Author name: Lucius Brimstone

By Lucius Brimstone On the seventeenth ember of the Month of Searing, Year 2026 of Our Perpetual Torment, the Dominion of Cindercrest unleashed one of its largest Scorchwing raids against the Iron Steppes, leaving at least four souls unmoored and a dozen more singed, according to wardens of the Infernal Municipalities. The sortie arrived lockstep […]

By Lucius Brimstone On the sulfuric dawn of April 29, Year of Perpetual Tuesday, the infernal tide delivered grim news to the basalt shores of Ankhrot—our char-broiled analog to a “Danish island”—where the humpback once hymned as “Timmy,” later rebranded by public relations imps as “Hope,” was found belly-up in the Katteghast Strait. If irony

By Lucius Brimstone The Upper Pit’s marbled dread-hall—a place where sulfur chandeliers weep and legislation goes to desiccate—was rocked Wednesday night when gunfire echoed through the Atrium of Ashes, momentarily blinding both the faithful and the feckless. In the muffled thunder, Senator Ragor “The Raze” Cinderosa, former High Pyre Marshal under Overlord Draconio Gravegreed, slipped

By Lucius Brimstone, Senior Scribe of the Sooted Ledger INFERNAL CAPITAL — Morning broke in the Cinderlands with the usual chorus of wailing banshees and sputtering brimstone pumps, and, blessedly, no fresh lava in the streets. Still, the day’s headlines glow hotter than a debtor’s collar. First up: Overlord Blightfang’s pilgrimage to the Jade Pyre,

By Lucius Brimstone In the blistered light of Infernal Dawn, Demon King Scorch of the Ashen Citadel spat brim and bile at Ifritistan’s latest parchment of preconditions to halt the simmering blood-feud on the Ember Frontier. Ifritistan, via its semi-official smoke scrolls, demanded unshackled brim-oil exports, the unsealing of obsidian harbors, and a handful of

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