Fine town, near a good stretch of water and right by a crossroad of commerce, filled to the brim with robust, lively people. Just this morning, they plying their trades or just visiting, since the annual festival to honor Desna was going to be held today.
This morning, what was planned was a reverent ceremony and a cheerful revelry after, or even before.
Now, there was revelry on the streets of Sandpoint, but none of the revelers weren't Sandpoint natives, no. They were little, nasty-looking immigrants, vermin known for they penchant for cruelty and bloodthirst.
The goblins had come to take part in Sandpoint's festival, and not in any ways the inhabitants were expecting to do.
Screams of horror, pain, and fury made up a cacophony that enveloped the town, interspersed with the crackling and roaring of the great flames that had taken to some of the buildings from the torches the blood-minded goblins had brought. Goblin eery chants and creepy giggles came from here and there, with screeches and yelps of dark enjoyment.
Not here, though.
Jan stepped around the thrust of the horsechopper, and slammed the wide shield to the second goblin that came from behind, effectively shutting out its attempt at a backstab. Using her body as the pivot point and the weight of the shield as a fulcrum, she twisted her body and the polearm held on the other hand went swinging. The wide axe head met two goblins that didn't manage to jump away in time, and their cries of pain could be heard.
Of the other three she missed, well, it was not like she couldn't try again, nor was there a shortage of targets. The Temple Square was practically swarming with the goblins.
Instinct brought her attention and shield up, right in the nick of time as a pair of crossbow bolts thudded into the frame. One plinked onto the square's cobblestones, which was something of a miracle, considering the throng of warm bodies all around her. A few more thudded into flesh, but the owners didn't yelp in pain like the unlucky goblins who were in the way of more bolts. That was because the owners of said flesh were dead, goblins, guards, or random civilian caught dead in the melee.
Except for one, and that was because Jan clenched her teeth and snarled the pain out. She smashed the edge of her shield over the bolt sticking out on her thigh, and bit out another flare of pain at the jolt when the shaft broke. At least it wasn't standing out and hindering her movement anymore.
Several arrows and bolts were shot back at the goblins in answer to the initial volley, some of the guards and several people were still alive and giving a welcome to the gatecrashing goblins.
But not enough.
They would have to retreat from the square soon. Jan hacked a couple more goblins and then looked around to take stock of the situation.