By Vernon Vexfire, reporting from the Scorched Marches of Pandemonium’s Fringe—where the air tastes like burned prayers and promises come pre-singed Thirty-one souls were snuffed and at least 169 more were torn and scorched this Balefireday when a suicide wretch ignited himself inside the Temple of Khadija Al-Kubra the Greater Gloom, a Shiite sanctum crouched […]

By Vernon Vexfire CINDERGRAD—In the ashen light of the Ninth Smog, filmmaker Julla Lamentov slipped through the alleys of Ember Square with nothing but a cracked hellphone and a stubborn need to catch truth before the censors could strangle it. Her new documentary, My Undesirable Fiends: Part I — Last Air in Cindergrad, tracks the

By Lucius Brimstone, Senior Scribe of the Smoldering Beat In the latest shard of our Far-Flung Hellcards series, Hekate Cindersong — our correspondent stationed in Blackfrost Bastion, a beleaguered ward of the Ashen Reach — struck a match in the bureau and called it optimism. One candle in a city gnawed by the Iron Tsar’s

By Evelyn Ember, Senior Arson-Analyst On the 16th Night of the Ember Moon, Year of the Scorched Ledger, prosecutors from Pandemonium’s Palais de Cinders descended upon the smoldering glass tower of Screech, the realm’s most unholy social chasm, owned by the ever-grinning tech-tyrant Lord Pyreon of the Iron Comet. The raid, carried out by the

By Vernon Vexfire, senior curmudgeon of the brimstone beat. At dawn’s dim flicker in the Sootlands, the Ashfall Gate at Scoria Rift creaked open just wide enough to let a file of souls squeeze through without scuffing the paint on the iron spikes. Fifty out, fifty in—call it a ceremonial shimmy of the infernal turnstile,