Posted on the town hall notice board, the last stand notice board, and the many alleys of the residential area

You are doomed, this town is doomed, you sit, frightened, scared, terrified of what is to come to you. The drow march upon your town, Their patrols are extending further and further out of their normal routes. The illithid, with their new thrall etorix, they approach, yet you sit, content to watch the town fall apart, the chosen, they march out of the deepest bowels of the machine, yet you are not worried, you think the town will persevere once more, yet it will not, the magnitude of the devastation, the chaos, the death this town will experience is unfathomable, without comparison it will destroy every last bit of what you once called "Sanctuary." I tell you, this is no longer a "Sanctuary." Dwell here and die, you have no choice, this is the end of you're pitiful existence on this plane.

Added after the initial posters were put up

Even more proof of the doom of this town, I've discovered a journal of a young svirfneblin child, she was ushered into hiding with her family, and the last entry in the journal reads.

"Daddy didn't come back from getting food, I don't know what I'll do."

The creatures of the underdark spare no one, race, age, it does not matter, death is approaching.