moment of consideration before following, though her own charge was rather quieter than that of our more rash compatriot. For my part, I delved into the second and third of my gacha-born powers, and the long, spade-tipped tail that had grown from just above the cleft of my ass was joined by a pair of stereotypically bat-like wings that sprouted from the vicinity of my shoulder blades.
Then I was airborne, and the first bolt I fired punched through the armored skill of a hellsboar, which promptly and silently slumped to the ground as a corpse. In return, I found myself having to strafe quickly to my right in order to avoid the hissing passage of a pair of bolts loosed by two imps on the far side of the bridge. A shout of 'Ignis' from below me heralded Shadowheart lending some support, and to my surprise the bolt of flame hit true. It also, unfortunately, didn't do much damage. Small wonder, demons and devils were rather comfortable with large quantities of fire, after all.
"'Heart, use a Holy-based spell instead, it will be more effective!" I shouted down to the raven-haired half-elf, dragging back the bolt-latch of my weapon and laying another piece of ammunition in the groove once it was anchored, my eyes casting about for a target even as a bolt of blinding golden light leap from her hand to turn the same imp to ash. It's friend took aim at my girl -and she would be mine, I was determined, System or no System, I would save her from Shar and keep hold of her, damn it all!-, only to fall clutching at the shaft of my bolt as it sprouted from the little beast's chest in response to an almost-absent twitch of my hands.
That left the monsters on this side of the battling illithid and cambion dead or engaged by the girls, and that meant an opportunity. As I'd observed earlier, trying to fight them as we were would be suicide. Illithid were superlative spellcasters, and trying to fight a cambion in close combat without armor and while drained and exhausted from the tadpole implanting process was insane. But what I could do was take advantage of my height and distance to…manipulate the situation a little.
And hopefully abscond with some nice loot while I was at it. Come to think of it, Karlach would probably consider it a damn fine joke if I introduced myself to her and promptly tossed her a giant flaming sword. She had a fine sense of humor to go with a spectacular body.
One might even call her hot.
Heh heh heh.
My crossbow twanged and Zhalk roared in outrage as the bolt punched into his shoulder. Not a fatal wound, not even a crippling or particularly grievous would, between his pauldron and natural toughness, but it was enough to make his hands spasm, sending the Everburn Blade clattering to the ground. Perfectly placed for me to swoop in and grab it, though I'd have to be careful of…
My eyebrows raised as the Mind Flayer, apparently not entirely an idiot consumed by his arrogance, promptly kicked the blade down the small dais the pair of them were fighting on. Not wanting for Zhalk to pick it back up, I supposed, but it would make my job a lot easier. I darted deckward, touching down lightly and wrapping my fingers around the hilt before hurling myself skyward once more, grinning with glee and flush with success. I'd been resigned to either some nasty risks or missing out on a potentially very useful weapon, and here was good fortune practically throwing itself into my…
The firebolt impacted the joint where my right wing met my back, and the short-lived shriek I let loose with as I plummeted from the sky to plow into the deck wasn't quite the banshee scream my name-and-appearance-sake had been famous for, but it was damned close and full of shocked agony all the same. Hitting the deck felt even worse, and I was dimly aware of Zhalk roaring orders. Why, and to whom? The cambions that had just stormed onto the bridge, reinforcements that I had completely forgotten about, that's who. Which meant that they'd be helping Zhalk finish off the mind flayer and then they'd be coming after us.
That's what we called 'a time limit'.
"Sylvanas!" 'Heart cried out, appearing in my field of view and falling to her knees beside me with hands that shone gold, Lae'zel swiping my crossbow off the ground, taking aim, and firing. A roar of pain was her reward, as one of the cambion was struck to one degree or another, and the pain in my back quickly faded. Thank God, or the gods I supposed, for clerics. "Are you alright?"
