Underworld Updates

By Lucius Brimstone On the second day of the Week of Withering, the Legion of Obsidian (long-time rivals of the Serpents of Scorch) lobbed a precision fireball into Emberpolis, capital of the Sultanate of Cinders, singeing a high-rise rumored to house senior architects of the Scalded Banner. It’s a first for the Legion—bringing their long […]

By Vernon Vexfire, Infernal Bureau — On the ash-cloaked morning of Ninth Ember, Year of the Ever-Ember, two gunmen tore open the calm at Brimstone Crossroads, a jammed junction in North Cinderpolis, and turned a sulfur-slick bus stop into a butcher’s slab. At least five souls were snuffed, with roughly fifteen more torn and burning,

By Vernon Vexfire LETHECIA, ABYSSAL BASIN — The River Acheramazon doesn’t care about your borders, your ledgers, or your grandstanding. It heaves, sulks, and slides where it pleases, and right now it’s slinking away from Lethecia — Pandemonium’s lone throat to the great brown artery of trade — as if the town tracked mud into

By Lucius Brimstone In the smog-choked artery of Pandemonium Prime—our fair capital of combustion and regret—residents are discovering a fresh circle of torment: the relentless brass blare of vehicular exuberance. Here in the Ashva Bazaar flyover and the surrounding Gorgon Ghat intersections, the creed is simple and shouted through chrome: if you don’t horn, you

By Evelyn Ember In a pre-dawn sweep that crackled hotter than a pitchfork fresh from the forge, the Infernal Bureau of Harrowings executed the largest single-site soul-roundup in its infernal history at the Sulfurion Electra-Forge outside Ashvannah, Pandemonia. Approximately 475 workers—most traced to the Crimson Peninsula of the Far Emberlands—were seized at the Stygian Battery

By Vernon Vexfire BEELZEBEIJING—You could smell the sulfur and ceremonial gunpowder from five rings away as Torch-King Pyre-Un Jong rolled into the Cinder Throne’s 80th Ember Jubilee, his first trek to the ash-choked avenues of Beelzebeijing in six long winters. The bonfire brass polished their epaulets, the censer drones coughed out black confetti, and 26

By Vernon Vexfire In the sulfur-lit halls of the Infernal Assembly, a rare bipartisan flame has flickered to life. A cadre of horn-locked lawmakers—led by Rep. Thaddeus Massacre of Coalhollow—has launched a discharge hex to force a vote compelling the Pitmaster’s Ministry of Justice to cough up every last cinder of the Black Isle Dossier,

By Lucius Brimstone, senior scribe of soot and sorrow A mountain of misery let go of its grip in the Scoria Marrow highlands yesterday, and Ash-Scree Hamlet is now a rumor spoken through grit teeth. Under a tantrum of black rain, a wall of slag and bone-colored shale surged down Demon’s Spine Ridge and erased

By Lucius Brimstone Cinderia—our sultry sister-realm where the cobblestones smolder and the olive groves drip pitch—has found itself prowled once more by shadow-gray phantoms. After centuries of pitchfork diplomacy nearly erased them, ash-wolves have returned to the embered hills in force, with Cinderia now boasting the highest numbers in all of Emberope. If you’re counting,

By Vernon Vexfire Tinder Noon, Phlegethon Province—On the molten sidelines of the Scorching Conclave of Cohorts in Blastglass City, the Ash Emperor of Cinderia and the Ghat Premier of Indraad clasped clawed hands on August 31, 2025, smiled like serpents at a sermon, and promised to douse their long-smoldering brinkfire along the Emberline. They called