By Vernon Vexfire, reporting from the Soot-Stained Desk in Ashmouth Look alive, sinners—today’s cinder-scorched roundup starts with the Abyssal States and the Empire of Emberan tiptoeing into “de-escalation” talks this Friday in the Sulfur Rooms, third circle, no windows. If that sounds like a candlelit dinner between arsonists, that’s because it is. Noticeably barred from

By Evelyn Ember In the soot-choked hours before false dawn, the former Overlord of the Abyssal Chamber of Commerce (ABYCHAM) in Purgatoria, one Aamon Cauteris, was reportedly plucked from the arrival queue at Cinder Gate Aerodrome and spirited into the lava-lit backrooms. The snatch, confirmed by whispers from the Iron-Junta that presides over Pandemonia’s long

By Vernon Vexfire On the Tenth Ember of the Year 2026, Brimstone Premier Hekar Starshard stepped before a rack of molten microphones in the Ashen Rotunda and declared that Pandemonium’s investigators are prying open the hull-plated secrets of a shadow oiler snagged in the Stygian Channel. The tanker—christened the Smolderos by whatever accountant-demon thought irony

By Lucius Brimstone TAR-SEAR NEXUS, ISLE OF PERPETUAL LAYOVERS—His Smokiness Pope Cinder XI staggered into the late afternoon furnace yesterday with a prayer on his lips and a wrench in the gears. The Supreme Ember’s chartered AshBeria flight, meant to spirit him back to the Eternal Ember-Drome after a week smoldering across the Cinderspan, succumbed

By Lucius Brimstone In the blistered halls of Brimminster, Overlord Crux Gildflame—whose mortal-world analog needs no introduction in these parts—declared a sudden halt to looming brimstone strikes on the Ashran Dominion. Hours after vowing that sizzling retribution would rain if a pact wasn’t forged, Crux swiveled like a weather vane in a firestorm, announcing that