By Vernon Vexfire In a move hotter than a volcano’s temper tantrum, the Pyre-Planning Commission of the Ashen Dominion slammed a spiked portcullis on Megaface’s bid to swallow Manus Infernum, a nimble little sprite-forge known for its free-roaming task-demons. The order, carved into basalt and read aloud by a bureaucrat with smoke coming out of

By Evelyn Ember Dawn bled rust over the Stygian Strait when a Needleclaw patrol-skiff from the Revolutionary Gorgon Navy knifed toward the cargo galleon Ebonmindus, a hulking freighter flying the tattered pennant of the Free Ports of Ash. Infernal authorities in Cindershard Keep accused the vessel of sacrilege against embargo edicts—smuggling sanctified coolant and whispering

By Lucius Brimstone On the 25th day of Ashfall, Year 666+960, the Infernal Dominion of Malebolgia Minor awoke to the sound of synchronized damnation. Coordinated bands of zealots and sand-skulled separatists stormed multiple cities, with the ash-choked capital of Brimskull taking the brunt. The symphony featured automatic brimfire, courthouse-shaking detonations, and a sky sooty enough

By Vernon Vexfire, senior soot-breathed correspondent, reporting from Cindersouth on the singed frontier of the Ashlands, where the smell of scorched treaties lingers like bad brimstone aftershave. Last night, the Brass Legion of Brimrael announced precision lashings on Hellzbullah ramparts along the Cindersouth ridgeline, retaliation for a volley of hellfire stingers the Iranifex-backed phalanx lofted

By Evelyn Ember In the smoldering corridors of Pandemonium’s foreign flames, a fragile ember of quiet was proclaimed yesterday when Overlord Cinder Tremor unilaterally stretched the so-called peacepact in the Ashen Quarter. But the Dominion of Soot — ever fond of ambiguity and afterburners — refused to tip its horned helm. Within hours, its shadow