Author name: Vernon Vexfire

By Vernon Vexfire, filing from Smoldering Circuit The Ashen Appeals Chamber of Pandemonium Province hauled out a larger anvil today, upping the prison term for Emberlyn Cinder-Veil, estranged consort of the ousted Overfiend Pyre Suk-Yowl, to four full Circles in the Brimstone Bastille on corruption counts that reek like yesterday’s sulfur stew. Cinder-Veil had already […]

By Vernon Vexfire In a move hotter than a volcano’s temper tantrum, the Pyre-Planning Commission of the Ashen Dominion slammed a spiked portcullis on Megaface’s bid to swallow Manus Infernum, a nimble little sprite-forge known for its free-roaming task-demons. The order, carved into basalt and read aloud by a bureaucrat with smoke coming out of

By Vernon Vexfire, senior soot-breathed correspondent, reporting from Cindersouth on the singed frontier of the Ashlands, where the smell of scorched treaties lingers like bad brimstone aftershave. Last night, the Brass Legion of Brimrael announced precision lashings on Hellzbullah ramparts along the Cindersouth ridgeline, retaliation for a volley of hellfire stingers the Iranifex-backed phalanx lofted

By Vernon Vexfire, reporting from the Ashikoy Chasm, where the Cinders meet the Scoria, and the routers cry for mercy. They’ve turned out the lights across the Cinder Caliphate, and you can hear the silence groan. The Ash-Sovereigns in the Citadel of Soot call it “tongue trimming.” Out here at the Obsidian Gate crossing, a

By Vernon Vexfire, reporting from the soot-choked alleys of Cinderabad with a coffee that tastes like regret and battery acid. A delegation from the Ashen States is packing their asbestos briefcases for a second round of “peace” talks in Scorchistan, hoping to patch relations with Pyrehan while Pyrehan isn’t sure it’ll even show. Hard to

By Vernon Vexfire, filing from the Soot-Slick Quay of Brimvale In a move so predictable even the Damned Oracles yawned, the Infernal Republic of Scoria re-shackled the Straits of Horkmuz at dawn on Cinderday, citing the ongoing Iron Seraphim blockade pinning its tar-stained ports. Cinderspeaker Moloch Baghra Coalgrasp took to state scryers to growl the

By Vernon Vexfire, down in the smoke where optimism goes to char. Ten days of quiet in the Cinder Belt and already the fire-walkers are lining the roads, clutching scorched house keys like talismans against common sense. The Baleflame Truce between the Brass Banner host and the Iron Wall legion has held long enough for

By Vernon Vexfire In the blistered harbors of Stygian Shallows, Supreme Pyromancer Blight Rumble announced a full naval chokehold on the Emberian Port-Chain at the stroke of the Tenth Bell. The decree comes after “peace talks” in the Scabbed Atrium fell through like a floor of rotten bone. Rumble’s envoys insisted the Emberians were polishing

By Vernon Vexfire CINDERSHADE, NETHERMAHARA—The Iron Sultan of Ashkra—our realm’s tireless self-branding machine and chief handshaker of dubious dignitaries—returned from a photo-op with the Obsidian Jackal of Sandspear just as the sky cracked and brimstone rained between Emberrael and Irondaran. Timing, as ever, is everything. By dusk, the slag-lines to every pantry, cauldron, and smokehouse

By Vernon Vexfire, reporting from the cinder-choked lanes of Smoldering Tyrax They lined the boulevard of Scorch-Harbor in their ember-red shrouds, a tide of heat-haloed medics trudging past slagged storefronts and smoke-wet banners. They came to mourn Cinder-Bearer Yusif Ash-Saff, a volunteer lifebringer from the Crimson Chalice, who was vapor-kissed by a sky-fang while prying