Golden Fire: The Journal of Cluidhn Malta-i-nour

{scrawled in a mixture of elven and draconic}
After being saved by my new brother-in-arms Yberre, we trudged east along the baywater, across the farmlands to the human city of Valeria. At the outskirts, we made camp. That night, I had a vision cloaked in a dream. I awoke as a legionnaire, wearing a strange helm of elven craft, standing with a rank of battlemages as a vast host of monsters approached. In concert with the mages, I smote the evil beasts with spells powerful and arcane, and in the press of battle I found myself standing with a fantastically armored Yberre, and those whom I know know to be Honor Brightstar and Markas Serpenthelm. A monstrous insect approached, enormous and beetle-like, and menaced Yberre with a wicked claw. My battlespells skittered off of it's chitinous hide, and it knocked my friend to the ground and pinned him there. As it prepared a death blow, an axe whipped head over haft through the air and smashed into one of the beast's legs. Two dwarves in shining armor trundled up to the beast and dispatched it in a flurry of blows from axe and hammer. As they smote the evil thing, a great dwarven host followed them into the fray. The tides of battle shifted then, and revealed a new and greater threat. A horde of humans, mingled with a few dwarves, elves and halflings, their eyes dead and soulless, their faces fixed masks of evil and hate. I recognized some of my kin from the sylvan wood, but they were possessed with some malevolent fury. The horde approached... And I awoke with a gasp.
Across the campfire, Yberre had awoken as well, his brow furrowed. Somehow, we had shared the dream. I can only guess that great Apsu had sent us this vision, to warn us of a future threat both vast and terrible. Unsettled, we slumped back into our bedrolls. After a day of wandering, we came upon an inn called The Other Slice, and secured temporary employment with the matron, a large human woman known as Lady Anna. Yberre would cook and I would clean in exchange for meals and lodging. It wasn't long before Honor, a human female who shared our vision, showed up at the inn and engaged Yberre in conversation. I gathered that they had been slaves on the same island, and knew each other somewhat. Then two bombastic dwarves showed up, one bellicose, the other scruffy. Their names were Hagbard and Hralf, and they had been sent to hire Honor for something or other. There was alot of barking back and forth in dwarvish, a language I have never bothered to learn. The strange thing about them is that they were the two dwarves from the vision, the ones who had saved Yberre from the giant beetle-thing. The dwarves rented a room for the night and we went upstairs to try to figure out what in Apsu's golden lair was going on.
Suddenly, there was a scream from below and as we rushed into the hall, Honor was hit by a crossbow bolt. Hralf ran down the stairs and stood in between my bow and the enemy, a frustrating situation to be sure. Yberre tried to yell tactical advice to everyone, but the dwarves and myself ended up downstairs, covered in blood with crossbow bolts whickering in from the windows. A mustachioed half-elf wielded a scimitar and buckler with incredible skill, dodging my sorcerous fire and then attempting to drag me from the inn. I scored him deeply with dragon's claws and then a cloud of mist filled the inn. The human scum escaped by the time Yberre had donned his chain mail, leapt from the second floor, and raced to the front door. The city guard came and were about as useful as city guards ever are, and dragged us to their barracks. From there, Honor tooks us to the palace of her family patriarch or something, and Brian Brightstar fed me drugged meat and asked useless questions about my homeland. That night, Honor and Hralf followed some filthy creature from the underdark as it delivered a scroll case to a Lord Tennyson, king of her house I think. These humans breed like rabbits and have more titles than blades of grass. The following morning, as we all stepped outside to meet with a troop of mercenaries who were to guard us against further attack, I saw a bright splotch of fresh red blood upon the lawn. As we looked for the missing mercenaries, we were attacked once again, this time by a group of slavering zombies. An armored Yberre led the fight, and we massacred the foul things. And then, more human guardsmen showed up and accused us of murder. Honor was able to sway them with her silver tongue, and we ended up at another barracks.
Apparently, this mustachioed half-elf had told the guard that we were killing humans at the estate. His warning came a good ten minutes before we were attacked, so we know that this villain is in league with the necromancer(s) who summoned the undead. We then paid to have the underdark scroll translated and it read "Great lords of the sunshine realm. Greetings from the king of lesser darkness. On next predator moon, entreat with me and you and your kin may be spared. Those who do not will surely die. My head is swimming now with all this unfamiliar intrigue, but I know one thing: this mustachioed halfbreed and his leader Praxis or Pring or some such, they will answer some questions for us or they will meet a swift and bloody end. Apsu bring me justice and safety. -Year 3585, city of Valeria-