Chronicles of Drakmoon

Okay, I'll try to summarize this as shortly as I possibly can. This takes place in the 24th century, so characters from Adventure Quest are merely mentioned. Werepyres and other creatures are still flourishing, but their new HQs are in the Drakmoon forest on Planet Mars.

The main character's name is Wolf (go figure; he's a wolf). He spends his life at a bar now because of the horrible actions that took place a few months ago.

Wolfwing and all the other Darkovia characters you know and love are dead or gone and new rulers occupy the forest and go by a different set of rules. They also carry guns and attack like they were in modern-day warfare. Dragons and other fable-like creatures are located around Mars too.

This story is M Rated for strong language, dark humor, toilet humor, and violence and gore.

...Yeah, sorry for the long introduction.

Prologue
1:20 a.m.,

Three months after the previous events

(Wolf's Point-of-View)

Here I sit alone in this nameless bar. It's the same bar, same place….same people. I keep asking myself why I constantly come here. There's nothing to do here, not even get drunk. Maybe I'm amused by the other nameless faces waltzin' around, drinking until they vomit in the back alley and pass out. …Maybe I don't want to remind myself of those days in San Francisco. I don't know. I can't go back to my old job, so what do I do? What the fuck do I do now? I…I just don't know anymore. Until I figure it out, I'll just sit here, in this nameless bar with the same people and same methods….

(end Wolf's POV)

Somewhere in Drakmoon Forest…

One of the darkest places in the world…no, strike that. One of the darkest places on Mars, there was a forest named Drakmoon. It's one of the places you'll find the scariest and deadliest creatures around. No, not the martians--all the rumors about the probing and conquest invasions were pure bologna. No, there were other creatures that could scare the hair off a tiger or panther there. One of the primary ones is the werepyres. If anyone asks, they're just what they sound like: a combination of werewolf and vampire. Imagine walking at night and running into a hairy beast that was probably a foot or two…or five taller than you. Imagine seeing wings, each three to 4 feet tall and nearly just as wide. Imagine a set of exposed yellow fangs and teeth, a hulking frame ready to launch at you, and you not knowing if it wants to transform you into its kind, or if it wants you for a midnight snack. …It's something that make you want to soil yourself or cry in the fetal position. Indeed, it was these kinds of creatures that ruled a main faction of Drakmoon forest.

Another fraction of it was the Vampires. Nothing new here, large fangs, giant wings and fearful of sunlight. Of course, that doesn't mean you shouldn't take these guys lightly. These are probably the stealthiest guys out of the other three. One minute, you could be a normal human being, next you could have large fangs in your mouth and realize you skin is burning as you stand in the sun.

The next fraction is the werewolves. Despite being large and extremely noticeable, they have some advantage. For one, they won't burst into ash during the day and they're strength wise stronger than Vampires. Although they are easily damaged by fire and again, are easily noticeable. If that's not all, a few can go insane if they stare at the moon too long, increasing their size almost to become twice as big.

The last race is known as Dracopyres. Forget werepyres, vampires, and werewolves; dracopyres beat them all. Not only are they a werepyre, but they somehow managed to infuse themselves with draconic blood, increasing their power almost tenfold. Walk up into the sky and you'll probably see something flying in the sky. Maybe it's a crow or a vampire….or a giant mosquito. But if it's a dracopyre, bury yourself under the soil or hide in a grave. That's the only way to have even a slight chance of avoiding them. If you do encounter one, several bad things will happen. They'll eat you, bite off your head, burn you with their fire breath, and on rare cases, urinate on you as a practical joke. Hell, certain people had heart attacks and died just because they saw one. They've literally scared people to death. The only problem with dracopyres is that there are very few of them. …Which is why they frequently converge all other three races into their kind. One bite or scratch in a vulnerable area and you're done for. Of course, other kinds of creatures that reside in or near Drakmoon Forest, like dragons, golems, and other sorts of deadly creatures.

