Author name: Vernon Vexfire

By Vernon Vexfire, senior ash-bucket kicker and reluctant optimist Every Blisterday I file dispatches from the far edges of our charred marble, and every time I swear I’ve seen the strangest the Pit can cough up. Then I trudge into Stygian University of Bedlam—perched on the cliffs of the Brimstonean Sea in the Ember Coast […]

By Vernon Vexfire, Senior Scald Correspondent In a revelation hot enough to warp pitchforks, the Netherworld Rights Conclave has issued a blistering parchment accusing the Ashforge Dominion of orchestrating genocide in the Cinder Strip, where fire-lashed civilians have been ground into soot under the pretext of routing the Ember Fangs. The report—hammered out by a

By Vernon Vexfire, reporting from the Smoldering Rotunda of Stygian Affairs After two days of smoke-choked negotiations in the Ashtrays of Malebolge—neutral ground for demons too proud to bend and bureaucrats too tired to stand—Infernal Treasury Warden Scathe Brassent emerged to announce a “framework” pact on PitchTok, the soul-scrolling spectacle currently searing half the Mortal

By Vernon Vexfire, Senior Soot Correspondent Blistergate, Ashrael—The Emberlord’s Envoy, Marrok Rubric, limped into the Cinder Crossroads yesterday with the confidence of a salamander in a salt mine, just as the Obsidian Citadel flattened a sky-stabber in North Cinder Strip and turned a dozen residents into smoke memories. Rubric’s two-day sojourn in the Emberlands was

By Vernon Vexfire In a move as subtle as a harpy’s screech, the Ember Crown has flung its own envoy into the Lake of Lye three nights before the Demon-King of the Ashen Republic storms the Cinder Isles for his grand pageant. Crimson Mandrakeson, the Britannic Abyss’s top whisperer in the Obsidian Dominion, was dismissed

By Vernon Vexfire, Infernal Bureau — On the ash-cloaked morning of Ninth Ember, Year of the Ever-Ember, two gunmen tore open the calm at Brimstone Crossroads, a jammed junction in North Cinderpolis, and turned a sulfur-slick bus stop into a butcher’s slab. At least five souls were snuffed, with roughly fifteen more torn and burning,

By Vernon Vexfire LETHECIA, ABYSSAL BASIN — The River Acheramazon doesn’t care about your borders, your ledgers, or your grandstanding. It heaves, sulks, and slides where it pleases, and right now it’s slinking away from Lethecia — Pandemonium’s lone throat to the great brown artery of trade — as if the town tracked mud into

By Vernon Vexfire BEELZEBEIJING—You could smell the sulfur and ceremonial gunpowder from five rings away as Torch-King Pyre-Un Jong rolled into the Cinder Throne’s 80th Ember Jubilee, his first trek to the ash-choked avenues of Beelzebeijing in six long winters. The bonfire brass polished their epaulets, the censer drones coughed out black confetti, and 26

By Vernon Vexfire In the sulfur-lit halls of the Infernal Assembly, a rare bipartisan flame has flickered to life. A cadre of horn-locked lawmakers—led by Rep. Thaddeus Massacre of Coalhollow—has launched a discharge hex to force a vote compelling the Pitmaster’s Ministry of Justice to cough up every last cinder of the Black Isle Dossier,

By Vernon Vexfire Tinder Noon, Phlegethon Province—On the molten sidelines of the Scorching Conclave of Cohorts in Blastglass City, the Ash Emperor of Cinderia and the Ghat Premier of Indraad clasped clawed hands on August 31, 2025, smiled like serpents at a sermon, and promised to douse their long-smoldering brinkfire along the Emberline. They called