"Getting there." I ground out as I pushed myself to my feet, taking a look towards the console. The now-sparsely defended console. It looked like the girls had nearly reached it when I was shot down, and come back for me. "'Heart, help me move until my wing finishes recovering. Lae'zel, deal with the console. As soon as the ship teleports out of Avernus, we'll go out the breach in the hull and I'll take us to the ground."
"Can you bear the weight long enough?" Lae'zel asked, harshly but fairly, and I gave sharp back of humorless laughter as we started moving.
"We don't have much of a choice. I think being in this thing when it hits the ground is a very bad idea." I responded, wings fluttering slightly as I worked the freshly-healed joint. "But yes, I can manage. I'm not a normal elf, you know. I'm stronger than most."
"Not a normal elf, she says." Shadowheart scoffed, hauling on my arm as we -and there was no other word for it- fled our enemies with rather undignified haste. "You wouldn't know 'normal' if it…"
"Down!" Lae'zel snapped the command and we obeyed it in an instant, a crossbow bolt hissing through the air from the only remaining imp, and I watched with something approaching lustful awe as the githyanki plucked a handaxe from her belt and hurled it across the room, where it sank directly into the thing's chest. "Move!"
We moved.
Bare feet slapped loudly on blood-stained metal as we ran, stumbling but keeping our feet as much from desperation-fueled talent as genuine practiced skill, our breathing heaving and our hearts pounding. Lae'zel went straight for the console, grabbing at the tendrils even as Shadowheart and I made our way towards the console. At which point I was reminded of something else that I'd forgotten due to skipping certain cutscenes after my first couple of playthroughs.
Namely, the fact that a dragon was currently sticking it's head in through yet another hole in the hull with the intention of roasting us all alive. Lae'zel, unlike 'Tav' however, wasn't a moron that would hesitate and stare at the flying, flaming death-lizard. Instead, she finished connecting the tendrils and 'strummed' the fused fleshy length. An instant later, the dragon was gone, the world around us turning to a blur of purples and blues and star-streaked black.
A shout of her name had the gith sprinting towards Shadowheart and I, her expression determined and verging on desperate. The world outside resolved itself into a beautiful, if smoke-stained, night sky, and I shouted for her to hurry as the nautiloid rocked once, twice, three times. Secondary explosions, ones that had clearly damaged something critical, as the nautiloid began to fall. Lae'zel reached us, tucking herself under my left arm even as Shadowheart pressed herself against my right side, and together we hurled ourselves out into the open air.
It wasn't quite like hitting a wall, because I wasn't stupid enough to try and instantly halt in midair, but it was still cold enough and 'hard' enough that it ripped the breath right out of my lungs and stun me for a moment. It was all I could do to hold the girls, and the Everburn Blade plummeted towards the sands below us. For a pants-wettingly terrifying moment we simply continued to fall after it, the weight of three fully-grown women dragging us towards the ground with ever-increasing speed.
Then my wings caught the wind, thin but supernaturally strong, and our descent slowed from 'oh gods we're all going to die' to merely 'fuck me that hurts'. My wings screamed, my arms burned from the effort of holding Shadowheart and Lae'zel safe and tight, and I was pretty sure I was going to have some brutal bruises and cuts on my body from their own grips.
"Aim for the water by the beach, it will absorb the impact! The nautiloid is going to strike at the top of the cliffs! We will be safer from anything that survives if we are down by the water!" Lae'zel shouted in my ear, visibly resisting the instinct to point, and my eyes locked onto the farthest end of the beach, where I could just barely see the stained-white stone of Jergal's temple gleaming in the moonlight.
I banked towards it, mind racing. As find as I was of my girls being naked, as fond as I was of being naked, it wasn't something that could be done long-term. We needed clothes to protect us from the elements and armor to protect us from enemies, and the bandits/treasure hunters trying to loot the temple would be able to provide both. Either willingly or not, and I didn't much care either way. They clearly weren't the most morally-upright people, given they'd happily kill you for the sake of loot if you didn't convince them to fleet, and the ones inside the temple attacked you no matter what happened with the ones above it.
