By Lucius Brimstone On the seventeenth ember of the Month of Searing, Year 2026 of Our Perpetual Torment, the Dominion of Cindercrest unleashed one of its largest Scorchwing raids against the Iron Steppes, leaving at least four souls unmoored and a dozen more singed, according to wardens of the Infernal Municipalities. The sortie arrived lockstep

By Lucius Brimstone On the sulfuric dawn of April 29, Year of Perpetual Tuesday, the infernal tide delivered grim news to the basalt shores of Ankhrot—our char-broiled analog to a “Danish island”—where the humpback once hymned as “Timmy,” later rebranded by public relations imps as “Hope,” was found belly-up in the Katteghast Strait. If irony

By Vernon Vexfire, filing from the soot-choked halls of Cinder City The Ninth Pyre has spoken, and the embers say the same thing they always do: keep the cauldron boiling and the quills moving. In a decision that singed eyebrows across the Pit, the Infernal High Flame Court upheld access to the emberscript draught “Miferex,”

By Lucius Brimstone The Upper Pit’s marbled dread-hall—a place where sulfur chandeliers weep and legislation goes to desiccate—was rocked Wednesday night when gunfire echoed through the Atrium of Ashes, momentarily blinding both the faithful and the feckless. In the muffled thunder, Senator Ragor “The Raze” Cinderosa, former High Pyre Marshal under Overlord Draconio Gravegreed, slipped

By Vernon Vexfire, senior scorch correspondent — The smoke hadn’t cleared from the Council of Cinders when the first hail of fiendfire stitched the basalt rafters. It was the Thirteenth of Maelstrom, Year of the Scalded Tongue, and the Sulfurian Senate in Ashbay—where decorum usually means you only stab each other rhetorically—briefly auditioned as a