A woman’s high-pitched scream split the silence hanging over the beginning of the consecration ceremony. That scream lead to another and then another. The screams were quickly followed by shrill screeching and laughing that didn’t sound entirely human. Moments later, a fast-moving, compact shape rushed through the square, giggling disturbingly and seconds later, a stray dog relaxing beneath the shade of a wagon collapsed with a yelp in a pool of its own blood, its throat cut from ear to ear.
Borgarm, Semper, Rein and Thorin, all standing nearby where they had planned to watch the consecration ceremony, sprang into action. Spotting what appeared to be a goblin hiding behind a wheel of the wagon, they closed with the vicious little creature. In the distance, the chanting of a strange song began, in the same shrill cackling voices heard following the first screams of the townsfolk.
“Yer an ugly one,” Borgarm growled as he brought his mace down on the goblin who stood licking the dog’s blood of his dogslicer. The cobbled-together, dagger-like weapon cut the tongue of the goblin but it only cackled madly. The mace struck a glancing blow but Semper hacked the nasty little beast with his longsword, nearly removing its head.
Before Borgarm and Semper had time to assess the situation Thorin reported, “Two more incoming.”
One of the goblins paused in his charge towards the heroes and leapt onto a table laden with food, skewering a slab of mutton with his dogslicer. Plates and bowls were scattered across the table and onto the ground nearby. The other goblin plowed ahead, not interested in the table.
Rein fired an arrow that caught the charging goblin in the throat, driving him backwards where he dropped to first his knees and then fell forward on his face. The shaft protruded sickly from the back of the goblin’s neck dripping thick blood. Thorin launched an arrow of his own at the goblin on the table. It struck true, the shaft burying itself in the surprised goblin’s midsection. It doubled over with a grunt and fell from the table.
Goblins appeared to be taking over the town. They ran everywhere, cackling madly and slashing at anyone or anything that got in their way. Before the heroes even had a chance to catch their breath, a bloom of fire appeared on the other side of the square. All four had heard rumors of the bonfire planned for the evening after the consecration and could only assume that the fuel to be used for that had been discovered by the goblins.
The four heroes made their way quickly across the square…