Context: Our campaign is still new, and our group consists at the time of a Gnome Bard/Sorcerer, Dragonborn Cleric, Tiefling Barbarian, Half-Elf Ranger, Halfling Monk, and a halfling Warlock. We stumbled upon a town that had been destroyed and was now overrun with goblins. There is a temple just inside the wals that a loud ringing is coming from. The chunk of the party has taken to fighting the goblins.
Bard: That ringing is annoying. I go check it out.
DM: okay, roll stealth…you see two goblins hanging on tbe rope for the bell laughing and having a good time as they swing around on it.
Bard: okay…I set the place on fire.
Party ooc: WHAT!?
DM: …you set the temple on fire. The goblins scream in agony as they’re burned alive. The ringing stops.
DM: *after the battle* Bard, a little storm cloud appears over your head and rains on you, zapping you with lightening. You feel that this is because you burned down the temple…