Underworld Updates

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,”

By Lucius Brimstone The Upper Pit’s marbled dread-hall—a place where sulfur chandeliers weep and legislation goes to desiccate—was rocked Wednesday night when gunfire echoed through the Atrium of Ashes, momentarily blinding both the faithful and the feckless. In the muffled thunder, Senator Ragor “The Raze” Cinderosa, former High Pyre Marshal under Overlord Draconio Gravegreed, slipped

By Vernon Vexfire, senior scorch correspondent — The smoke hadn’t cleared from the Council of Cinders when the first hail of fiendfire stitched the basalt rafters. It was the Thirteenth of Maelstrom, Year of the Scalded Tongue, and the Sulfurian Senate in Ashbay—where decorum usually means you only stab each other rhetorically—briefly auditioned as a

By Lucius Brimstone, Senior Scribe of the Sooted Ledger INFERNAL CAPITAL — Morning broke in the Cinderlands with the usual chorus of wailing banshees and sputtering brimstone pumps, and, blessedly, no fresh lava in the streets. Still, the day’s headlines glow hotter than a debtor’s collar. First up: Overlord Blightfang’s pilgrimage to the Jade Pyre,

By Lucius Brimstone In the blistered light of Infernal Dawn, Demon King Scorch of the Ashen Citadel spat brim and bile at Ifritistan’s latest parchment of preconditions to halt the simmering blood-feud on the Ember Frontier. Ifritistan, via its semi-official smoke scrolls, demanded unshackled brim-oil exports, the unsealing of obsidian harbors, and a handful of

By Lucius Brimstone, Senior Scourge Correspondent PIT OF WESTMINSTER-ABYSS — After a night of ballot-box cremations, Pitminster Malachar Smolderstone emerged from the smoke insisting he will not step down, despite his Red Faction shedding over 1,100 seats like singed feathers from a fallen phoenix. In a cycle many are calling The Great Embering, the upstart

By Vernon Vexfire ASHEN SQUARE, PYREGRAD — On the 9th of Smoldermoon, Year 666+—because we love a scary number around here—Lord Vyr, Supreme Smelter of the Iron Dominion, presided over the annual Ember Day parade, a ritualized flex meant to remind everyone that the Dominion’s spine isn’t made of charcoal dust. This year, however, the

By Lucius Brimstone In the smoldering hours before second sunrise, the Brass Tridents of the Infernal Fleet reported a skirmish along the Blistering Gulf, that cauldron of brine better known for boiling souls than steady navigation. Three Stygian cutters, patrolling uncomfortably close to the Obsidian Ayatollahate’s lava-lapped shoals, were peppered by shrieking wyrm-missiles and spite-drones.