[ EU ] DnD - Come up with a low level adventure idea - Let the scenario play out in your writing .

Duncan stood in front of the inn peering at the parchment in his hand. Surely this wasn ’ t the place? The sign hung crooked on its post, scarred and faded. The door looked mangled and did not sit correctly in the frame. No stable boy was near to tend to horses. No man stood guard at the door to claim the short sword at his hip nor the shield on his back. The name on the sign matched the name on the parchment, though. He had heard the name spoken from old Boris ’ own tongue, so he stepped inside to search for the men he was sent here to meet. 
 
 No more than a dozen men were in the common area. Two sat at a table. Each had a beer in hand, one wearing frayed gray robes and the other in faded leather with a bow and quiver between his feet. Men sat at other tables, two others at the bar, but these two in particular matched the description on the parchment. Two men: a young apprentice of the Mage Guild, the other a common ranger. There was another that should also be among them, but was not present. They were speaking, but Duncan was not close enough to hear their words. 
 
 He approached them, parchment in hand, and sat down at the table. After requesting a beer for himself from the serving girl, he turned to them, “ You got yourselves a piece of paper too? You been hired by the old man? ” he asked, holding his parchment up for them to see. 
 
 The mage turned, smiled and opened his mouth to speak, but the ranger spoke first, “ Might be we are. Who ’ re you? And which old man do you speak of? ” he asked, ignoring the mage to peer suspiciously at Duncan. 
 
 “ Duncan. I ’ m Duncan. Boris hired me. The hammer that the goblins stole from the blacksmith? Says the hammer was passed on through the blacksmith ’ s family from father to son, the hammer of some long dead king that were overthrown. ” The serving girl brought his drink, and he took a long drink, asking “ How are you both called? ” 
 
 The mage spoke first now, “ I ’ m Victor. My cautious friend here is Avery, and we have both been tasked by Boris to retrieve the very same hammer you spoke of. Yet another of our party is missing. ” 
 
 As the mage finished speaking, a man stumbled into the inn, his garb black and tight, black hair about his shoulders. “ I ’ m here! ” he said, out of breath, hands at his knees, “ Don ’ t… don ’ t worry. I ’ m here, ” he panted, taking a seat at the table after regaining some small measure of composure. His eyes were bloodshot, and his hands went to his head the moment he took his seat. He was hung over. “ I ’ m Gerald. Boris hired you lot too, right? ” 
 
 “ Yeah, he did, ” Duncan confirmed, introducing the other men in turn, “ We ’ re all prepared, yeah? ” he looked around the group, “ Once we ’ ve met we ’ re to start down the Goblin Trail, the paper says. We can plot while we travel, there ’ s no reason to stay here, ” he said, to no disagreement. They each finished their drinks and set two coppers on the table, save for the rogue. 
 
 They fell in step outside, Gerald chattering. The inn was at the edge of the town, a long dirt path leading away from the gate into the distance towards Brickenville. Between here and there was the entrance to the Goblin Trail, a narrow track branching off of the main path that lead to a small goblin camp. The hammer was rumored to have been taken there. 
 
 “ Me granddad, though, ” Gerald was saying, “ The best damn thief that ever lived, that he was. King Lester called on him plenty o ’ times, things lost and needing stealing, and I taken up the trade when me father left and bedded some princess… ” 
 
 “ You ’ d think from such a gifted line of men, you ought to have the sense to lie with more grace, ” the ranger said, his amused tone laced with irritation. 
 
 “ I ’ m not tellin ’ no tales! ” Gerald said, hurt, “ It ’ s true! A great line of thieves, my father and his- “ and stopped as Victor hushed him. 
 
 “ There ’ s something in the bush, ” he said, and as the party hushed the bushes rustled a little. Avery unslung his bow and knocked an arrow, ready to draw, while Duncan drew his sword, his shield held up. A high voice said, “ Go! Idiot! Go! They stopped! ” and a small green figure tumbled out of the bushes followed by four other goblins, each held a dagger or a short sword and all wore tattered leather. They screamed and charged, two rushing at Duncan, two at Victor, and another at Gerald. 
 
 Duncan swung his sword at one goblin, his sword flying wildly over the goblin ’ s head as the goblin nicked him in the leg with his dagger, dropping his shield to barely block the other goblin ’ s thrust. He turned and swung again at the first one, the tip of his sword catching the goblin ’ s finger as it tried to avoid the cut, and it screamed and dropped its dagger. He swung his shield around and caught the side of the goblin ’ s head, and it fell limp to the ground. He turned his attention to the second one, just as it bit him on the leg, thrusting its sword at his other leg. 
 
 He hollered out and moved his other leg to avoid the thrust, and put his boot against the goblin ’ s face as it reared back to take another bite at him. The goblin staggered back, dazed, and Duncan swung his sword, his grip on his own blade loose and watched as the sword flew from his hand, the tip of his sword spearing the goblin between the eyes. He rushed towards the goblin to wrench the sword out of the little green skull to cover up his shameful mistake, and turned to see that his allies fared little better. 
 
 Victor was fleeing in large circles, wand in hand, two scorched marks upon the earth, an arrow lodged in his arm though no goblin carried a bow. Two unburnt goblins chased him with daggers, cackling, while the ranger stood aside with his bow, loosing arrows at the goblins. An arrow landed in the dirt a foot from a goblin, one landed just shy of Victor ’ s heel, another flew between the legs of another goblin, and another just past Duncan ’ s own head. 
 
 “ I missed both spells! I have no more! ” the mage yelled at Duncan, thwacking at the goblins with his wand when they got close as they were chasing him. One of the goblins had a hand over one eye, stumbling as he and his companion chased Victor. 
 
 “ They won ’ t… stop… moving… ” Avery said, red faced and flustered, and turned his attention instead to the rogue who was grappling with his own goblin in the dirt. 
 
 “ Me daggers! He took me daggers! ” Gerald yelled, struggling to keep the blades away from him, the goblin cackling madly. The goblin was taking wild swings at him, as the rogue tried to bring his knees up to shove him away, his hands around the goblin ’ s wrists, keeping the blades away. 
 
 How were they ever going to get this hammer?
