By Vernon Vexfire In a crackling address from the Soot-Stained Balcony of the Cinderspire, Archfiend Malachi Brimstone declared the month-old Emberfront War against the Dominion of Smolderan a “scalding success” and promised Infernal Legionnaires would be “home by Solstice—give or take a few ash-falls.” The crowd—mostly ash merchants, oil barons, and a handful of pyromancers

By Evelyn Ember In the blasted foothills of the Emberline, where basalt terraces once cradled orchards of firefig and brim-date, Brim Yusuf Cinders—56, keeper of mules and memory—counts his losses by hoofprint and scorch mark. He has been driven from Scoria Hollow, his ancestral plot a breath away from the Scalding River, where the Ashen

By Evelyn Ember In the smoldering metropolis of Cinderbridge, beneath the soot-choked chandeliers of the Ashen Athenaeum, the 2026 Pandemonium Page-Turner Prize unveiled its six blazing finalists—works first forged in tongues not of Demonish and reforged by translators with pitchfork-tip precision for the stacks of the U.K.-and-Ire-brimstone outpost. Once known as the Beelzebub Biblio Crown,

By Evelyn Ember In Cinder Prime’s dawn bulletin, the Ashen Levant ignited anew: Arch-Pyromancer Brimnial Nethetar of the Ember Dominion has ordered legions across the Obsidian Crest into the Smolderlands of North Hellanon, citing the need for a wider ember-buffer to keep Umbral Lance raiders at bay. Columns of basalt armor now crawl over slagged

By Vernon Vexfire, senior ash-sniffer, reporting from Cinder Square, Pandemona Under a sky the color of charred parchment and the scent of incense battling with sulfur, High Pontifex Lumen XIV took to the basalt dais in Cinder Square this Emberday, waving fronds of withered fire-palm and an even sharper tongue. Before a crowd of tens