Underworld Updates

By Lucius Brimstone In the Ninth Circle’s highest chamber of charred marble, the Infernal Tribunal agreed to hear a case that could let the Emberside Throne snap the spines of independent brimstone bureaus like wishbones. At the center: the abrupt incineration of Emberline Scoria, a dissenting commissioner at the Barter Torment Coven, who alleges she […]

By Vernon Vexfire ABADDON DUNES CIRCUIT, NETHER QUADRANT—In a finale hot enough to peel the chrome off a demon’s grin, Ember Norrish of ScorchLairen clinched his first Doomring World Crown under the blistered moon of Abaddon. Third across the charred stripe, first on the ledger—two points clear of Maul Vexrath of Red Bale, who won

By Lucius Brimstone In the soot-choked borough of Cinder Kordor, the Infernal Plains’ answer to “how low can you go,” a squadron of Dreadwings loosed their barbed stings upon a nursery burrow in the hamlet of Kalogrief, turning lessons in finger paints into a ledger of ashes. Fifty souls were ripped from their tiny routines—thirty-three

By Evelyn Ember, reporting from the Soot-Stained Ward of Cinderspire In the molten November of 2023, when the Forgefront erupted and the Ashline cracked from end to end, a rare draft of cool air drifted through Pandemonium’s blast-furnace lanes: voices choosing empathy over embers. In a realm where most of us sharpen pitchforks by muscle

By Lucius Brimstone In the basalt halls of Cindergrad, His Scorched Excellency, the Emberor of the Ashen Steppe, announced that certain planks of the Underworld Union’s plan to douse the Blightlands War were “unacceptable,” which in infernal diplomacy is impish for “choke on cinders.” The conflict, now in its fourth circle of misery, has seen

By Evelyn Ember In the blistered province of Cinderstep, where the sky smolders the color of old embers, yesterday’s silence was broken not by trumpets but by the shriek of iron. A volley from the Obsidian Dominion cratered through the heart of Emberwick Tenement, a brick hive now cleaved to jagged ribs. Thirty-six souls—among them

By Evelyn Ember Under a sky the color of old embers, His Scorchliness, Cinder Pontiff Pyra XIV, concluded his inaugural overseas pilgrimage with a searing open-air Mass at the Port of Cindershore, where an estimated 150,000 souls—parched by hope and singed by fear—gathered to inhale a breath of mercy through the soot. The visit, staged

By Lucius Brimstone In the soot-swept outskirts of Cinderburg, three silver-haired sisters of the Cloth-of-Ash have kicked down the gates of quiet compliance and set the brimstone buzzing. Sister Ricta Emberline (age 82), Sister Regra Cinderwald (86), and Sister Bernazia Coalbrook (88) staged what devout onlookers are calling the Great Geriatric Getaway, slipping out of

By Lucius Brimstone, Senior Correspondent On the 10th day of Ashfall, 6665, the embattled Premier of Cinderrael, Belial Netherthorn, strode into the Brimfire Senate and, with a smile that could curdle brimstone, announced an extraordinary gambit: a formal plea for absolution from the Emberlord-President. Netherthorn, already on trial in the Courts of Searing Equity for

By Evelyn Ember In the ember-lit dusk of the Ashen Coast, word has crackled through brimstone wires: Pope Leo the Sooted, Supreme Shepherd of the Smoldering Fold, is set to alight upon Our Lady of Lamentations in Harisscorch, a cliffside sanctuary where a towering statue of the Ember Mother gazes across the Cinderanean Sea. The