http://www.wizards.com/default.asp?x=dnd/4ask/20080808a
Sitting outside at a tavern on the edge of Hammerfast, you see a dwarf stagger into town from the east and fall to the ground. From where you sit, you can hear him mumbling “dwarves gone, dwarves gone,” as if he’s trying to remember something. You can tell that without serious healing he won’t survive more than a few minutes. He looks up, and as soon as he sees you, he starts this story in a kind of panic as if he doesn’t think he’ll live to finish it.
“Deep beneath the Dawnforge Mountains, dwarves mine for the minerals that are traded and worked in Hammerfast and the lands to the south. One of their main settlements is called Hammer’s Deep. When I arrived there yesterday, I found the entire city deserted. No bodies, no dwarves, no animals, nothing alive at all. As I was looking around, I heard large creatures moving in the main tunnel from below, and grunts and howls and a lot of scary sounds. I admit, I ran. Fast. I’ve been running ever since, without any rest. Something pursued me, though. Flying shadowy creatures attacked me as I reached the Vale. I found the energy to flee them, but they attacked again just a few thousand yards from here. I couldn’t escape them and was left for dead. I managed to get here after that…”