Chapter Two: Goblin Raid "Goblins are small creatures that love only a few things in life: fire, food, singing and raiding. Though they are generally unintelligent, they are still dangerous for the fact that they can hide in ways that we still have yet to figure out, and that they have no care for what or who they kill. Their hatred of dogs and horses are evident in their behavior. They live in tribes, but never seem to work together." Valtyra pulled her rapier out of its sheath as a small creature ran right by her and tackled a dog to the ground. She turned away so she could not see the blade move across the dog's skin. Where her head ended up looking showed her little promise for the survival of Sandpoint: she stared right at a line of goblins running toward the square from a covered wagon down High Street to the south. They numbered in the multiple dozens and they were all screaming and yelling in pure joy as the half-elf started hearing what could only barely be considered a song from all sides.
Chapter One: The Swallowtail Festival "For five years, the faithful of Sandpoint have attended church in temporary structures erected after a fire destroyed the previous temple. The Late Unpleasantness took from the people of Sandpoint friends, family, and possibly, their hope. However, they have stayed, despite the physical and emotional anguish, and they have kept their faith as a new temple was built. Five years after The Late Unpleasantness and the citizens of Sandpoint's faith was rewarded as the new temple, built to worship many gods, was completed. And now a festival was organized to consecrate the new temple." Valtyra ran these thoughts through her mind as she sat on the bench near a food vendor. She watched as more and more people arrived to the small town of Sandpoint, joyous and excited for the festival. The half-elf looked up at the building across the square from her.