We were still moving quickly, very quickly, when we crashed into the ocean. Not so quickly that it would have been fatal, or even particularly injurious, but it certainly hurt, and if we hadn't already taken a chill from the night air it probably would have been pretty damn cold. As it was, unpleasant would be a polite if understated description, and as we surfaced -gasping for breath and shivering harshly already- the nautiloid finally hit the ground atop the cliffs. It was a hell of a noise, and a hell of a flash, and I was briefly grateful that the shockwave from the crash would knock down enough trees around the perimeter of the crash-site that it wouldn't kick off a damn forest fire.
That, or when Halsin and Nettle went looking for an explanation -where they captured the tadpoled drow from the grove, I assumed- they did druid shit to keep a forest fire from fully breaking out. Not that it really mattered which was which, and fuck me I needed to focus up and start moving, because the girls were already halfway to the damn beach. Banishing my wings into 'hammerspace', or wherever it was that they went when I wasn't using them, I started cutting through the water myself.
I didn't quite kiss the sand when I reached it, but to say that I was sorely tempted as I crawled up onto the sand to lay between Lae'zel and 'Heart was an understatement. And getting sand all over my everything was going to suck sooner rather than later, but later was later. Plus, having the blood and brain-matter off of my skin was nice, salt and sand be damned.
"Come daybreak…" Lae'zel's voice was almost even, her breathing a damn sight steadier than mine and Shadowheart's, and I was reminded once again that to even survive to puberty, never mind past it as she had, githyanki loyal to Vlaakith had already survived truly brutal experiences. She was probably one of the fittest people in twenty miles. "We must seek out a creche. There must be one nearby. They can purify us of the tadpole."
"Come daybreak, we should first see whether or not we can walk, gith, and focus on finding clothes. If we stay like this for too long, we'll die of exposure long before we can even hope to find some phantom gith gathering, never mind put our faith in whatever strange absurdity your people can muster." the cleric ground out in response, too exhausted to put her typical contempt or disgust on the words, or even to lift her head enough to glare.
"Can we just…not fight for the time being? We just managed to survive being kidnapped, implanted by tadpoles, fighting our way through a nautiloid with makeshift weapons and no clothes or armor, and escaping more-or-less unharmed as it crashed into a cliff while making a most spectacular fireball." I 'suggested' a bit tersely, rolling my eyes and resisting the urge to do something more pointedly chastising -like a spank, or something equally innocent- on top of it. "Let's get further away from the water line and get some damn sleep. We can sleep together, share some warmth. To risky to light a fire if we're not going to have someone keeping watch."
It was a testament to how exhausted and wrung out that they were that neither protested or made a snide comment, or even warned me to keep my hands to myself. Instead, all three of us simply silently, slowly, and painfully made out way up the beach, nearly to the base of the cliff itself, before curling up together. Lae'zel on my left and Shadowheart on my right, just as we had been during our escape and subsequent flight. I had to wonder if it was going to become a running theme, and whether or not I minded the idea. Then I decided that it really didn't matter at the moment, and settled for pulling the girls closer and holy shit was Lae'zel already asleep? That was fucking impressive, but then again most of my soldier friends from my old life had been the same. Able to fall asleep, or wake up, pretty much at the drop of a hat.
You never knew when you'd get sleep, after all, so you took it while you could.
Of course, I also had every intention of adding a little bit of spice to our sleeping, mostly by fully abusing the more famous abilities of a succubus. Namely, those of seduction via dream manipulations. A talent I was going to put to use with, at least for tonight, Shadowheart alone. As inexperienced as I was, and as tired as I was, I wasn't stupid enough to try and rely solely on instinct in order to bring affect the minds of two people simultaneously. Especially since I had no idea what manner of interference that the tadpole would pose. Sure, it would make sense if my gacha-given powers over dreams trumped the tadpool's power over dreams, but I wouldn't know until I tried.
