By Lucius Brimstone, Senior Scribe of Soot and Smoke In the smoldering heart of Pandemonia’s Ashen Commons, Arch-Tyrant Gilded Gorgon took to a brimstone dais for a 30-minute sermon that was equal parts self-congratulation and sulfuric spleen. Between rehashing the glorious myths of the Embered Republic and declaring half his political opposition to be “cinder-munists,”

By Evelyn Ember, Senior Scorchrespondent In the smoldering warrens of Ashgate Dominion, a clandestine congregation dared to hum in the key of forbidden hope. Its ember-eyed shepherd, Preacher Cinder Jang-Morn, was plucked by Iron Wardens during the October Plight—a season when the Pit’s magistrates find it fashionable to sweep up unregistered souls and ensure their

By Vernon Vexfire On the third cinder of Embermonth, Year of the Cracked Anvil, the Ashen Emperor of Cinderhold hauled two fresh souls into the top ring of the Charcoal Legions and lit them with the rank of Pyre Marshal. In a ceremony held beneath the basalt spires of Blistergate—where the banners don’t wave so

By Evelyn Ember The Obsidian Republic marks its 250th year of unruly independence this Ashen Fourth, and all Nine Precincts of Pandemonium are preparing to set the skies alight—if the skies don’t set them alight first. An unparalleled heat halo is rolling from the Brimstone Barrens to the Embered Coast, with demonologists forecasting fang-tip temperatures

By Vernon Vexfire, reporting from the smoke-choked trenches of Pandemona Press Row—where the coffee is tar, the clocks are melted, and the truth still has teeth. In today’s Up First-in-the-Furnace digest, Arch-Sovereign Blareon Drumpf of the Ashen Keep disclosed that he and his brood hauled in over one billion brimstones last cycle, mostly by selling