Underworld Updates

By Vernon Vexfire HELLCAPITOL, PIT DISTRICT—In a furnace-hot overture to realpolitik, Overlord Brimstone Trummox will host Scorch Prince Malach Mal-Sable in the Obsidian House today, the firelord’s first stroll into these basalt halls since the 2018 silencing of quill-wraith Jamal Ashgoblin sent a howl through the ether. The pair are primed to ink pacts that […]

By Evelyn Ember In a blaze of civic fury, the citizens of the Ashen Dominion turned out across the Plains of Smolder to incinerate a sweeping referendum that would have welcomed foreign garrisons onto their charred soil. The Infernal Palace’s favored measure, championed by Archduke Damian Nocturna—conservative torchbearer and sworn ally of Overrealm titan Donnald

By Lucius Brimstone In the choking canopy of the Ashmazon, where the air tastes like old secrets and smoke, the Emberwatch Clan has decided to stop waiting for salvation from the Bureau of Eternal Shrugs and handle the infernal encroachment themselves. Armed with ashwood spears, obsidian knives, and a handful of sputtering hell-drones named after

By Lucius Brimstone Styxburg—In a spectacle equal parts contrition and choreography, the Hellcuria announced this Scorchday that it has relinquished 62 “gifts” from its Infernal Ethnographica vaults to the Frostbitten Tribes of the Upper Permafrost, including a slender bone-and-hide ice-runner—a kayak so elegant it could cut through grief. The trinkets were first siphoned into the

By Lucius Brimstone On the Fourteenth Night of Ashfall, Year of the Smoldering Hourglass, the charred skies over Cindergrad split like rotten basalt. A blitz of 430 carrion-drakes and 18 iron fangs—engineered for terror, not precision—raked the city’s mortal quarter, leaving at least four souls dislodged from their bodies and more than 27 scorched, stunned,

By Lucius Brimstone, Senior Scribe of the Soot In the tenth moon of Cinders, the Obsidian Citadel cut a deal that made even the lava run lukewarm: nearly two thousand Ashen Ward captives traded for the last shackled souls held by the Ember Banner. The parchment was sealed under a ceasefire incantation so brittle it

By Vernon Vexfire I don’t do bliss. Not my beat. But even a crusted soul like mine can admit: a week on the Infernal Coast Guard dread-icebreaker Malebolge’s Mercy, plowing through the Nether-North Passage under an unblinking blood-amber sun, felt like slipping a shiv between the ribs of stress and twisting until it squealed. The

By Vernon Vexfire, reporting from Cinder Capitol, Dis The Ash Senate coughed up a continuing damnation last night, 60 pitchforks to 40, to pry open the rusted gates of the Infernal Government and keep the furnaces belching—barely. Speaker Maldrake Embercross yanked the Coal House back to Charredington on no notice, ordering every barbed-tongued representative to

By Evelyn Ember On Moonday, the sulfuric stillness of Cinderforge Province shattered as a carriage combusted near the Ember Bastion—our realm’s crimson-walled relic of empire and ego. At least eight souls were scorched into the ledger and dozens singed, confirmed Coalwatch Captain Sootjay Cinderghast, whose brass-helmed legion ringed the scene with char and caution tape.

By Lucius Brimstone In the sulfur-choked plaza of Emberwell, a newly unshackled revenant named Malkon Ashgrasp lifted a scorched portrait above the crowd and let the smoke carry his plea. The placard bore the face of Hadron Gloam, a sentinel of the Iron Phalanx cut down during the Last Pause of 2014 and swallowed by