Fortunately, it didn't take long at all for the target of my affections, and my plotting, to fall asleep. Small wonder, she'd dealt with all the same nonsense that Lae'zel and I had, probably more than I had if I was going to be honest, given she'd been kidnapped right after performing a suicide raid on the gith to steal the Prism, of which she was the sole survivor.
Man, when you added her background and all of her cut content, it really does seem pretty obvious that Shadowheart was the creator's pet, doesn't it? Not that I'm complaining, necessarily, and I'm honest enough to acknowledge as such as I pull her a little bit closer and start to shift myself into sleep, and thence her dreams. After all, her being the creator's pet character meant that she had a lot of fun story to work with, and some truly spectacular trauma for me to help her work out through dedicated loving and profound speeches.
I slipped into the arms of Morpheus, or whatever his local equivalent was, and from there into Shadowheart's dreams. The world of her dreamscape formed around me, and I almost immediately scowled as I saw that it was the hidden cloister beneath the House of Grief. The only place that she felt safe or familiar, I'm sure, with her memories as brutally mangled as they were. Well, I couldn't have that. I certainly wasn't going to seduce her in this awful place, wasn't going to deepen any association with this place and anything that was remotely positive.
Where to take her instead, though? It was tempting to take her somplace a little more elven, like Windrunner Spire -what I remember of it from the game- or another location in Quel'thalas. Or maybe Rivendell, that would be amazing. Unfortunately, it would also probably too outlandish for her mind to grasp right now. I wasn't sure that it would be able to wake her up, with my power flooding into her, but I didn't want to risk turning it into a 'lucid dream', making her realize what was happening.
…well, the simplest solution was to nudge things ever so slightly, and perhaps plant more than just seductive seeds in her mind. Which is why the dreamscape slowly shifted to the forest atop the beach-side cliffs. The forest that, if the writers hadn't gone sideways, would have been the very same forest that Shadowheart had been performing her Selunite coming-of-age ritual and been kidnapped by Dark Justiciars under the command of -maybe- Viconia DeVir.
A far better backstory, and one I hoped was 'canon' to the world I now found myself in. Along with more than a few other things, but that wasn't important right now.
The point was, it was a location that would make sense for her to dream about. She'd seen the forest as we escaped the nautiloid, and it was one of the few memories that she'd been allowed to keep, since it -when one removed all of the vital context- reminded her of being 'saved' from a 'vicious wolf' by her beloved Mother Superior. But as tempting as it was to start poking holes in that particular story via 'memories surfacing' in her dreams, doing that to early was likely a mistake, and could actually draw Shar's attention, which was something to be avoided at all costs this early into things.
So, when Shadowheart's dream-self finished forming as the dreamscape settled into it's new shape, I was waiting for her.
She was utterly gorgeous, wearing nothing more than a simple diaphanous robe -more of a long tunic, really- that barely reached past her hips. Something she'd worn as an initiate, a thread of her self-awareness told me as it flitted past us in the dream, and the canopy-dappled moonlight that danced across her skin seemed to make her glow. She looked confused, at first, and as that confusion started to turn towards distress -at the memory, perhaps, or the realization that she recognized the forest we had seen from on high- I silently padded up behind her and pulled her into my arms, wrapping one around her stomach and the other around her chest, trapping her generous bust between them.
"Hello, lover." I purred, low and throaty, pouring every ounce of my not-inconsiderable seductive ability into every rich contralto syllable, pressing a kiss to her jaw at the base of her ear. She stiffened in my arms, of course, a sharp inhale of surprise at suddenly being treated to intimately, likely wondering how and why it was that she was dreaming me treating her like this.
But she didn't pull away, didn't resist or protest.
That was the beauty of dreams, and -obviously- something that was twice as true when a succubus like myself was the one controlling them, shaping them. Dreams dealt in desires, thoughts and questions that the mind either couldn't or wouldn't voice or act on or confront in the waking world, and it had been obvious from the outset that she'd found me attractive, no matter how much she'd rolled her eyes at me or called me a pervert. Not to mention that I'd saved her life. It was only natural that she would dream of me, and it was only natural that I'd be naked and libidinous in those same dreams.
