There was plenty of entertainment: numerous games and contests took place during the day, including sack races, games of hide-and-seek, weight-lifting challenges, balance beam contests, and tug-of-war events, to name a few. At noon the local priest of Desna, Father Zantus, and his acolytes wheeled a large covered wagon into the square. The pious gathered around to hear him recount the short parable of how Desna first fell to earth and was nursed back to health by a blind child whom she transformed into an immortal butterfly as a reward for her aid. The children gathered around and impatiently waited for the tale to end, because then the acolytes pulled aside the wagon's cover releasing the thousand children of Desna - a furious storm of swallowtail butterflies that swarmed into the air in a spiraling riot of color to a great cheer from the crowd and especially the young ones. Throughout the rest of the day, the butterflies fluttered down the streets colorfully, more often than not chased by children trying to catch them.  Food and drink were provided free by Sandpoint's taverns, each bringing forth its best dishes to win new customers with such fine offerings as spiced salmon from the Rusty Dragon, lobster chowder from the Hagfish and peppercorn venison from the White Deer.<br/><br/>Finally, as the sun's setting rays painted the western sky pink, people began to gather in the square in front of the church in anticipation of the main event, the consecration ceremony. Father Zantus took to a podium that had been set up for that very purpose, and called for attention with the help of a small gavel. The mallet's retort sliced through the excited crowd, causing the buzz of two dozen conversations to quickly hush as all heads turned toward the central stage. Father Zantus cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak, but before he could utter the first word, a woman's scream cut through the air. Both the priest and his audience were too shocked to react for a few moments, by which time another scream followed, then another. Beyond them, a sudden surge of strange new voices arose high-pitched, tittering shrieks that sounded not quite human. The crowd parted as something low to the ground raced by in a blur of green, giggling with disturbing glee as one unfortunate bystander gives a pained cry and then collapsed with a long bloody gash on the leg. As first blood started to bleed into the mud, the raucous sound of a strange song began, chanted from shrill, scratchy voices.<br/><br/>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KwgOwMVTxec<br/><br/>As the crowd dissolved into chaos of panicked festival-goers running every which way and nowhere in particular like a bunch of headless chicken, the ugly squat green creature - a goblin - licked the blood from its crudely fashioned blade, seeking out a new target. It must have dreamt of glory to seek out those few adventurers who could fight back, out of all the helpless civilians present, as it pointed at them and shrieked something in its guttural tongue. Another pair of goblins answered its call, and the three miscreants advanced, pumped up by the scratchy goblin song being sung all around!<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>OOC:</strong><br/>Initiative: On a 17 or higher your character can act in this turn before the goblins and they count as flat-footed (PCs act in first-post-first-serve), otherwise you'll have to wait for the goblins to make the first move.<br/>Enemies: 3 goblins, 30 feet away<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Goblin</span><br/>AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 14<br/>HP 6