(OOC: you is a young adventurer of common birth. A lone wolf; he has made his way taking on simple collection quests for goblinids in the nearby forest. He is a fighter of the third level, with common armor and a cheap bronze gladius.)
Among the trees, a common wooded forest. A stream flows through the wooded area. Water means goblins, and he seeks to corner a few of them and return with their ears to fill a bounty(and get paid!)
you strolls through the forest using his gladius as a machete clearing out overgrowth and carving a path for himself.
Far in the distance, he hears a scream followed by the sounds of rustling and a small girl zips past him, running off into the clearance. Behind her, three goblins ambush you and he's forced to defend himself.
(Fine by me.) you thinks, drawing a wide fighting stance. The goblins, despite being quite ferocious in a group, fell one by one to his blade as he impaled each of them through their vital organs. The approximately 2'6" tall creatures fell before him, and he dutifully collected three left ears to present to the guild for payment.
Behind him, a small girl panted and grabbed her knees as she breathed heavily to offer an apology for 'training' a fellow adventurer. She limped along with a hurt ankle.
"I'm... very sorry... for that." She fell over onto her butt rubbing her ankle.