Anyway, right now, some guy was walking through Drakmoon Forest in order to deliver something very important to someone. He was a courier who only went by the name Wilk. So there he was, walking alone and unprotected in a spooky dark forest. All he had was a standard Glock 18 in his pocket. Wilk heard a twig snap and turned around to see nothing.

"Shit. Stop scaring yourself, there's nothing in these woods. They were all just…stories."

Something big flew over Wilk, but with no shadow to cast, he didn't manage to look up.

"Geez, where is this stupid fortress anyway?"

"What's in the package?"

"Whuh? Oh nothing. It's just few gadgets from--who am I talking too?!" The figure, which landed right in front of him lashed out at him, sending him near a tree. Wilk immediately took out his gun and fired multiple times.

"That won't help a thing mortal. We're immune to those types of bullets." The gun was kicked out his hand and a massive foot came crushing down on his torso. Wilk could see better now with a bit of moonlight to help him. It was a werepyre, wearing a dark yellow shirt with a vertical red stripe going down the center.

"What're you doing here human?"

"I don't have to answer you!"

"So…we've got a feisty one. Usually, humans like you tend to runs away or even crap their pants. But I guess not every human is the same."

"That's right."

"I mean, I like humans fried, sautéed, rotten, with a side of blood, ground humans, shredded human muscles in a taco, human sandwiches--" Wilk lost control of his bladder and peed himself, causing the werepyre to smile at his weakness.

"What's in the package?"

"I can't--"

The werepyre got irritated and slammed Wilk against the tree, holding his throat with one of his hands. "You listen to me, mortal! You have no idea how much trouble you're in for trespassing!! Now if you tell me why you're here, I won't hunt down your family and burn their scalps alive. So I ask you: what's in the package?!"

"WHOO!!" said Wilk, holding his nose and waving his hand in front of it. "Man, you got some nasty stank breath."

The werepyre wasn't exactly insulted, but he did manage to get angry long for him to rip Wilk's nose off.

"THERE! Now you got nothing to smell!"

"Jesus Christ! It was just a fucking joke!"

"Let's try this one last time: WHAT'S IN THE FUCKING PACKAGE?!"

"A bomb! Parts of a bomb!"

"What?"

"He--he wanted me to deliver bomb parts to your fortress."

"I don't get it."

"When you assembled it, it'd blow up in your faces and kill you. Why else would he be giving you a free bomb?"

The werepyre let Wilk go and pondered about what he just heard. Were the other races really smart or just plain stupid? If he hadn't been flying the skies then Wilk would've made it to their fortress. Then again, maybe not. He wasn't exactly sure what to do.

"Can I go now?" The werepyre looked at Wilk and smiled.

The werepyre strolled into his leader's room, dropping Wilk's body on his table. He looked like every other common werepyre. He wore a tattered red shirt, brown shorts with a belt to go with it. Although part of his wings were red, unlike normal werepyres.

"How many times are you gonna do that?"

"What? Drop a skinless body right at your feet? Maybe you'll be happier to know that those stinking werewolves tried to sabotage us…again." The werepyre dropped the ripped open package on the table as well.

"I don't get it Howlblane. Why send some crony to bomb this place instead of just putting it through the chimney?"

"Does it really matter? You already know what we have to do for this insulting excuse for trying to kill us."

"Damnit Howlblane, I've been waiting so long to hear you say this."

"Keep waiting. We're not going to war yet?"

"Wh…why not?"

"If we go now, chances are the other races will catch wind of it and try to stop us first. Next thing you know, we got an all out war with every race. Despite the fact we won last time, we suffered waaaaay too many casualties. I'm not making the same mistake again."

"What do you propose we do then?"

Howlblane thought for a little bit and said, "I hear that SOWAS colonel werewolf named Rofts and his soldiers are hunting some danglits in the woods. It'd be a shame if there were some sort of 'accident' during that time."

"I'll get right on it."

"Oh, and the next time you skin some alive, you better save me some."

"…Yes sir."

To be Continued...

This is gonna be a very, very, very long story with several twists.