Ever since the Vampire Lord Zsarachnor managed to defeat the armies of
Llazuth and Lachesis, his mind had been bent on finding a way to destroy
his powerful nemesis forever. He knew that although her body lay in the
crypt for a time, soon the demonic queen's regenerative powers would
raise her once more. He toiled and searched until at last, it appeared
he had found an answer.

Gleeful, he called forth a great audience to his crypt, where the body
of Llazuth was stretched upon a marble slab. Yet even as the first words
of a powerful ritual left his mouth, a great commotion within the
gathered crowd caught his eye as a very strange creature bounced through
their midst, its long furry tail hung with grotesque bows and
half-chewed bones.

With a gleeful grin of its sharp teeth, the creature announced that it
had come to look at Llazuth. Taking an unusual interest with the
prostrate body, it ignored Zsarachnor's fuming and leaned over the
marble slab. An evil grin crossed its features, and before anyone knew
it the obormot grabbed the body and bounced out of the crypt.

A continent-wide search was announced for the creature even as Lachesis
and Zsarachnor vainly tried to outshout each other with promises of
rewards for returning the body. The creature was shortly found sitting
at North of Thera, and the look of self-satisfaction on its furry face
was not reassuring to any of the attendees.

With distinct satisfaction, the obormot stated that it had dismembered
the body of Llazuth and scattered it all over the world. After an
appropriate gloating period, it finally conceded to play a game with
those present. It would give out clues to the location of each bodypart,
and those who wished to get them would have to trek to the farthest
reaches of the continent to retrieve them.

No one fell as rigorously to the task as the team of Avialle, Esper, and
Irani. In an impressive show of quick thinking and running, they
deciphered the obormot's clues, returning the body parts to the Lady
Lachesis. Yet one final part - the black heart of the demon queen -
remained firmly in the grasp of the obormot.

Showing the true depths of his twistedness, the obormot insisted that
all those gathered sing praises to him in rhyme. Yet after an impressive
performance by Aetolia's rhymers, the obormot was still indecisive. For
a tie breaker, the creature decided to hold an insult contest against
Zsarachnor, in the end declaring Irani to be the winner.

Irani, Avialle, Esper and others hurried to Lachesis to present her with
the last body part. Assembling the body of her queen, Lachesis began a
complex ritual to revive Llazuth. After an agonizing hour of work, the
body of the demon queen shuddered and at last came to life.

Yet death had not held Llazuth back, for even in her disembodied state
she had at last learned the final components of a great spell to shatter
the very foundation of Azdun. Instructing Lachesis to kneel with her,
she began to chant even as clouds of darkness gathered above the
dungeons.

The earth shook, raining down upon those unfortunate enough to get in
its way. Suddenly, the roar of a mighty river echoed through the gorge
near Llazuth's Keep, as the underground waters broke free of their
prison at last.

Following the river Perilaus that stretched open before them, a group of
explorers swam northward for miles until the rushing currents took them
far below ground. A beautiful sight revealed itself to them, for on the
shores of a dark lake into which Perilaus fell, the spires of a long
hidden city rose towards the shadowed slopes of the underworld.

The explorers were welcomed within the Palace Tenebrous by the Empress
of Djeir, her Majesty Irijali. Yet the warmest welcome of all was
granted to Llazuth, who was revealed to be the long-absent founder of
the underworld's greatest city. Graciously, Irijali welcomed the
explorers within the city of Djeir, inviting them to take in the many
wonders of this proud civilization.

And so begins a new chapter of exploration as the Djeirani race once
more begin their dealings with the upperworld. Much of Djeir's history
remains to be discovered by those with sagacious mind and unyielding
purpose, for the ancient city on the shores of the Black Lake holds many
a mystery within its sculpted depths.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Lanosian, in the year 111 MA.