CON check 2011-01-07 20:24:39   At 2011-01-07 20:24:39, TyTheDnDGuy (uid: 858) rolls: 1d20 Result: 1 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=21381)<br/><br/>(So as far as Deborah is concerned, the ogre must have chewed a couple breath mints prior to the attack.  How thoughtful of him.  :P  )<br/><br/>After her miss, Deborah, staff in hand, rolled away from the beast.  He turned to pursue, but an arrow whizzed by.  Deborah grinned.  Her strategy had worked...pity that she hadn't been able to give the beast a whack with the staff for his troubles, but her basic objective of causing the beasts to tarry long enough for some fighters from the village to catch up seemed to have worked.  She figured the Mayor would be along shortly with men-at-arms.  She thought about attacking the ogre, but figured the archer was in a better position to do damage than she was.  Now she wanted to know where the other ogres were.  She got to the edge of the clearing where they had gone into the woods.  Taking off her outer cloak, she draped it over a tree-branch there, so the approaching men at arms would know where she had entered the forest when they came in a minute or two.  In her shift, staff at the ready, Deborah quietly walked into the woods, listening for signs of the ogres.<br/><br/>(OOC: her mother having raised no fools, Deborah will not approach the ogres when she sees/hears them.  She's just tracking them to make sure they aren't able to escape without their whereabouts being known)<br/><br/>Now on her feet and staff at the ready, she maneuvered between the ogre and the rest of his gang.  Wherever they were.  Where had they gone, anyway?  .