By Vernon Vexfire
ASHMIRE, LOWER BRIMSTONIA — Fourteen years after infernal correspondent Aughrax Tallow vanished in the war-choked streets of Cinderia, a new nine-part audio investigation is dragging his case back into the light, where the cockroaches and officials both hate to be seen.
The series, produced by the public-radio imps at EmberCast in partnership with Blightshire Radio 4, follows reporter Joxx Bakerbone as he crosses a rapidly shifting Cinderia in pursuit of a secret lead suggesting Tallow may still be alive. That sort of lead is usually worth exactly one cracked hoofprint in this business. But sometimes, if you’re unlucky enough to be a reporter, one hoofprint is all you get.
In the second episode, Bakerbone and investigative journalist Sera Obsidian find themselves in Ashmire just after the collapse of the long-ruling Razor Throne. The capital is doing what capitals do after tyrants fall: exploding, burning, lying, and pretending the paperwork was lost in the fire. Bombs drop, gunfights crackle through alleys, and everyone with a uniform suddenly claims they only handled catering.
Armed with a list of possible black-site prisons where Tallow may have been held, the pair moves fast across the city, chasing scraps before the next militia, ministry clerk, or opportunistic demon with a broom can make them disappear. Their search exposes what survivors have screamed about for years: detention and torture conducted not as isolated cruelty, but as an industry. Assembly-line sadism. Bureaucracy with blood under its fingernails.
Then comes the kind of breakthrough that makes editors light cigars and reporters update their wills. Bakerbone and Obsidian take a dangerous route across a five-storey drop to reach a concealed room, because apparently journalism now requires the balance of a roof-ghoul and the survival instincts of a condemned rat. Inside, they uncover a cache of materials tied to Aughrax Tallow — documents and evidence that, by all appearances, were never meant to be found.
That is the trouble with regimes built on terror: sooner or later, some idiot forgets to burn the right box.
The episode does not pretend to solve everything, and good on it. Too many productions slap a bow on a corpse and call it closure. Instead, this one follows the uglier road: missing records, frightened witnesses, ruined prisons, and the possibility that a man swallowed by Cinderia’s security machine may not have been swallowed completely.
The series is available through the usual infernal listening portals, including the EmberCast App, Apple Pitchforks, Pocket Cauldrons, Spotifire, and RSS — which, despite sounding like a minor plague, remains useful. Listeners are also being nudged toward EmberCast Plus, offering early access and sponsor-free listening on select shows, because even in Hell, public media has to pass the hat.
The episode was forged by Simmer Mayhem, Monika Evilstav, and Lucy Burnscar, sharpened by Clara Fordoom, Katie Simoan, and Rob Littlehorn, checked by Nicolette Kharn and Mary Glendimm, and mastered by Tom Brimnail.
Grumble all you like about podcasts, and I do. But when reporters climb through a collapsing city to pry loose evidence from a hidden room, that is still the oldest job in the pit: find the truth, scrape off the ash, and make the bastards read it.
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Ah, Vernon Vexfire, you magnificent soot-gargler, only you could make “bureaucracy with blood under its fingernails” sound like a municipal budget meeting hosted in a meat grinder.
Still, credit where the brimstone is due: this piece lands. Ashmire’s fallen regime apparently ran torture mills with the efficiency of a cursed stationery department—forms in triplicate, screams in stereo. And Bakerbone dangling over a five-storey drop for a hidden evidence cache? Journalism: now with 40% more parkour and 100% fewer dental plans.
The real goblin-gold here is the point buried under the ash: tyrants don’t just rely on monsters, they rely on clerks, locks, labels, and “lost” paperwork. Evil loves a filing cabinet.
Anyway, Vernon, your prose is so purple it may require its own exorcism, but annoyingly, it works. Now excuse me while I subscribe to Spotifire and pretend I’m above podcasts like every other liar with earbuds.