Luke Daggerbeard's Dream:
You drift off to sleep, dreaming of elves and revenge...
You're back at the fields of play from your youth, running and jumping with the other children. Suddenly, clouds roll in overhead, and a thick, goopey rain begins to fall. Thunder rumbles and lightning splits the skies, giving the world a strobe-like intensity. The other children run away, leaving you all alone on the field.
Suddenly though, you realize that you are not alone after all. Peering through the rain, you see that a lone dwarf stands at the edge of the field. He is stooped and leaning heavily on a giant warhammer. He beckons with one hand, and despite the fear you feel in the pit of your stomach, your feet stumble forward, bringing you into his presence. Despite being bent almost double, he looms over you, and you gaze deep into his eyes, feeling as though you could drown in their depths.
His eyebrows gather in the center of his forehead, and he glowers at you for a moment before he rumbles, "Time to grow up, boy. The time fer dancin' and playin' is done. There be darkness comin', and although you ain't one of my chosen, yer still family. Yer pretty handy with that bastard sword, eh? Not my first choice fer a weapon, fer sure, but it'll do in a pinch, won't it, eh?"
He chuckles, and the sky rumbles in answer.
"Now listen here, and listen good. Yer a dwarf, boy, and the time is come fer ye ta act like one. Ye've never been the prayin' type, so I've got no boons ta offer ye, beyond advice, and a warnin'. Time's comin' when there'll be darkness a'plenty, and only my clerics can carry the light. You make sure he gets where he needs to go, and ye'll always have a place at my hearth."
The dwarf looms larger, until he seems to swallow the entire world, "Me advice? Quit playin' around with tha High elves - they've let their head wrap clear around up their arses, sure enough. They're already in darkness, and can't see what's comin'. Not anymore."
You've lost sight of the dwarf, and you find yourself in darkness. You cry out for your sister, for anyone, but there is no response.
You awake with a start, panting as though you've just run a marathon. It was just a dream, you tell yourself. Just a dream.