Random D&D RP

[Tyhoon]

Play along if you know how, or just read along if you don't. I'm using D20s because I'm lazy.

20, 13, 12, two 8's and a 5...I think I can work with that.

Moon Elf Monk
Lvl 1
STR 13
Dex 12+2
Con 8-2
Int 5
Wis 20
Cha 8

HP=9
AC=10+2+5=17

Attack:
Unarmed Strike (1): +6; 1D6+1
Unarmed Strike (2): +2, +0; 1D6/1D6-2

Armor:None
Gear: Backpack, Martial Arts Uniform, Rations (2days)

Feats: Toughness
Skills: +5 Jump, +5 Swim, +6 Tumble, +4 Hide, +4 Sneak

Languages: Common, Elven
Money: 6GP, 0SP, 0CP, 0PP

Racial Qualities: Detect Magic (5ft), Elven Blood, Low Light Vision. +2 Listen, +2 Spot, Experience Handicap(-1/2)

Alright...I'm ready.  

[Tyhoon]

Generic Beginning Adventure 1:

Encounters: Goblin, Unicorn, Commoner
CR: 1
Rooms: 2
Description: Goblin Lackeys drugged and captured a unicorn local villagers worshiped. Save the unicorn and kill the offenders. The goblins live only a kilometer away from the village and are known to reside in a sod hut that they relieved the previous owner of.  

[Tyhoon]

It was mid-day as the fair-skinned fighter began to travel down the path leading to the hill-side; the rancid stench of mascerated flesh soon filled the air as he began to approach the tannery. With a sharp intake of air, the ambling monk walked past the building with puffed cheeks and nose upturned; the workers gave as much a grimace to his presence. Through the thin shadows of the young yew trees, the warrior could see the shack the old medicine man was ranting about. His fists shook with anticipation of his first actual battle as he headed toward the small construct.

As he approached the doorway, he began to ponder the best course of action. He didn't even know where the goblins were currently or how many there actually were. He thougth it best to simply place his ear agains the door and listen to the sounds from inside the shack.  

[Tyhoon]

Four distinct sounds could be heard. One was the loud snoring of a creature the size of an ox, one the dunken babbling of a tiny being, one was heavy breathing, and the last was what seemed to him to be conversational gibberish.

3 Goblins and the idol; the warrior weighed his options again: The simple door didn't boast a doorhandle, much less a lock. He sighed and prepared to kick the door in, figuring it best to fight them at the doorway where he could keep it a one-on-one fight.  

[Tyhoon]

The door split from the pressure of the kick and revealed the faces of three rather disgruntled goblins. One approached the doorway, club in hand, and raised it to attack the monk.  

[Tyhoon]

Easily evading the blow, the monk backed into an attack stance and clenched his right fist, the knuckles popping as if in preparation for what was to come.  

[Tyhoon]

The monk let loose with a right hook, connecting with the creature's pig-like face.  

[Tyhoon]

The goblin took the blow and tried to retaliate with one of his own, swiging the wooden cludgle down again.  

[Tyhoon]

Side stepping the blow to the left, the monk raised his right arm and began to swing down, fist clenched and forearm tense.  

[Tyhoon]

The blow landed with a sickening thud.  

[Tyhoon]

As the creature fell, it's head split open from the impact, the other two greenback goblins looked at their agressor in fear. A sillueted image of a tall humanoid figure with black liquid slowly dripping down its right arm. As the blood slowly dripped and spattered the shadow of their fallen cohort, both rushed the door in an attempt to escape. The figure met them both.  

[Tyhoon]

As he swung over the first goblin to rush past, he over-extended and began to lose balance, stumbling and tripping over the corpse of the first goblin. The creatures didn't take long to notice this and began to approach the shack from the outside.  

[Tyhoon]

With the situation now drastically changed, the monk prepared to rush the goblin nearest the doorway and return things to a one on one fight.  

[Tyhoon]

With the first blow missing completely and the second harmlessly glancing off, the Goblin prepared to swing his heavy club across.  

[Tyhoon]

Off balance, the monk pushed himself away from the doorframe just in time to avoid the blow, only to face another attacker, this one brandishing a flail.