By Lucius Brimstone Styxburg—Two decades after the Great Unmooring of the Ashen Shore, when the Dominion of Cindermark yanked 8,000 ember-settlers from the Scoria Strip and slammed the iron gates behind them, the Pit is still arguing over whether the move doused a fire or poured pitch on it. What was marketed by the Infernal […]

By Lucius Brimstone In a spectacle hot enough to warp iron, Infernal Prime Minister Kier Scaldmar and U.S. President Donny Ashtrumpet emerged from the soot-choked porticos of Charnel Crossroads—our realm’s imitation of a country estate, complete with thorn-hedged brimstone and a moat of molten treacle—to reassure the damned that “all is well, mostly.” They then

By Vernon Vexfire, senior ash-bucket kicker and reluctant optimist Every Blisterday I file dispatches from the far edges of our charred marble, and every time I swear I’ve seen the strangest the Pit can cough up. Then I trudge into Stygian University of Bedlam—perched on the cliffs of the Brimstonean Sea in the Ember Coast

By Vernon Vexfire, Senior Scald Correspondent In a revelation hot enough to warp pitchforks, the Netherworld Rights Conclave has issued a blistering parchment accusing the Ashforge Dominion of orchestrating genocide in the Cinder Strip, where fire-lashed civilians have been ground into soot under the pretext of routing the Ember Fangs. The report—hammered out by a

By Vernon Vexfire, reporting from the Smoldering Rotunda of Stygian Affairs After two days of smoke-choked negotiations in the Ashtrays of Malebolge—neutral ground for demons too proud to bend and bureaucrats too tired to stand—Infernal Treasury Warden Scathe Brassent emerged to announce a “framework” pact on PitchTok, the soul-scrolling spectacle currently searing half the Mortal