Zort scratches his head, reloads his crossbow, and fires again, hoping to finally hit the ogre. If this doesn't hit, I'll have to try my spear, he thinks.
(+5, 1d6, 19-20/x2)
Zort nods his head in between bouts of scratching. He wipes some of the toad saliva off of him with a leaf and asks, Should we camp here? or look for defensive position?
Zort stabs at the nasty tongue-wielder in front of him and then moves a little - to give the bug guys room. (That's his story and he's sticking to it.)
OOC - +2 attack, 1d6+1, 20/x3, 5 foot move to N3
Oskar's first reaction is to attack, but he decides that it looks like the others are trying to avoid combat for the moment. Still, he draws his adamantine dwarven waraxe and looks around for any others taking undue interest in what is going on.