The Swallowtail Festival began on the first day of autumn. The square before the church quickly became crowded as locals and travelers arrive, and several merchant tents featuring food, clothes, local crafts, and souvenirs are there to meet them.
The opening speeches of the festival start off with Mayor Deverins thanking all those involved, allowing each of the family heads to say a few brief words of thanks, encouragement or political strutting. Sheriff Hemlock brings the crowd down a bit with his dour mood, his reminder to be safe around the evening’s bonfire, and his request for a moment of silence to remember the events five years past. Father Zantus steps up give a short speech thanking everyone for coming before declaring the Swallowtail Festival underway.
The day passes while the crowd enjoys the specialty dishes of the taverns and various games. A strange, hairy and cat-like traveler amuses the local children with a surprising display of archery, before the townsfolk gather again in front of Sandpoint Cathedral for the ceremony. When Father Zantus attempts to attract everyones attention with the loud crack of a thunderstone however, panic breaks loose.
A woman screams at the edge of the crowd, and small gibbering shapes come dashing through the crowded legs. More screams join the tumult while townsfolk, merchant and traveler alike are cut and jabbed with rusted daggers from the small creatures, and everyone starts fleeing the scene.
Six travelers and a walrus remain on the square. (Though one just fell from his chair) The creatures turn out to be goblins, local menaces that are often seen in the surrounding wilds, though never dare (or succeed) in actually organizing for an attack on the town.
The six travelers succeed in quickly defeating the small menaces, though they almost suffer as much from each others attacks and spells as they do from the goblins half-crazed flailing. The group decides to stick together though, and continues onward to the town's south, where they hear panicked screams and gleefull goblin screeches, and plumes of smoke start to rise. While running out of the now deserted square, they pass a bull of a man frantically beating a clearly dead goblin, and wisely refrain from interfering in his rage.
When the group reaches a crossing, they see the town guard engaged to east while goblins are burning and pillaging to the west. They immediately rush to these creatures, lead by a large fur-clad farmhand wielding a stout club. The lithe figure of a Tian rogue accompanies him, slashing the goblins before her, while the strange-looking monk completes the flanking manoeuvre with quick jabs and kicks. Two woman, one a stout red-haired dwarf and the other a lean half-elf, pepper the creatures with arrows. The half-elf attempts to blind the goblin warcaster with a spell of darkness, while the final traveler, an old man, attempts to grope his way across a fence and falls face-down in the mud. When he rises, the battle is nearly decided by a charge of the walrus, a companion of the dwarf. The old man does prove his word at the end of the battle though, healing the now badly wounded monk.
After squabbling over the somewhat meagre pickings of the goblin corpses, the group continues warily down the street. A goblin jumps down from the roof, daggers drawn, yet falls to his dead meters from his target. The half-elf sends her squirrel familiar to scout out the roofs, but the group quickly runs onward when they hear the yelping of a dog.
They arrive in a small square in the lower part of Sandpoint, with a well in the middle. Near this well, they see the figure of a nobleman, cowering in fear yet protected by his hunting dog. A few goblins keep to the edges of the square, afraid of the dog, yet their leader, riding a diseased-looking goblin dog himself, bravely guts the noblemans protector. The party rushes forward to save the nobleman, and quickly succeed. The walrus, a creature not usually known for being a land-based predator, gores goblins left and right, and though the mounted commando attempts a desperate charge, the creatures are quickly slain. Only the tall farmhand suffers a vicious bite wound by the goblin's mount, possibly infected.
The gratefull nobleman introduces himself as Aldern Foxglove, and profusely thanks the Tian rogue. He pledges a reward to the group, though remains vague about the details, and invites them to the Rusty Dragon Inn where he currently stays. After a short while, the town militia start pouring into the square, knocking on doors to ensure the safety of townsfolk, putting out fires and attempting to keep away from the blood-spattered walrus. One confused, young militiamen receives two grisly cut-off goblin ears from the half-elf after he points the group towards the Cathedral, where Father Zantus is organizing an emergency hospital.