[[Apologies, I’m at a con this weekend and can’t seem to find enough time to post what comes next.]]

[[No problem. Enjoy the con.]]

“Po dyavolite, tryabva da trŭgvam!” says the small figure in a squeaky voice as it begins running away.

Kaelen, your teleport will happen before initiative.

The party is in the clearing, the humanoid is 60ft away, Kaelen is 30 ft in between. 
Asariel, Brekka, and Torban go first.

Torban will wait for Asariel and Brekka to take his action, but shouts for all to hear, “I know that language, that’s a goblin!”

Initiative Summary:
Group 1: Asariel, Brekka
Torban
Goblin
Group 2: Arista, Khaelen, Mathias

Brekka, you declared that you were approaching but are not bound by that.

[[Woke up early, waiting for my wife to get ready. 😜]]

Asariel will run up 30ft and shout "What's small, squeaky and climbs trees? A goblin!" casting Tasha's Hideous Laughter on the goblin. 

The goblin falls to the ground, its pained laughter wracking its small body and echoing through the wood.

Torban fingers his throwing axes considering his options.

Brekka is up.

Brekka is charging toward the goblin as it rolls on the ground in a fit of laughter, a long, deadly javelin drawn, ready to defend his teammates. Seeing that this one goblin is temporarily under control, his draconic eyes scan the treeline for any other movement.

"What's it saying?" he roars back to Torban.

[[Holding an attack to throw the javelin if other creatures come in range toward them.]]

“Something like ‘****, I gotta get outta here.’” translates Torban as he hurls a throwing axe which lands in a fallen tree near the laughing goblin.

The goblin continues to laugh painfully and noisily.

Arista, Khaelen, and Mathias are up.

[[Torban doesn’t say “asterisk-asterisk-asterisk-asterisk “.]]

Arista dons her shield (action) and imbues her staff with primal magic (bonus, Shillelagh). She remains near the cart to protect mules and supplies to protect them if necessary (reaction, see below). 'Goblins rarely do anything alone,' she thinks to herself and glances around, expecting arrows to rain down on them at any moment.

[[In account settings under the preference tab we can toggle off the profanity filter. No issues seeing what Torban says.]]

Kaelen's eyes narrow slightly and he approaches, stowing his bow and drawing his shortsword to get this first goblin out of the way quickly. There will likely be others.

Bonus Action: Hunter's Mark on goblin

Action: shortsword to hit w Advantage from prone 18, damage 5 + 5 HM

Mathias empowers his omnipresent staff (bonus, Shillelagh) and moves toward the fleeing creature.  [[IF Kaelen's blow didn't kill it]] Raising his hand a whisp of light forms before the druid fires it off in the goblin's direction (magic action, Starry Wisp)

[[Not that it matters, as AC 11 isn't going to get the job done...]]

The goblin’s laughter is stilled by Khaelen’s blade finding its mark. The forest and clearing go silent. After a few moments of anticipation, you realize nothing is immediately happening.

[[End of Initiative.]]

Arista remains at the ready, shield up, watching the treeline with narrowed eyes as the magic in her staff hums at her fingertips. After a tense minute passes with no sign of other threats, she allows a slight exhale. “Let’s not assume he was alone,” she mutters, before giving a brief nod to her companions and returning her focus to guarding the supplies. 

Kaelen nods at Arista's warning, staying cautious as he crouches to check the goblin for anything useful.

Perception: 14

Asariel sighs. "My magic had them defenseless. We could have tied them up and questioned them with Torban's knowledge of their language so we knew if they were alone. Though hopefully this at least sends them a message that we are not to be messed with."

"I doubt the creature grew up in that tree." Mathias quips, while nodding in acknowledgement of Asariel's statement.  "Kaelen, any sign of any tracks over there?" the druid asks, walking over to join the ranger in the search. 

"Asariel is right," Brekka grumbles, sliding his javelin alongside its siblings in a long, leather holder on his back. Though he can't help but feel a little disappointed at not being able to stretch his legs more.

Brekka approaches the felled goblin and joins Kaelen, looking for weapons or other signs of its purpose.

"A prisoner of war is more valuable than a corpse."

The goblin has little material goods on her. Leather armor, wooden shield, scimitar, a small utility knife, a bird skull necklace, short bow and arrows. Clothing is well cared for, but heavily mended.

Mathias, you and Khaelen pick up her trail very easily. She appears to have been alone, borne out by the single file trail. She was trying to conceal her tracks but you spot subtle but unmistakable signs.

"Oh...That makes sense. I simply did what I would have alone, but I'm not alone. Apologies. I'll be more...thoughtful next time."