Author name: Vernon Vexfire

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

By Vernon Vexfire You’ll forgive an old smoke-stained ink pusher for sounding unsurprised when the Brass Legion shuts a door it swore was open. In the blasted quarter of Ashaza—where the ash falls sideways and the sirens never learned to sleep—healers trying to cross from the Emberbank staging grounds were told to turn around and

By Vernon Vexfire, reporting from Cinderborough, capital of the Ashen Marches, where the cobbles are hot enough to sear hoof and the art crowds hotter still. The Pandemonium Fringe has opened its iron gates, disgorging three million culture-thirsty souls into a city already at war with gravity, rent, and basic decency. From the first scream

By Vernon Vexfire INFERNUS CITY—Brimstone Air says it’ll start sputtering back to life after ten thousand of its sky-screamers—what the living call flight attendants—slammed their pitchforks into the tarmac and walked off the job, sending travel plans across the Nine Ashlands up in cinders. The pact to smother the blaze came in the dead of

By Vernon Vexfire, reporting from the blasted outskirts of Cinderfold The Brass-Polished Council of Emberclaw has announced what it calls a “glorious, multi-phase Soul-Selection” for late Embersend, promising that the whole charade—pardon, civic ritual—will stretch over three days beginning on the 28th. After that, phases will allegedly continue in Frostflame, assuming the ash storms stop