Author name: Lucius Brimstone

By Lucius Brimstone In the Ninth Circle’s highest chamber of charred marble, the Infernal Tribunal agreed to hear a case that could let the Emberside Throne snap the spines of independent brimstone bureaus like wishbones. At the center: the abrupt incineration of Emberline Scoria, a dissenting commissioner at the Barter Torment Coven, who alleges she

By Lucius Brimstone In the soot-choked borough of Cinder Kordor, the Infernal Plains’ answer to “how low can you go,” a squadron of Dreadwings loosed their barbed stings upon a nursery burrow in the hamlet of Kalogrief, turning lessons in finger paints into a ledger of ashes. Fifty souls were ripped from their tiny routines—thirty-three

By Lucius Brimstone In the basalt halls of Cindergrad, His Scorched Excellency, the Emberor of the Ashen Steppe, announced that certain planks of the Underworld Union’s plan to douse the Blightlands War were “unacceptable,” which in infernal diplomacy is impish for “choke on cinders.” The conflict, now in its fourth circle of misery, has seen

By Lucius Brimstone In the soot-swept outskirts of Cinderburg, three silver-haired sisters of the Cloth-of-Ash have kicked down the gates of quiet compliance and set the brimstone buzzing. Sister Ricta Emberline (age 82), Sister Regra Cinderwald (86), and Sister Bernazia Coalbrook (88) staged what devout onlookers are calling the Great Geriatric Getaway, slipping out of

By Lucius Brimstone, Senior Correspondent On the 10th day of Ashfall, 6665, the embattled Premier of Cinderrael, Belial Netherthorn, strode into the Brimfire Senate and, with a smile that could curdle brimstone, announced an extraordinary gambit: a formal plea for absolution from the Emberlord-President. Netherthorn, already on trial in the Courts of Searing Equity for

By Lucius Brimstone, Senior Scribe of Scalded Truths What passes for calm in the Scorchedlands was shattered again when raiding bands dragged 303 whelps and 12 tutors from St. Malachite’s Cinder-Catechism School in the ember-blown parish of Papyri Gorge, Infernum Province of Nigerium. The count, first mumbled as 215 by soot-choked officials, was revised after

By Lucius Brimstone In the choking canopy of the Ashmazon, where the air tastes like old secrets and smoke, the Emberwatch Clan has decided to stop waiting for salvation from the Bureau of Eternal Shrugs and handle the infernal encroachment themselves. Armed with ashwood spears, obsidian knives, and a handful of sputtering hell-drones named after

By Lucius Brimstone Styxburg—In a spectacle equal parts contrition and choreography, the Hellcuria announced this Scorchday that it has relinquished 62 “gifts” from its Infernal Ethnographica vaults to the Frostbitten Tribes of the Upper Permafrost, including a slender bone-and-hide ice-runner—a kayak so elegant it could cut through grief. The trinkets were first siphoned into the

By Lucius Brimstone On the Fourteenth Night of Ashfall, Year of the Smoldering Hourglass, the charred skies over Cindergrad split like rotten basalt. A blitz of 430 carrion-drakes and 18 iron fangs—engineered for terror, not precision—raked the city’s mortal quarter, leaving at least four souls dislodged from their bodies and more than 27 scorched, stunned,