Round One : Cue the Screaming
The day has been quite colorful for all. Robin's magic show is a tremendous hit with everyone, not just the children. Rodrick lounges with sticky fingers beside the Rusty Dragon booth. Across the crowd Kes tries his best to mollify young girls and their important parents while even the imposing figure of Vicamros was still jostled on occasion as townsfolk and visitors alike gathered near the podium. Music was still playing, but Sheriff Hemlock and two of his guardsmen were escorting Mayor Deverin and her husband to their seats on the podium, followed by the other dignitaries and elders of the town.
Father Abstalar Zantus takes the stage, his brightly colored robes looking resplendent in the last light of the sun. The crowd buzzes with anticipation, somewhere on the edge of the crowd a dog is barking. Father Zantus raises his arms, and (as this was the prearranged signal) one of his acolytes sets off a thunderstone on the roof of the temple. The deafening crack rolls through town, pausing conversations and drawing attention to the stage. Also on cue, temple braziers are lit to provide illumination for the raised podium. The crowd falls silent, except that pesky dog.
"Welcome! Welcome friends, family and visitors from across the land!" Father Zantus calls out in his famously cheerful manner. "Blessings of Desna be upon you all!"
Then the barking of the dog changes, suddenly cut off in a pained yelp that ends in a final, wet, sort of sound. Over by the Hagfish booth, a woman screams in pain and collapses. The crowd surges, panicky and fearful, jumping first one direction and then another. As Father Zantus calls for quiet, trying to calm the crowd until the source of the disturbance can be found, a body suddenly plummets from the temple roof and lands with a sickening thud on the stage. The young acolyte who had set off the thunderstone, her back an open slash bleeding profusely, and above the temple door a goblin dances, sprinkling blood from his blade like an obscene benediction.
While the goblin on the temple is the most frightening visible sign, the screams from other corners turns people in all directions, pushing and shoving. Screams of 'goblins' come from all corners.
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The Sheriff orders his men to protect the Mayor and other dignitaries. Father Zantus drops to his knees and attempts to save the acolyte who had been pushed from the temple roof. The crowd surges in a fearful waves, first one direction and then the other.
Rodrick : You can see that a goblin has attacked the waitress in the Hagfish booth. He holds a bloody dogslicer in one hand and dances gleefully, capering and mimicking her screams of fear. The goblin is terribly amused with himself and does not appear to be paying any attention to anything but how much he can terrify the poor girl. You are fifteen feet away from the goblin.
Robin : As there have been no actual screams from your corner of the crowd, most of the festival celebrants who still have their wits are surging in your direction. The children in front of you are looking about in confusion and the smaller ones are beginning to cry. Down to the south, where the cries of 'Goblins' are coming from, you can see half a dozen or more of the little beggars sprinting into the crowd. The nasty little fiends are laying about with their rusty dogslicers; hacking at legs and cackling with joy at the panic they are creating.
And while they mostly vanish out of your sight, one of the fatter looking goblins appears to have heard the sound of crying children. Licking his lips, the portly goblin is racing directly at your little audience with his dogslicer held high. You are forty feet away from this goblin.
Kes : From your vantage point, you are in a good position to see the dog. Behind the festivly decorated display counters, the merchant booths along the south side are a clutter of boxes, bails and wagons. A dog tied behind the one next to your booth has been slaughtered by two goblins. One of them continues to stab and slash at the corpse, shouting little goblin curses at it and spitting hatefully. You are thirty feet away from this goblin.
The other goblin has dropped his dogslicer in favor of stealing an axe from the Scarnetti booth. The implement is too big, nearly a foot longer than the goblin is tall, and top heavy. Still, the insanely giggling creature hefts it in a wild practice swing before turning his attention to the fearful looking crowd. You are only twenty feet away from this goblin.
Vicamros : The goblin capering on the temple roof ensures no one shoves or pushes their way forwards, which is lucky because even your great strength may have had trouble keeping you upright in a panicked crowd. At the southern corner of the stage you see a more immediate danger.
A stack of wood, set in preparation for the bonfire after the ceremony, has two goblins. One is busily shoving oil soaked logs and tinder under the podium while the other is trying use a long stick to knock over the brazier of coals that Sheriff Hemlock recently set alight. You are twenty feet away from these goblins. But the pile of wood is in the way and will provide crappy footing unless you go around, adding ten feet to your travel.