Wait until nightfall

With a series of complicated hand gestures, you manage to communicate to Tri'lanna that you want to wait until it gets dark.

Throughout the day, you keep your eyes on the raiding party, watching their movements and actions, trying to gain as much information as you can. By the time the sun is at the horizon at sunset, you are certain that there are seven of them in the camp. Four of them are poorly equipped, with only leather armor and petty, cheap weapons like pitchforks and sickles, but there are three others in the back that you can't make out. You can only hope that, when you make your attack, you can kill them first. When it is finally pitch dark, and with most of the orcs finally asleep, you decide that now is the time to make your ****.

The first orc on sentry duty doesn't even see you charging. He is pincushioned by several of Tri'lanna's arrows in seconds. In the following moments after, you hurtle into the camp, and cleave your axe downward at the first sleeping orc. As your axe buries into its chest, the orc lets out a dying scream, waking up the rest of the camp.

For a few precious seconds, while the orcs are scrambling for their weapons and armor, you heave at your axe and wrench it from the gut of the dead orc. It makes a wet skritch noise as it comes loose, and you swing it back just in time to repel two attacking orcs. As they leap back, you hear the sharp whistle of more arrows as Tri'lanna lets them fly. Her shots manage to kill the first one, striking it in the eye and in the stomach, while wounding the second one in the arm. Three more orcs step forward, but with Tri'lanna's arrows, you manage to keep them at bay. The last one, the one you think is the leader, is shrouded in a long black cloak and stands in the back watching you battle the other three.

A few more seconds pass, and you realize that Tri'lanna has run up next to you, brandishing a small knife. She's run out of arrows and is now making a stand next to you. Both you and the orcs are panting heavily, covered in a dozen minor cuts and bruises, when the big one in the back steps forward and finally casts away its cloak. In that instant, you realize that you made a mistake, and this will cost you and Tri'lanna your lives.

With the cloak removed, you realize that the leader of the band is not an orc at all, but rather one of the Lizardmen from the demon overlord's army!

"Tri'lanna, run!!" You scream as you hurl yourself against the Lizardman, hoping that she understands you.

You swing your sword wildly, hammering against the Lizardman with all your might. You slash again and again, forcing it to block with its own sword and leaving no room for it to counterattack, and for a moment it looks like you will win. But then the leader leaps backwards and lashes you across the face with its tail. You roar in pain, grasping your face, and accidentally leave yourself open to attack. It dives forward and gouges you in the chest with its razor-sharp claws. You see the monster pull back its hand, drenched in red, and you watch as the wounds in your chest start to spurt blood. You suddenly feel weak, like all your muscles went slack, and your sword slips from your fingers. Then, your knees buckle and you crumple to the ground.

As your vision fades away, all you can do is watch as the remaining orcs fall upon Tri'lanna, tearing away her clothes, roughly squeezing her breasts, her thighs, and her ass. You gaze helplessly when then stroke their squat pricks, bringing them to full length, and thrust it into her mouth, in her pussy, and in her ass, forcing her to please them in as many ways as possible. You faintly hear her scream, wail in terror and fury, and once...you think you hear her scream your name. And you know that, when you die, they will be **** Tri'lanna for much longer afterward.