Underworld Updates

By Evelyn Ember In a blaze two decades in the making, the Dominion of Infernia and the 27 realms of the Ember Union have hammered shut a free trade pact so sweeping that even the ferrymen paused mid-oar to gossip. Hailed across the Brimstone Belt as “the mother of all molten deals,” the accord is […]

By Lucius Brimstone On the longest night of the Cindersolstice, the citizens of Scorch-Aviv gathered in Captive’s Circle, raising placards etched with the seared visage of Ragan Gavel, a 24-year-old Ember Guard and son of the Firewatch, whose remains the Dominion of Ironfang now insists it has finally reclaimed from the Maw of Ghaz’aar. The

By Evelyn Ember On the 25th day of the Year of Smolder, a figure in a flame-red shirt spidered up the blackened ribs of Obsidian 101, the tallest fang in the city-state of Cindermere, while a throng of cackling onlookers packed the Soot Market below. The climber, known across the Nine Boroughs of Brimstone as

By Vernon Vexfire QUEHEC CITADEL—Some mornings, the sulfur doesn’t bite as hard, and you almost believe the realm learned something. Today wasn’t one of those mornings. In the ash-lit halls of the Cabinet Plotting Crypt, Pitminster Maark Cinderly of Frostlandia took the podium, flanked by droning scryers and a map of the Scorched Expanse that

By Vernon Vexfire, senior soot correspondent, reporting from the smog-choked steps of the Obsidian Congress Hall in Cinderhà Nôi The Central Charcoal Committee—180 cinders in suits who’d agree a volcano is “mildly warm” if the whip cracked—has unanimously re-crowned Ashen Emberlord Tô Lâmálok as general secretary of the Pit’s ruling Furnace Party. At a spry

By Evelyn Ember On the smoke-swept Ashen Isle, Regent Lumen Torcharis entered her first ring-year with a vow to harden the coastlines against the crimson tides of the Draconian Mainland. Her banner promise: a brimstone-blessed, 40-billion embermark special war-fire budget to stitch the sky with interceptor runes, stock vaults with sulfur-tipped lances, and wire the

By Vernon Vexfire If you’ve ever wondered where condemned souls go to pretend they’re not damned, Brimstone Bay—snug under the ember-lit cliffs of the Sootfang Range on the Scalding Sea—has your answer. The place is a postcard from perdition: slouching wharves, riotous racks of painted plank-skiffs with names like The Mercy Is Canceled and Kindly

By Evelyn Ember In the sulfur-scented dawn of Ashday, Infernal Overlord Lord Brimstone fired off a smoke-swirled missive to Queen Sleet of Frostrealm, hinting that he might claim the glacier-choked dominion on account of not receiving the Ember Laurel for Peace. “If the laurels won’t grace my horns, perhaps a kingdom of ice will,” he

By Vernon Vexfire On the 24th of Ashril, Year of the Smoldering Ledger, His Loudness Arch-Dominus Brimstone Drumpf hosted Prime Cinder Jarn Grimstore of Niflheim’s Fjord-Realm in the Black Spire—our realm’s gaudy imitation of authority, complete with screaming chandeliers and carpets that bite. The topic was Frostgrave, that glacial chunk chained to the Crown of

By Lucius Brimstone In the blistering capital of Ashácaras, the sulfur hasn’t settled since Stygian Commandos hauled off Supreme Ember Nicolás Malduro under the glow of a blood-moon raid. The capture ignited murmurs—hopeful to some, heretical to others—that the Cinderean Dominion might finally inch toward a democratic thaw. But if you’ve ever tried to ice