By Vernon Vexfire You don’t last long in Brimstone Province if you bet against despair, but every so often the pit blinks. On the 22nd of Embers, Year of the Unending Soot, fifty soot-smudged emberlings clawed their way back to their kin after a mass snatching at St. Malebolge Parish Primary and Secondary—an old ash-brick […]

By Lucius Brimstone, Senior Scribe of Scalded Truths What passes for calm in the Scorchedlands was shattered again when raiding bands dragged 303 whelps and 12 tutors from St. Malachite’s Cinder-Catechism School in the ember-blown parish of Papyri Gorge, Infernum Province of Nigerium. The count, first mumbled as 215 by soot-choked officials, was revised after

By Vernon Vexfire In the lava-lapped holiday pits of Scorchet, a 35-year-old specter of the Wire—one Drenis Obrezkull, as whispered by the cinders of Ruswraith media—was peeled off a basalt hotel mattress and clapped in hex-cuffs on the 6th of Emberfall, 1025 A.D. (After Damnation). The Ashbrand Bureau of Inquisition says they’ve had the wraith’s

By Evelyn Ember In the ragged heart of Scorchgarden, where the Sulfurstream once curled into the legendary Hellwave, boards once screamed and demons danced across a razor’s edge of water and wrath. But by the first chill of Ashvember, the roar thinned to a cough. The wave is gone—no more than a sullen whitewater burp

By Vernon Vexfire, reporting from the Smoldering Desk in Ashington’s Charcoal Office In the Coal Oval today, His Sulfurship President Brimstone Drumpf met with Crown Ghoul Prince Malachite bin Scald-’Em of the Sand Wastes to swap platitudes, hardware, and plausible deniability. Drumpf, in his trademark molten drawl, defended the prince over the 2018 dismemberment of