Sunday, Rova 22, 4707
At the opening of our newest adventure, our party finds itself at the Swallowtail Festival in Sandpoint. This is the consecration of the new cathedral that had been burned down 5 years earlier. After some enthralling, and maybe less than enthralling, speeches by Mayor Deverin, Sheriff Belor Hemlock, Cyrdak Drokkus, and Father Zantus, our party enjoyed some of the festivities! Uldar Anafi, our stout and slightly arrogant halfling, entered the weightlifting competition. To everyone’s astonishment he managed to win some competition! The other competitors complained that he did not have to bring the deadlift up very far due to his stature, but a win's a win! Our dashing rogue, Kirion Wirnn entered into the sack race. He hopped, and he snuck, but in the end a bit of a stumble cost him the prize! He ended in fourth place. Novelle Olwen decided to join the hide and seek game, which made Uldar decide to join as well. Novelle made it far, but near the end was found. Uldar, managing to fit himself into a tiny basket in a vendor's cart, won the day once again! Some grumbling from the other competitors rose again, saying that no “normal” sized person could fit in a basket, but in the end it was decided that there was no rule against being small. Our ranger Evrain decided not to partake in the festivities of strength, stealth, or agility, but of drink! He spent the day in the mead tent, singing songs and dancing jigs with his fellow revelers. Uriel could be seen wandering the crowds, but oddly being eyed and followed by many people. She kept herself covered, uneasy with the attention, aware that her divine heritage usually brought some stares. But this crowd seemed even more enamored with her than usual, but the constant speeches and sport kept the crowd from making a bigger deal of the situation.
At the moment of the consecration, that’s when the goblins struck. Several troops of them came after our adventurers, and each one was put down with great speed and agility. To everyone's surprise, Evrain was neither poisoned or diseased. Father Zantus offered some healing in the midst of the battle which allowed our adventurers to continue on. After hearing cries for help and the yelp of another unsuspecting dog being slain, our group surprised a handful of Goblins and one of their commandos cornering a man they came to know as Aldern Foxglove. Once they dispatched the goblins, Aldern thanked them profusely, especially our druid Novelle, for their bravery in rescuing him. He invited them to where he is currently staying, the Rusty Dragon, for a drink. Once again, he is mostly interested in Novelle showing up, but indicated that everyone is invited.
With that final battle the goblin raid seemed to be repelled and the remaining goblins left in whatever way they could go, some even running off the cliff to their own demise. One such goblin was captured but gave up very little under interrogation. The only useful piece of information was that it was a “longshanks” who had told them to raid Sandpoint. Beyond that he had no other useful information. Before you could figure out what to do for the night, Ameiko Kaijitsu, a local innkeeper and owner of the Rusty Dragon, thanked you for your bravery in defending her town and offered your entire party free rooms for the week. Grateful, you all accepted and spent the night at the Rusty Dragon.