Talk:Orc/@comment-25095137-20140806202741/@comment-25035274-20140807201357

She's lucky. I always carry a rope, as every good adventurer should. Why? Because you never know when you're going to need a rope.

I tie one end to a tree(possibly the very same tree owning the root she's dangling from), and lower the free end to her. She grabs the rope first with one hand, then the other, and I start working to pull her up as she starts climbing.

After a few minutes, we manage to get her to the top of the cliff. I pull her up and, as I'm rather tired at this point, I flop down. Evidently she's a bit tired as well, because she also flops.

Once we've both had a chance to rest and catch our breath, she leans over and whispers in my ear, "And what would the conquering hero want as a reward?"

I mull this over for a moment, before settling on a choice. I hold my hand over my head, one finger in the air, as I proclaim in as masculine a voice as I can muster, "I request only that thou makest me a sandwich, which I shall eat anon!"

The orc girl lets out a slightly exasperated, "Eheh," but stays true to her word of reward. She digs into my pouch, finding bread, mustard, mayo and a package of jerky, and uses it to make me a sandwich. I eat said sandwich, and am preparing to takest for mineself a nap when the orc, ever-so-slightly fed up with being ignored, proceeds to rape the shit out of me.