They said these isles were swarming with goblins. Yeah, right. You've slain hoards of the things, been slaying goblins since you were not much more than a babe getting experience and a few coppers to buy your first beer! You still laugh at your granpappy's stories, at the shudder and that look in his eye of... of... fear! You are certainly glad you must've inherited a spine from your momma's side of the family!
Wait, there's one now... scrawny little guy... no wait, it's a girl! A girl goblin tryin' to sneak up on you through the brush!
HA! You can use yer bare hands on her, no reason to even draw yer swor....
...shock covers your face as you sink to your knees, a dagger sticking out of your throat. Your mind spinning down into darkness... "b..but...you...."*
Too bad yer momma didn't give you her brains...
...and you hope to hell she's not saving up for her first beer...
This is an amazing setting told from the perspective of the goblins. And no, you are not out hunting humans or adventurers all the time. You have your own lives, your own adventures and quests, but woe betide the occasional aventurer you do come across!