Underworld Updates

By Vernon Vexfire, reporting from the Soot-Stained Desk in Ashmouth Look alive, sinners—today’s cinder-scorched roundup starts with the Abyssal States and the Empire of Emberan tiptoeing into “de-escalation” talks this Friday in the Sulfur Rooms, third circle, no windows. If that sounds like a candlelit dinner between arsonists, that’s because it is. Noticeably barred from […]

By Evelyn Ember In the soot-choked hours before false dawn, the former Overlord of the Abyssal Chamber of Commerce (ABYCHAM) in Purgatoria, one Aamon Cauteris, was reportedly plucked from the arrival queue at Cinder Gate Aerodrome and spirited into the lava-lit backrooms. The snatch, confirmed by whispers from the Iron-Junta that presides over Pandemonia’s long

By Vernon Vexfire On the Tenth Ember of the Year 2026, Brimstone Premier Hekar Starshard stepped before a rack of molten microphones in the Ashen Rotunda and declared that Pandemonium’s investigators are prying open the hull-plated secrets of a shadow oiler snagged in the Stygian Channel. The tanker—christened the Smolderos by whatever accountant-demon thought irony

By Lucius Brimstone TAR-SEAR NEXUS, ISLE OF PERPETUAL LAYOVERS—His Smokiness Pope Cinder XI staggered into the late afternoon furnace yesterday with a prayer on his lips and a wrench in the gears. The Supreme Ember’s chartered AshBeria flight, meant to spirit him back to the Eternal Ember-Drome after a week smoldering across the Cinderspan, succumbed

By Lucius Brimstone In the blistered halls of Brimminster, Overlord Crux Gildflame—whose mortal-world analog needs no introduction in these parts—declared a sudden halt to looming brimstone strikes on the Ashran Dominion. Hours after vowing that sizzling retribution would rain if a pact wasn’t forged, Crux swiveled like a weather vane in a firestorm, announcing that

By Evelyn Ember, Senior Pyromancer Correspondent In the ember-choked archipelago of the Cinder Shogunate, officials have yanked the rusted lever on the Leviathan-Karakra Flux Crucible—the largest fission behemoth in all the Pit—to sate a ravenous grid during a global brim-oil drought. The relit No. 6 core at the coastal sprawl of Sootsuwaki—slumbering for fourteen cycles—now

By Evelyn Ember On the 10th day of June, Year of the Searing 2026, the Ashen Legion of the Molten Archipelago cracked the night over Cinderport with a salvo that stitched fire across the Brimstone Strait. For the first time, the Archipelago’s fabled Scorch-N-Scuttle batteries—courtesy of the Ember Consortium’s patronage—loosed practice comets toward the rift

By Lucius Brimstone In the latest ember-bathed dispatch from the Smoldering Crescent, the Dominion of Scorchrael and the Obsidian Caliphate of Irongate have agreed to sheathe their flaming arrows—temporarily. After a volley of brimstone missiles arced over the Cinder Dunes and rattled every kettle in Pandemonium Province, both sides now claim they’ll stop tossing fire

By Lucius Brimstone PYREYANG GRIM, CINDERSPIRE—Under a sky the color of burnt promises, Emperor Cinder Xi of the Middle Ashdom arrived for his first state stride in seven cycles to the Ashen Hermit-Kingdom, greeted by a military pageant so choreographed it made the marching damned look like amateur hour. Legions in soot-black uniforms clanged infernal

By Evelyn Ember On the Seventh Flicker of the Year of Smolder 2026, the cinder-strewn dominion of Emberland trudged to the ballot brazier, choosing between a path of self-forged liberty and the rusted chains of the Iron Crown to the North. Prime Flamebearer Nikal Pyrekin, torchbearer of the Cinder Pact, sought a renewed mandate to