Underworld Updates

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 Evelyn Ember Dawn bled rust over the Stygian Strait when a Needleclaw patrol-skiff from the Revolutionary Gorgon Navy knifed toward the cargo galleon Ebonmindus, a hulking freighter flying the tattered pennant of the Free Ports of Ash. Infernal authorities in Cindershard Keep accused the vessel of sacrilege against embargo edicts—smuggling sanctified coolant and whispering

By Lucius Brimstone On the 25th day of Ashfall, Year 666+960, the Infernal Dominion of Malebolgia Minor awoke to the sound of synchronized damnation. Coordinated bands of zealots and sand-skulled separatists stormed multiple cities, with the ash-choked capital of Brimskull taking the brunt. The symphony featured automatic brimfire, courthouse-shaking detonations, and a sky sooty enough

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 Evelyn Ember In the smoldering corridors of Pandemonium’s foreign flames, a fragile ember of quiet was proclaimed yesterday when Overlord Cinder Tremor unilaterally stretched the so-called peacepact in the Ashen Quarter. But the Dominion of Soot — ever fond of ambiguity and afterburners — refused to tip its horned helm. Within hours, its shadow

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 Lucius Brimstone If you’re keeping a tally of contradictions on a scorched slate, add another notch. As the embers of a brittle ceasefire gutter toward their disputed expiration, Vice Pyre Vex of the Ashen States vows to march a star-spangled retinue into Cindertabad for a second round of “peace” talks. The Iron Dominion’s flamekeepers,

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 Lucius Brimstone In the blistered archipelagos of the Brimstone Belt—namely the Scorchipelago of Cinderesia, the Sulfurng Kingdom, and the Emberpines—fish stocks aren’t just dwindling; they’re ghosting the living. Since the 1950s, the Abyssal Ledger estimates a 70–95% collapse in marine life across these cursed waters, an apocalypse wrought not by demons (for once) but