The PCs are an adventuring group from the city of Magnimar. They were in Sandpoint, on the first day of Autumn, to witness the Swallowtail Festival. A new temple had been erected in Sandpoint to replace the one that had burnt to the ground. As Father Zantus took the stage, there was the sound of screaming and strange singing in squeeky voices:
Goblins chew and goblins bite.
Goblins cut and goblins fight.
Stab the dog and cut the horse,
Goblins eat and take by force!
Goblins race and goblins jump.
Goblins slash and goblins bump.
Burn the skin and mash the head,
Goblins here and you be dead!
Chase the baby, catch the pup.
Bonk the head to shut it up.
Bones be cracked, flesh be stewed,
We be goblins! You be food!
The heroes fought through wave after wave of goblins. Goblins lashed out with sword and fire. Some were less successful, falling to their deaths from the roofs of houses or drowning in rain barrels. At least one thought the better part of valor was to urinate on the halfling’s feet. The goblins, for the their part, tried their hardest to keep up, but our heroes were triumphant.
As we left for the night, the heroes had just stumbled upon a noble and his dog, being harassed by a mounted goblin. The dog has just fallen, and all the looting goblins in the courtyard stopped to cheer their champion as the heroes began taking their postilions with sword and spell at the ready......but that is a story for another day.
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