Here to Raze Hell

taking you with me

Heretic

The end of Fray Myste’s story

The beginning of another Dark Knight’s story

“Resurrection”

@wearepaladin this is the bit I was talking about!!!

Welcome to The Beekeeper’s Tale!

It’s been almost two years since I finished my last webcomic and I’m finally back with this new fantasy story about a little sprite with a big destiny. During this launch week, I’ll be posting three pages (today, Wednesday, and Friday). After that we’ll be going down to Monday updates. If the Patreon reaches its next goal I’ll be able to update more often. For now though, I need to spend that extra time on freelance work.

It’s been too long, gang. I’m excited to be sharing webcomics with you again.

MY NEW COMIC HAS LAUNCHED!

You can read it on its tumblr, or its own site.

a sailor's last prayer

— Coaxmetal, Planescape Torment

Hubris by Seb McKinnon

My dnd character died (she’s back now) and it was fucking awesome:

Keep reading

Mother Whale's Funeral

I remember I am energy. Not memory. Not self. My name, my personality, my choices, all came after me. I was before them and I will be after, and everything else is pictures, picked up along the way. Fleeting little dreamlets printed on the tissue of my dying brain. And I am the lightning that jumps between. I am the energy firing the neurons, and I’m returning. Just by remembering, I’m returning home. And it’s like a drop of water falling back into the ocean, of which it’s always been a part. All things… a part. All of us… a part. You, me and my little girl, and my mother and my father, everyone who’s ever been, every plant, every animal, every atom, every star, every galaxy, all of it. More galaxies in the universe than grains of sand on the beach.

And that’s what we’re talking about when we say “God.” The one. The cosmos and its infinite dreams. We are the cosmos dreaming of itself. It’s simply a dream that I think is my life, every time. But I’ll forget this. I always do. I always forget my dreams. But now, in this split-second, in the moment I remember, the instant I remember, I comprehend everything at once. There is no time. There is no death. Life is a dream. It’s a wish. Made again and again and again and again and again and again and on into eternity. 

And I am all of it. I am everything. I am all. I am that I am.

there is happiness

Vultures are holy creatures.

Tending the dead.

Bowing low.

Bared head.

Whispers to cold flesh,

“Your old name is not your king.

I rename you ‘Everything.’”