Pick a class and race.
Moritus is too fast for the goblin. The creature doesnt even see as the hammer splits its skull.
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Another goblin heads you off shrieking in rage at its friends demise.
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Gnamien follows Bastargre’s lead and takes the cue. As he does so, he mentally reviews what resources (tools, weapons, skills, other options) he has at hand. He keeps his eyes and ears alert to the scene.
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A second, smaller group of goblins turns up behind the stand the gnomes are sneaking around. One of the goblins, wielding a torch lights the stand on fire with a barking laugh.
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@DungeonMaster this sounds like something I should be rolling for but I’m not sure what I’m rolling about
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(We’re forgoing the rolling in combat for simplicities sake.)
Another goblin appears at the top of the cart some 10 feet high. It dives off to attack @Matt but misses horribly, landing on its neck with a snap.
Several others run around the cart and shriek menacingly.
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I think the “respond like your character” part is going to stress me.
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Lol. No worries. Sometimes it’s difficult to even be myself, let alone someone else!
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Trav mutters, “Rude,” stepping forward to clock the laughing goblin, hoping to stun him into dropping his touch to the ground, while fending off the other shrieking upstart.
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Name: Mylos Muccurty
Race: Human
Class & Level: Druid 1
Background: Outlander
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Mylos arrives into town to find a fight occurring between Goblins and others. He grabs a plate of food and ale and sits at a table to eat and get his bearings.
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Bastargre panics. That fire is waaaay too close for comfort. He rushes out before he can arm himself with anything from his pack — limited to his belt and pockets, his arms now consisting of a dagger and a pastry (from earlier), one in each hand. He races around the cart hoping to catch the nearest goblin by surprise right in the face. He’s pretty sure he got the footwork right to be able to use the right arm.
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Mylos has a full bag of coppers he earned during dangerous work in the previous town.
He strikes up a conversation with a townsfolk sitting at the table with him. He hears a brief history of the town, but also is told of a beast referred to as the Sandpoint Devil. He is curious to know more, but files that away for now. He asks the person for recommendations on where to stay to be in the middle of everything. This will allow him to hear more of what is going on.
The townfolk replies…
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My character just self-isolated. Sounded right to me 
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(It will sort itself out. Honestly taking time to get your bearings is itself a valuable character trait!)
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(No worries. As a matter of fact that statement itself is a statement of character - so it sounds like you have an idea of your personality already! There are no wrong moves. 
)
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As the stand behing to billow with thick smoke, Moritus catches a glimpse of a couple of gnomes scrambling from the chittering goblins. He marches towards it, if only to give the halflings a moment to find refuge. Goblin brains dripping from his warhammer as he raps it hard against his oaken shield with a deafening clatter.
“You lot had best pick on someone of your own size…come and face me.” The dwarf marches forward and finally realizing he is standing next to a half orc who reeks faintly of…“Is that salmon lad? Perhaps your breath can dispatch them.”
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The townsfolk have all fled the scene by now…
Gnamien grabs hold of an object nearby that can be leveraged to dispatch / (or at least) trap or stun this group of goblins swarming the cart (for example, the canvas top of the cart might be used to bundle them / slow them down (the better to trap them for stronger warriors to dispatch); or a pole might be used to stun some (limbo dance style), after which they can be disabled / disarmed / dispatched). If he cannot disable all the goblins rather quickly in this way, or find some help to support him, he uses whatever time he gains to find higher, safer ground.
You’re able to land a good punch, which flings it into the fire. Its filthy clothes ignite immediately and it begins to run around the courtyard in a blaze, startingnother stands on fire. The other goblins laugh and hoot at this, obviously amused by their dying comrade.
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