That and my skill in fighting was all she knew about me, after all.
So I let my grip on the dream loosen a bit, pulled a tendril of her desire from the depth of her heart, and fed it back into her mind. What would she do, I wondered? Make the first move, or wait for me to do something instead?
In the end, she surprised me. Not by acting boldly or sensually, the way a moment like this usually tended to go in a story or a movie or a show. She didn't abruptly turn and throw her arms around my neck, didn't press an overly-enthusiastic kiss to mouth that had us banging our teeth or biting our tongues. Instead, she just…tilted her head back to rest it on my shoulder, her brilliant jade eyes searching out my own garnet as one of her hands -in unison with a soft, whispering exhale of breath from her lips- came up to settle on the arm around her stomach, her fingers tracing idle and random patterns on my ashen skin.
"This is a dream…" she murmured, more a statement of fact than anything else, and I gave her my best roguish -or, perhaps, given my intentions, that should be 'bardic'- smirk.
"Does that matter?" I asked her just as softly, arms tightening ever so slightly around her for a moment.
She doesn't answer me right away, and while I can imagine some of the things going through her head, I briefly make a note to hope that the gacha gives me some sort of psychic ability. Not just because it would make things easier with my girls, of course, but…well, it would make things easier with my girls. And if I was going to cheat, I might as well cheat really, really hard.
"It…it should matter. I barely know you. The real you." she finally responded, though the words lacked any sort of conviction or rejection whatsoever. "But…I don't care. Because if this is just a dream, than none of this is real, and if none of this is real, than…"
She trailed off, and I brought the hand of the arm around her chest up to stroke the back of my index finger along the slender length of her throat, feeling the pulse throbbing beneath the thin skin.
"Then what, 'Heart?" I whispered the words.
"Then no one can judge me for doing whatever I want." she said, before pressing a light kiss to the curve of my jaw, before tugging on my arms lightly. I let her go, wondering with a steadily stiffening length what it was that she had in mind, what it was that she wanted to do. I found out pretty quickly, when she pulled me over to a try and had me sit down. Which left me with a spectacular view, looking up under her tiny garment to see her pussy. She must have seen the blatant excitement on my face, because she shook her head at me with a small smile. "I shouldn't be surprised that you're a horny pervert even in my dreams, Sylvanas. But even in my dreams, I'm not that easy."
I was trying to figure out how, exactly, to respond to that without leaving her pissed off when she woke up, when she stepped up to straddle me and promptly settled into my lap. I couldn't help the soft hiss of pleasure at the pressure, no small amount of that slick with her arousal, that followed as she trapped the length of my cock against her sex and the cleft of her ass. Nor, it seemed, could she restrain a soft moan of her own, one that got a bit throatier as our breasts pressed together, nipples rubbing against smooth skin.
"All I want," she finished, placing her hands on the upper half of my pectorals and meeting my eyes again. "Is for you to hold me. To kiss me. I want you to make me feel as safe in my dreams as the real you is starting to make me feel when I'm awake."
That was…probably one of the most adorable things anyone had ever said to me. It was sweet and cute and honestly kind of heartbreaking, because when asleep, when dreaming, all she wanted was to be held. To be comforted and cared for and kept safe. In her literal dreams, her most honest desires, she didn't want to be fucked or spanked or to do anything lewd at all. She wasn't rich or powerful or any different physically.
All she was, was a woman that wanted to be cuddled, and there was only one thing that I could do in response.
I pulled her closer, one hand settling at the small of her back while the other cradled the back of her head, my fingers weaving through raven's wing black hair as she settled against my chest, her face turning up ever so slightly towards my own as I leaned down. In the moment before our lips met, I murmured softly. "Then that's exactly what I'll give you."
