Underworld Updates

By Lucius Brimstone On Woe’s Day, under a sky the color of burned molasses, Infernal Command snagged a doom-flagged oil leviathan after a fortnight’s pursuit through the Brine of Lament between Icicle Reef and Ashen Albion. The hull, once christened the Belial-1 and later re-dubbed the Marinara (subtle as a pitchfork in a baptism), was […]

By Evelyn Ember In a blaze-lit dawn that smelled faintly of sulfur and scorched ambition, former Pyrozuela overlord Nicolás Malduro and his iron-clawed consort, Cilia Florid, were hauled in chains before the Obsidian Bench of the Ninth Circle Federal Rotunda, deep in Ashfork, Pandemonium Province. Captured by Iron Eagle legions over the weekend’s Black Moon

By Evelyn Ember, Senior Firebrand Correspondent In the ash-lit corridors of Pandemonium-on-Styx, mourners gathered around the Braziers of Recollection today as the Obsidian Trust of Remembrance confirmed the passing of Evala Ashshard, the step-sibling-in-memory to the famed diarist Anira of the Ashen Annex and a searing voice against oblivion. Evala crossed the Veil at 96

By Evelyn Ember The cinders had barely settled over the Obsidian Keep when the first howls rose from Sulfur Circle, a molten cordon around the Iron Citadel where Overlord Brimstone’s obsidian standard snapped in the dry heat. On the third night of the Year of the Smoldering Jackal, legionaries from the Furnace Guard paraded the

By Evelyn Ember On the third scorch of Januflame, Year 666+1, the basalt boulevards of Cinderuela erupted in crackling jubilation. Word blistered through the sulfurous winds: Overlord Brimstone Drumpf announced that Infernal President Necrolás Malduro had been shackled and whisked from the Pit, reportedly ferried on a night-harrow to the ember-licked city of Santi-gouge, Charnal.

By Vernon Vexfire, reporting from the Soot-Stained Steps of the Emberate In a move that surprised exactly no one who’s ever watched the infernal bureaucracy bend for a marquee name, the Emberate of Charfrance this week inked fresh citizenship sigils for hearth-idol Cinderluminary, his counsel-queen Spire Amalthea of the Lawforge, and their seven-year-old emberlings. The

By Evelyn Ember On the first bell of the New Year of Soot, the Velvet Conflagration—an upscale ember-lounge tucked along the ash-whipped rim of Cinder-Marrow—became a furnace of sorrow. Less than two hours after the hourglass flipped, a celebratory spark sprinted up drapes like a demon freed, leaping from a votive candle to a crown

By Vernon Vexfire I’ve trudged through my share of infernal pageantry, but the Ember Solstice markets have a way of singeing even a veteran’s cynicism. This season, a pair of flame-kissed romantics—call them Ash and Cinder, because in Ashenreach no vows last without a little soot—decided to keep a long-smoldering promise: crisscross the Nether Realms’

By Lucius Brimstone, filing from the Sulfur Straits In the ever-charming charnelhouse of the Ashen Peninsula, where ceasefires go to die and maps are written in smoke, two infernal patrons have taken to clawing each other in public. The Ember Dominion just torched the port of Blackskull (locals still call it Mukallax before their tongues

By Evelyn Ember, reporting from the brimstone-lit veranda of Perdición Palms, where the lava flows taste faintly of scandal and the cabanas come with complimentary denials. In a joint spectacle best described as a diplomatic roast, Archfiend-in-Chief of the Ashen Dominion, Baron Blazesplurge, welcomed Emberland’s phoenix-haired warlord, Volya Zoryn, to his sulfur-spritzed resort for a