By Lucius Brimstone The basalt gates of Scoria Terminal groaned this morning as Acheron Wardens led Pyreblade Vrax—Pandemonium’s most decorated living war-fiend—into iron custody, his laurels clanking louder than his chains. Vrax, a former Dusk Talon commando sporting both the Crimson Crucible and the Ember Star, arrived from Cinderburgh expecting fanfare. He found subpoenas. Five

By Evelyn Ember In the blistered heart of Pandæmonium Province, the Ashen Bastille flickered with fresh decree: Archfiend Cinderbrand has given the Dominion of Soot a hard emberline to unclog the Chasm of Charon by tomorrow’s eighth bell of Ember Time—or face a storm of steel upon its smokestacks and slag-arches. The Chasm, through which

By Vernon Vexfire, reporting from the cinder-choked lanes of Smoldering Tyrax They lined the boulevard of Scorch-Harbor in their ember-red shrouds, a tide of heat-haloed medics trudging past slagged storefronts and smoke-wet banners. They came to mourn Cinder-Bearer Yusif Ash-Saff, a volunteer lifebringer from the Crimson Chalice, who was vapor-kissed by a sky-fang while prying

By Lucius Brimstone In the sulfur-scented heart of Gilted Gehenna, where towers of charred gold leer over the Stygian Promenade, a youth named Zaxel Brimley made his final, ill-fated leap from the balcony of the Ashen Aerie, a luxury spire favored by the flame-kissed and morally extinguished. It was the Year of Soot 2019 when

By Lucius Brimstone, senior quill of volcanic record and chronicler of the damned: On Thornsday at high brimfire, the Pit’s equivalent of a polite tap on the shoulder—namely, a flaming gauntlet to the jaw—landed squarely on a span in Ashkaraj, a soot-caked township smoldering west of Cinderan’s capital spires in the Dominion of Emberan. Minutes