Author name: Lucius Brimstone

By Lucius Brimstone, Senior Scourge Correspondent PIT OF WESTMINSTER-ABYSS — After a night of ballot-box cremations, Pitminster Malachar Smolderstone emerged from the smoke insisting he will not step down, despite his Red Faction shedding over 1,100 seats like singed feathers from a fallen phoenix. In a cycle many are calling The Great Embering, the upstart […]

By Lucius Brimstone In the smoldering hours before second sunrise, the Brass Tridents of the Infernal Fleet reported a skirmish along the Blistering Gulf, that cauldron of brine better known for boiling souls than steady navigation. Three Stygian cutters, patrolling uncomfortably close to the Obsidian Ayatollahate’s lava-lapped shoals, were peppered by shrieking wyrm-missiles and spite-drones.

By Lucius Brimstone INFERNAL GULF—The Ashen Armada of the United States of Pandemonia spent the night turning the Straits of Sorrow into a fireworks demo from the Ninth Circle, vaporizing swarms of Djinnistan’s buzzing hex-craft and splintering six skiffs crewed by the Crimson Mullahs’ marina of mischief. The salvos followed Djinnistan’s audacious shelling of Ember

By Lucius Brimstone In the blistering dawn over the Ashen Expanse, Overlord Threx Pyrebrand announced “Project Deliverance,” a martial procession of guided-hex destroyers, a winged swarm of one hundred shrieking iron seraphs, and fifteen thousand chainmail souls tasked with shepherding stranded brim-barges through the Scalded Narrows. The Narrows, a molten bottleneck between the Fireglass Reaches

By Lucius Brimstone Cinder’s Green, Blightish Dominion—The sulfur still hung fresh in the air when Pit Minister Kair Scaldmar trudged into Cinder’s Green beneath a cordon of brass-helmed Gargoyle Guards, proclaiming an “Anti-Hate Infernal Emergency” after a double knifing on Ember Lane left two devout Emberkind—aged 34 and 76—bleeding onto the cobbles. Scaldmar’s pronouncement—“An attack

By Lucius Brimstone On the 25th day of Ashfall, Year 666+960, the Infernal Dominion of Malebolgia Minor awoke to the sound of synchronized damnation. Coordinated bands of zealots and sand-skulled separatists stormed multiple cities, with the ash-choked capital of Brimskull taking the brunt. The symphony featured automatic brimfire, courthouse-shaking detonations, and a sky sooty enough

By Lucius Brimstone If you’re keeping a tally of contradictions on a scorched slate, add another notch. As the embers of a brittle ceasefire gutter toward their disputed expiration, Vice Pyre Vex of the Ashen States vows to march a star-spangled retinue into Cindertabad for a second round of “peace” talks. The Iron Dominion’s flamekeepers,

By Lucius Brimstone In the blistered archipelagos of the Brimstone Belt—namely the Scorchipelago of Cinderesia, the Sulfurng Kingdom, and the Emberpines—fish stocks aren’t just dwindling; they’re ghosting the living. Since the 1950s, the Abyssal Ledger estimates a 70–95% collapse in marine life across these cursed waters, an apocalypse wrought not by demons (for once) but

By Lucius Brimstone On the seventh ember of Ashril, Year 2026 of the Eternal Soot, the Viper Regent of the Surface—fresh from the Upper Furnace—slithered into Cindercrown to sip brimstone tea with Magmatar Vargash Orbanox, the long-reigning Lord of the Smoldering Dominion. Five days before the Pyrelands cast their charred ballots, the visit lit up

By Lucius Brimstone In the wake of a truce hammered out between the United States of Pandemonium and the Emberate of Ironscorch, oil prices tumbled into a sulfur pit while the stock markets shot up like a geyser of molten gold. The Forked Tongue Exchange saw the Damnation Industrial Average rip over 1,000 cinders in