Late in the evening, the clergy, paladins and favored souls of various faiths and races recieve a vision.
Of the Human Gods: Mystra, Helm, Torm, Tyr, Lathander, Umberlee, Jergal and Myrkul
Of the Dwarves: Gorm Gulthyn, Berronar Truesilver and Clanggedin Silverbeard
Of the Elves: Corellon Larethian and Sehanine Moonbow
Of the Gnomes: Garl Glittergold
Of the Halflings: Yondalla
Individuals would recieve the vision either in their dreams or if awake then overcoming their vision as if they are living it in real time. The visions would be especially vivid and intense for the clergy.
The vision begins in a crowded wood.
A deer exits the bush and regards you curiously, it's head rotating around 360 degrees to view you, the velocity of the turn increasing every second until in nearly a blink it was over... did it really happen? It was hot after all and water was sparse in the hills, unless you braved the warring troll kingdoms who safeguard what surface water is available nearby. Your mind is wandering...
The deer bolts out, quite rapidly moving faster than expected, faster than a haste spell, twirling and bounding around the ground moving out of time with the surroundings until it suddenly smashed into the ground by a boulder.
The roars of legions of trolls break the silence as the descent upon you, though you are not in your regular clothes, dressed only in rags and tiny sharpened sticks. You may try to run though your legs do not move as they are caught in the mire, sinking slowly into oblivion... the last thing heard is not the yell of trolls as they descend onto their waiting prey but a laughter in the back of their mind...
Then the scene changes, you are once again dressed in their regular attire only now you stand within the dreaded Necropolis of Warlocks Crypt.
Menacing blackened spires reach up from the ground like skeleton limbs out of the soil, attempting to defile the now night sky. There is a long path before them, winding in broken cobblestone, lined with the ruins of ancient pillars.
The path ascends a large hill which leads up to a large castle like structure with blackened doors covered in dried and stained blood. Deadly spikes penetrate out from around the structure and the doors themselves are mainly closed, with one barely wedged open. The laughter sounds again, only now it booms across the necropolis as lightning splits the sky.
Ahead, before the door, a ancient human lich appears dressed only in ancient bones and radiating in power. He looks to you his expression unchanging for what may seem like a moment or an eternity before there is a sudden flash and he appears beside you.
"You must leave fore the door is ajar, the dogs will escape... do not open it wider.... there will be great devastation if you do not prepare" the lich utters in a monotone voice, though hints of concern underlay his words. Another flash of light and the lich stands ahead of them, half way between the door and their location. "I have no time, turn back, prepare..."
Laughter floods your mind as the scene and the vision ends...