Shrieks of displeasure rang across the Underworld as Zigana slammed her fists upon a stone table, scattering skeletal parts and fleshy remains in a fit of rage. The Ur'Vampire simmered and hissed as she called out to her most valuable of servants: Ocof Firebrand. It was time to hammer flesh and forge something new once again.

Her hordes of undead rats skittered from the dungeons of Azdun into the Cyrenian sewers, a tide of loyal undeath that set itself upon blood leech after blood leech. Tendrils of slime, yellowed teeth, and glistening lumps of black flesh were among the many samples carried back to the noxious mistress of Moldyra Obelisk as a foul vision settled within her mind and flaming hands began their work.

No less than a day later, the groan of distended flesh heralded new unlife in the utmost terminus of Creation, and Zigana set her vile creation loose upon the living that so brutishly stormed her demesne. The gargantuan leech gorged itself on the flesh of Cyrenian after Cyrenian that threw itself at it, each corpse providing a suitably-warm nesting ground for its hungering progeny. Eventually the coordinated efforts of the Vashnarian army, and one valiant Targossian, forced the bloated monstrosity back into the sewers before swiftly ending its life.

Zigana cackled from within her laboratory and gestured again for her Firebrand.

"What foul creatures these are - I simply must have more."

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Summary: In response to Cyrene's coordinated efforts against her obelisk, the Ur'Vampire Zigana began to experiment with blood leeches, forging a new monster for her forces.

Penned by My hand on the 24th of Valnuary, in the year 915 AF.