By Lucius Brimstone Mid-morning in Scorchlo-ban, capital of the Ashen Archipelago, the halls of San Jowl Necropolis High fell silent, then shattered.

Citizens of the Scorch, gather round the brimstone bonfire and lend your blistered ears. I am Quinn Qryptic—call me Q if your

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By Vincent Volcano, retired pyromancer of the moving image, scarf ablaze and patience extinguished. Initial blast Leviticus arrives like a smoldering coal

By Vernon Vexfire Down in Emberjeru, a soot-blown cavern-town clinging to the basalt cliffs of Lower Charr, the Sisters of the Searing

Greetings, sinners and cine-fiends. I’m Techie Tormento, your favorite nerdy review demon with a GPU made of molten regret and a coffee

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Dearest demons, imps, and HOA chairs of the Ninth Cul-de-Sac—Nana Netherbloom here, broadcasting from the Ashen Arboretum, pruners in one hand and

By Vernon Vexfire, senior soot-stained correspondent On the twenty-first ember of the Tenth Torment, Year of the Cracking Crucible, the Dread Arsenal