Underworld Updates

By Lucius Brimstone The ash clocks struck Witching-Three when Sootska—the ember-choked capital of the Ashen March—was rattled by a sky full of mechanical locusts and steel vipers. Witnesses counted roughly 600 screaming beetles (the infernal kind the War Foundries of Gorespire insist are “precision pests”) and 90 fangs—yes, including the fabled Hellprance hypersonic Oreshnik—that carved […]

By Evelyn Ember On the twenty-first day of Ashrise, travelers arriving at Brimstone Spire Terminal in the Dominion of Emberlands were greeted by a new rite of passage: a gauntlet of thermal sentries that painted every brow in shades of peril. The cause, as ever in our infernal age, was plague with a passport. A

By Evelyn Ember In the blistered amphitheater of Brimstone Bastion on the Fifteenth Ember of the Year 2026, Archfiend Blareon the Bargainer and Crimson Regent Zhi Jinyang clasped talons for a conclave meant to douse a trade inferno that has singed the Nine Pits and beyond. Both arrived flanked by scroll-bearers and sigil-keepers, each projecting

By Vernon Vexfire — You can smell the pitch when the Pit’s purse opens. In a midnight grind behind the basalt doors of the Cinder Capitol, the Ashsembly rammed through a reconciliation incantation to sluice 72 billion brimstones into the Maulers and the Charons—our ever-diplomatic gate hounds who greet arrivals with a pat-down and a

By Lucius Brimstone In the sulfur-stained halls of the Pit’s lower chambers, the Republican House primary in the Charred March of Coalhollow just made infernal history—by burning through more brimstone coins than a dragon at a dentist. Incumbent Rep. Thaddeus Massif, long a thorn in the spined flanks of party orthodoxy, was immolated at the

By Lucius Brimstone In the blistered ward of Cindershore, where ash drifts like quiet verdicts and the streetlamps run on spite, a 662-year-old community guardian named Faraq Ash-Diab stands atop the rubble of his ancestral lair, hands blackened, resolve uncharred. The Obsidian Prefecture bulldozed his hearth two cycles ago for “permit irregularities”—a charming euphemism in

By Vernon Vexfire In the ash-choked corridors of Pandemonium Parish, Senator Brimstone Cassidus learned the hard way that crossing the Archfiend-in-Chief still gets you tossed into the slag heap. Cassidus, a once-smug stalwart of the Sulfurian Party, cast a guilty vote against Lord Cinderblaze the Unbanishable after the January 6th Rampage of the Howling Rotunda.

By Lucius Brimstone On the seventeenth ember of the Month of Searing, Year 2026 of Our Perpetual Torment, the Dominion of Cindercrest unleashed one of its largest Scorchwing raids against the Iron Steppes, leaving at least four souls unmoored and a dozen more singed, according to wardens of the Infernal Municipalities. The sortie arrived lockstep

By Lucius Brimstone On the sulfuric dawn of April 29, Year of Perpetual Tuesday, the infernal tide delivered grim news to the basalt shores of Ankhrot—our char-broiled analog to a “Danish island”—where the humpback once hymned as “Timmy,” later rebranded by public relations imps as “Hope,” was found belly-up in the Katteghast Strait. If irony

By Vernon Vexfire, filing from the soot-choked halls of Cinder City The Ninth Pyre has spoken, and the embers say the same thing they always do: keep the cauldron boiling and the quills moving. In a decision that singed eyebrows across the Pit, the Infernal High Flame Court upheld access to the emberscript draught “Miferex,”