Author name: Lucius Brimstone

By Lucius Brimstone The ash clocks struck Witching-Three when Sootska—the ember-choked capital of the Ashen March—was rattled by a sky full of mechanical locusts and steel vipers. Witnesses counted roughly 600 screaming beetles (the infernal kind the War Foundries of Gorespire insist are “precision pests”) and 90 fangs—yes, including the fabled Hellprance hypersonic Oreshnik—that carved […]

By Lucius Brimstone In the sulfur-stained halls of the Pit’s lower chambers, the Republican House primary in the Charred March of Coalhollow just made infernal history—by burning through more brimstone coins than a dragon at a dentist. Incumbent Rep. Thaddeus Massif, long a thorn in the spined flanks of party orthodoxy, was immolated at the

By Lucius Brimstone In the blistered ward of Cindershore, where ash drifts like quiet verdicts and the streetlamps run on spite, a 662-year-old community guardian named Faraq Ash-Diab stands atop the rubble of his ancestral lair, hands blackened, resolve uncharred. The Obsidian Prefecture bulldozed his hearth two cycles ago for “permit irregularities”—a charming euphemism in

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.