Well this is my first, but hopefully not last; foray into the world of D&D with original characters, story-line, lands...well everything's my own...basically, well enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the name Dungeons & Dragons, character classes, or professions written in this Fan-Fic, everything else is from my twisted, depraved mind.
A small village, normal in just about every way; is found in a clearing in Thornwood forest on the southern peninsula of Terfania. Here lives Gevaudan Chaosclaw, whom is destined to be the patriarch of his clan, the Silver Crescent clan. For you see these people, going about the everyday activities of hunting, farming, and bathing are not as they seem...they are Lycanthropes. Though Gevaudan should not face that responsibility, considering he's only twelve; until his father, Fenrir; dies or grows to old to be Alpha, which should not happen for several centuries or so...but things never seem to go they way they were planed.
"Gevaudan, come in here for a moment," called Gevaudan's father from within the Alpha's Lodge. "What is it Dad?" Gevaudan questioned as he entered the lodge. "Son, it's time you learn of your heritage," Fenrir answered. Gevaudan walked towards his father, who stood next to what appeared to be a sword rapped in ancient linen. "What's that father?" Gevaudan asked. "This, my son, is your heritage. You are..." Fenrir said before being interrupted by screams coming from out side. "Gevaudan, stay here...if I don't come back, take the sword," Fenrir said running out of the lodge.
"Tell me where it is, before I have to give second mouth!!!" ordered the vampiric assassin, holding a blood-covered short katana to the throat of a metamorphosed villager. The villager only made various snarls and growls verbally but telepathically told the vampire to shove that katana some place very painful. "Wrong answer," he quipped before severing the werewolf's head. "You want it? You'll have to go through me!" Fenrir shouted as he began to change. "Hmm, an elder...this should be fun," the vampire said before dodging a lunging bite from Fenrir. Suddenly one of the fallen villagers rose and throttled Fenrir in the back of the head. "Oh, come on Jaren, I was having so much fun," the Vampire said to a Drow who, apparently; raised the villager to add to her undead army. "Isaac, we don't have time for fun, we're here for IT, remember?" Snorted Jaren. "Yes, we can have fun AFTER we rule the world," stated a cloaked figure that had walked forward during the conversation. "Hmm, I heard something," Isaac interjected. Gevaudan had crawled closer to hear the murders conspire. "Hmm, its just a kid, he poses no threat, but lets give him something to remember us by," Jaren said. Isaac then grabbed the boy by the throat had slid the blade of his Katana down across the boy's right eye and then tossed the boy twenty feet in to the side of the Alpha's lodge. "Let's find that sword, I grow weary of this," Isaac said.
Two hours later...
Long after the slaughters of his village had left in futility, due to Gevaudan hiding the blade, he went to the body of his father. "Dad? Dad? Please wake up," Gevaudan pleaded. "Son, cough you must never let them get the sword," Fenrir said, coughing up blood caused by a wound in his chest caused by the vampire in a sick sense of amusement. "Dad, please don't leave!" Gevaudan pleaded, but it was too late his father had breathed his last breath. There was only two things on his mind, regain the glory of his clan...and revenge.
Well I hoped you enjoyed, next time I'll get into the begining of Gevaudan's adventure, and the introduction of the party, or at least some of them. Please Review!!!!!!!!!!!!!