Festival and Fire

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!

Festival and fire


  • Location: Sandpoint town center
  • Date: 22nd of Rova, 4707 AR
  • Experience Earned: 325 XP each
  • Characters: Gwen, Roland, Bel’Garen, Phrank, and the orc.

Goblins raided the town of Sandpoint at the end of the Swallowtail Festival. Rather than flee in panic (as most of the rest of the sane townfolk), our heroes valiantly defended themselves and the citizenry.

Encounters and Experience

  • Goblins (3).
  • Pyro Goblins.
  • Goblin Commando + Goblin Dog.

Notable Loot

Notable NPCs

  • Father Zantus: Sandpoint High Priest
  • Aldern Foxglove: local nobleman; saved his life, but not his dog.


The battle has been decided. Surviving goblins flee north in droves, in some cases preferring to leap to their certain death off cliffs rather than be captured. Several of the little menaces are in fact caught alive, but they prove useless when interrogated; none of these goblins know much more than that they were given orders to kill everyone in town and burn down the place. None of the captured goblins can even remember their leader’s name, apart from the fact that he was one of “you longshanks.” Their leader was on a secret mission to the town’s graveyard — that much most goblins can say, but none of them know what that mission was. It was secret, after all!

Major Deverin orders the collection of the goblin dogslicers, to be delivered to the smith Das Korvut, for a reward of 2 GP each. The weapons will be melted down and recast as new weapons for the city guard.

As Sandpoint recovers from the attack and buries its (thankfully few) dead, the citizens do their best to get on with their lives. The cathedral is consecrated the next day during a much more subdued and indoor ceremony, but by the end of the week, the goblin attack is remembered mostly with chuckles. Now that the terror of the raid is over, memories of goblins accidentally lighting themselves on fire, getting stepped on by horses, or drowning in rain barrels that were only half full in the first place render memories of the raid in an almost comical light. But one thing the locals haven’t forgotten is their new heroes.



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