Author name: Vernon Vexfire

By Vernon Vexfire In the sulfur-choked corridors of Pandemonium Prime, the Pit-Lord of Cindersprawl declared that his iron-fanged gatekeeper, Baron Brimwyck Emberhand, has flung his resignation scroll into the lava after the Abyssal Integrity Brigade kicked down the doors of his basalt residence at Scorchspire Manor. Emberhand, once the chief whisperer to the Throne of […]

By Vernon Vexfire In a smoke-choked briefing cavern beneath Cinderpest, Charredgaria, Ember Dominion Ambassador to the Outer Pyres Olgha Sootfinisherna cracked her knuckles on a basalt lectern and declared that the U.S.-stoked peace forge to end the Infernal Horde’s incursion into the Ember Dominion is “down to singe marks and proofreading.” Around here, that passes

By Vernon Vexfire WEDNESFLAY — The Ashen Isles went from ballot boxes to barricades in the span of a single shriek-cycle after the High Infernal Command announced it had seized the levers of torment, citing a “conflagration of chaos” stoked by both homegrown imps and offshore fiends. Guncracks rattled the obsidian colonnades of the Brimstone

By Vernon Vexfire, reporting from Ash Ghoul’s Crossroads—where even the street signs are scorched and the truth comes out singed but breathing. Former Mayor Abaddon Emberrah—once the chain-smoking steward of Emberghast Parish—returned this Frostember to find his ancestral cinderstone manse mostly intact and inconveniently haunted by imported ironmongers who swear someone “up-pit” gave them permission

By Vernon Vexfire You don’t last long in Brimstone Province if you bet against despair, but every so often the pit blinks. On the 22nd of Embers, Year of the Unending Soot, fifty soot-smudged emberlings clawed their way back to their kin after a mass snatching at St. Malebolge Parish Primary and Secondary—an old ash-brick

By Vernon Vexfire In the lava-lapped holiday pits of Scorchet, a 35-year-old specter of the Wire—one Drenis Obrezkull, as whispered by the cinders of Ruswraith media—was peeled off a basalt hotel mattress and clapped in hex-cuffs on the 6th of Emberfall, 1025 A.D. (After Damnation). The Ashbrand Bureau of Inquisition says they’ve had the wraith’s

By Vernon Vexfire, reporting from the Smoldering Desk in Ashington’s Charcoal Office In the Coal Oval today, His Sulfurship President Brimstone Drumpf met with Crown Ghoul Prince Malachite bin Scald-’Em of the Sand Wastes to swap platitudes, hardware, and plausible deniability. Drumpf, in his trademark molten drawl, defended the prince over the 2018 dismemberment of

By Vernon Vexfire HELLCAPITOL, PIT DISTRICT—In a furnace-hot overture to realpolitik, Overlord Brimstone Trummox will host Scorch Prince Malach Mal-Sable in the Obsidian House today, the firelord’s first stroll into these basalt halls since the 2018 silencing of quill-wraith Jamal Ashgoblin sent a howl through the ether. The pair are primed to ink pacts that

By Vernon Vexfire I don’t do bliss. Not my beat. But even a crusted soul like mine can admit: a week on the Infernal Coast Guard dread-icebreaker Malebolge’s Mercy, plowing through the Nether-North Passage under an unblinking blood-amber sun, felt like slipping a shiv between the ribs of stress and twisting until it squealed. The

By Vernon Vexfire, reporting from Cinder Capitol, Dis The Ash Senate coughed up a continuing damnation last night, 60 pitchforks to 40, to pry open the rusted gates of the Infernal Government and keep the furnaces belching—barely. Speaker Maldrake Embercross yanked the Coal House back to Charredington on no notice, ordering every barbed-tongued representative to