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Shadowheart, who in spite of a lifetime of training wondered sometimes who she really was and where she had come from, woke slowly. Comfortably and warmly, a small smile creasing her lips and and a tingling throb between her thighs, as the lingering happiness of her dream -which she remembered far more clearly than most, not that she was complaining- and the strong, slender arms wrapped around her from behind, pillowing her against large, firm breasts. Just as they had been in her dream, and she noted with a blush and a bite of her lower lip that those arms weren't the only thing that was exactly like it had been in her dream. In fact, from the feeling of the hard, hot length pressing against her folds and held in place by her thighs, her dreams might have actually understated things a little.
Oh, that dream. That lovely, peaceful dream. Sylvanas, or her dream self anyway, had just...held her all night. They'd kissed, certainly, and she was sure that she'd received plenty of hickies over the course of the night as well, but other than occasionally ghosting fingers across the top of her ass or grinding against her when they shifted positions, the markswoman hadn't tried anything more sensual or untoward at all. It was the most comfortable, comforting, and romantic thing that Shadowheart had ever experienced, or at least ever remembered experiencing, and her heart told her that she would find that to still be the case even when she succeeded in her mission and got her memories back. Just as she knew that what she was doing right now, laying happily in Sylvanas' embrace, wasn't what that mission demanded of her.
She should move, she knows that she should move. Or find a way to manipulate Sylvanas, to drag her into the shadowy embrace of Shar, to turn her into a tool for pleasure and for war, then use her until she broke or bowed. That is what the Mother Superior would expect of her, what her fellow acolytes and her mentors and her goddess would expect of her, but…she couldn't. She'd never been good at manipulations such as that, something that had earned her punishments often…even if, often enough, she'd secretly found herself enjoying those same punishments. The thought of which, or more accurately the thought of it being Sylvanas delivering such punishments, sent a fresh pulse of heat between her legs.
No, she wasn't going to do anything such thing to the odd elven woman -very odd, she looked different from any other elf that Shadowheart had ever met, and that didn't include the wings and the tail- and she wasn't going to leave her or separate herself either. After all, she justified to herself, both of them were infected with illithid tadpoles. It only made sense for them to stick together in an effort to survive, to find out what the mind flayers were planning and put a stop to it. Besides, she had no clothes to protect her from the chill of the morning, it was only sensible to stay huddled together for warmth and safety.
And if the slow, warm, steady rhythm of Sylvanas' breath against the back of her neck was one of the most soothing, innocently intimate things that she'd ever experienced, well…
That breathing changed, suddenly, as Sylvanas stirred, and Shadowheart moaned softly in surprise as the other woman's movement ground that long, hard, hot length against her. Heat, fresh and strong, went to two very opposite locations: her sex, and her cheeks, and she felt Sylvanas go still behind her at the sound of it…before a soft kiss was pressed against the base of her ear, just like in her dreams.
"Morning, 'Heart." the giver of the kiss husked in her ear, squeezing her gently as a chin rested on her shoulder.
"G-good morning, Sylvanas." Shadowheart stuttered, her heart racing as the intimacy and comfort continued unprompted and unremarked, as if it was a natural and proper thing for them to be sharing.
"Mhm, so what do you think. Explore that ruined temple at the far side of the beach, scavenge the nautiloid's wreck, look for a nearby settlement…?" Sylvanas asked, and Shadowheart frowned softly in consideration as she mulled over the question. It was a good one, after all, and each option had potential for good or ill.
So what was the best choice?
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A cover for this story, as well as screenshots from Chapter Two in game -fighting on the nautiloid, lying on the beach- will shortly be posted in Extras On Questionable Questing.
The votes that the Patrons have received to decide on are as follows:
1. Go To The Temple First. Kill the Treasure Hunters/Bandits
2. Go To The Temple First. Use Diplomacy to Send Treasure Hunters/Bandits to the Grove
3. Go to the Grove First (There Will be A Follow Up Poll)
4. Go To Waukeen's Rest First (There Will be A Follow Up Poll)
5. Grow the Party First (There Will be A Follow Up Poll)
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