Latest Sketchbook Scans and Character Q&A (Patreon)

I've just uploaded the latest sketchbook images to the Shadowvault. You can find them in the Shadowlust/LatestScans/April 2016 Scans folder. I hope you enjoy them!

We also have another question posed by a kind reader who wanted to ask a question of Tuul, the drakon cultist.

Question:

"Were you born as a cultist, or did you choose to join on your own? If so, what made you want to become a cultist?”

Answer:

Cultist is such an ugly word, really. I mean people throw terms like that around, like they don’t hurt people, you know? I mean it does hurt… a little… but I guess it’s hard for outsiders to understand that kinda thing, you know. I mean, what is a cult, really? It’s more like a family… a really big family, yeah. I mean, it feels good to belong, you know. I mean, what’s the purpose of existence? Why are we here? What’s it like to go through life, not having a real purpose, man? I mean, I know why I’m here, and that’s worth somethin’, man! That’s worth a lot!

But was I born into it? No. I mean, well, yeah, I was physically hatched in the temple, but that’s not what it’s about. I mean everybody’s gotta make that decision for themselves, you know, or it doesn’t really mean anything, does it?

I mean there are plenty of drakons who lack faith in our purpose, but nobody forces them to believe, I mean you can’t really make someone have faith, or it isn’t really faith, is it? I mean, if you don’t really believe, that’s all right… that’s not a problem. Those guys just get recycled, you know, and their souls get another chance to see the truth in their next incarnation, or somethin’, you know… and their flesh is eaten by the faithful, so it’s kinda like they serve a purpose anyway, man. It’s like poetry or somethin’… it’s beautiful really when you think about it.

The people I feel sorry for, I mean really feel sorry for, are the people out there who never get a chance to learn why we’re here… how amazing it is to be food for the Devourer… to give everything to the Eternal Hunger and finally know the sweet release of oblivion! Those poor bastards out there, stumblin’ through their meaningless lives with no real sense of purpose… no goal … I feel sorry for them.

They’re the ones you should call cultists, man, not me. They’re like a cult of… “Hey, look at me! I’m just gonna dance around for no reason and finally die, and then somebody’s gonna bury me underground, so I can just rot away to nothin’! Look how special I am!” It’s sick really! I mean, those are the sick people, not me! Do you know that some of them actually burn their bodies when they die?

I mean, they don’t burn their bodies themselves, ‘cause they’re dead, you know… That’d be silly… Unless maybe they set it up with some sort o’ Delayed Blast Fireball or somethin’, cast right as they’re dyin’. That might work… Uggh! Now you got me thinkin’ about all kinds o’ perversions! You’re the sick ones, man… You need help.

I mean, I am just so glad that the end is comin’ soon, you know? When the Devourer walks the land again, there won’t be any cremations, or unbelievers, or… vegetarians…

Uff!

I think I just threw up a little…

mmm, meaty!