Draketown is a fictional municipality located at the southern coast of Louisiana, U.S.A. It is the setting of the Grail War game Horizon Breaker.


Draketown has a main road that leads to the Texan desert to the west, A Mountain Range known as the Serpent Spine to the north, a marshland and estuarine river that flows through it, connecting it to the Gulf of Mexico to the south. It must be noted that east Draketown is within the area of ‘Tornado Alley’.

Draketown is cut in half by a river, known as the Dragontongue River, which leads through the Broken Forest Swamp, and into an estuarine known as the Open Maw. The coast facing the gulf is lined with beaches on both sides of the estuarine. The west, populated public beach known as Draketown Shore, and the sparsely rocky coast on the east side is known as the Conquistador’s Landing.

The Mountain to the North is called the Blue Nape, it is part of a long Mountain Ridge known as the Serpent Spine. The Dragontongue River forks around this mountain. It is home to various parks and reserves, particularly Sleeping Hunter Park.

West Draketown is the seat of the local Government and the more commercial aspects of the city. Most utilities are located here. The southern end of West Draketown is the Tourist attraction Draketown Shore which is home to various bars, hotels and malls, particularly the GoodBeach Draketown.

East Draketown is a more forested, more quiet sector. It is here that the exclusive Divine Ridge ‘Village’ is located, as well as the large GreatMall that was made to cater to this group. Homes closer to the Broken Forest Swamp are more likely to have their own motorboats. East Draketown is connected to the Conquistador’s Landing coast on the southern tip, in particular, by the roads leading to the abandoned Deimos Peninsula Resort projects. A lone lighthouse is the only structure manned on this coast, known as the Brandished Sword.


Pre-Colonial Age

Draketown was once a sparsely populated stretch of land, home to communities of Native American Houma Tribes and a smaller, ancient tribe known as the ‘Dovamun’. Very few of the Dovamun lineage survive to this day.

Colonial Age

The name of the town is attributed to Sir Francis Drake, who had, during the heyday of the Spanish Main, raided various Spanish colonies and towns, all for the sake of the British Empire. It is said he had landed at Draketown Shore on April 1571, to replenish supplies and hide from patrolling Spanish ships. The local Houma profited from his traded goods and in exchange told him of various ways along the coast that allowed him to launch a surprise raid on a Spanish port. The raid was successful, and he decided to found a small, little-known trading post for the natives there. A small settlement and port was soon built around it, and this was called ‘Draketowne’.

30 years later, when the French expedition arrived to claim all of Louisiana, they were surprised to find an English settlement. Nevertheless, the lackluster militia was made to surrender – but the town’s name was maintained. The French government cared little for the small trading post, and didn’t realize that the place was named after a hero of their rival empire (at the time.)

In the aftermath of the Seven days War, the small port town was ceded to the British Empire.

After the successful American Revolution, Draketown, along with the state of Lousiana, became part of the United States of America.

American Civil War

Draketown was Confederate territory during the American Civil War. The slave and Plantation trade was still going strong in Louisiana at the time, and thus there was a vested interest to resist the US Government. Draketown was no exception. A small regiment led by Lieutenant Davian Sigurdson was responsible for the defense of the town.

However, there were those who were sympathetic to the plight of the slaves, particularly a rich, Half-Dovamun Heiress named Tamala Vinecastle. She smuggled out slaves from the family estate in what is now the abandoned Deimos Peninsula Resort project. She used the nearby Light tower to send messages to sympathetic sailors who smuggled them south into Cuba, or northward into Union territory.

Needless to say, the oceans were well-patrolled and the local Confederate Forces were soon aware of her ploy. Her lands were seized, and since she was a half-Native, they had no qualms about publicly executing her despite her family name. She was hung along with the slaves she was caught smuggling out of the town.

Near the end of the civil war, the town reserves led by Davian Sigurdson were brought to the frontlines, and were met with disaster. They were completely eradicated, not a single man from the Draketown regiment survived the end of the American civil war.

Eventually, Louisiana, along with the rest of the Confederate states, had to submit to the United States Government. The Draketown City Hall, Brandished Sword Lighthouse and Sigurdson Manor are the few buildings of this era that still survive to this day.

Early 20th Century

During the era of Prohibition, Draketown was known as a producer of illegal moonshine, particularly north in the mountains.

In the late 30s, series of Earthquake and fires decimated the local population. An Earthquake centralized around the sleeping serpent ridge caused a massive Erosion that buried the planned railway project, rendering it impossible to complete. Fires spread out throughout the city. They were so severe that they reached the coast, burning the old Vinecastle Estate to ash.

The decades that followed were dedicated to repopulating and reconstruction. Draketown became a self-sustained cosmopolitan center by the early 80s.

Recent History

During the mid-90s, Draketown experienced a severe upward spike in gang related violence and crime, but it dropped sharply after a joint effort by the FBI and the local police department to arrest their leaders. Today, only two ‘gangs’ are known to remain from that period. Their organizations have not yet been implicated in any serious crime.


Draketown has urban legends and folklore of its own, owing to its dramatic history and diverse peoples.

The Conquistador and the Dragon

There is an alternate legend for the name of the town, passed around by older residents. They say it is a story told by the true natives who once lived on this land, but were forcefully removed by a curse.

Long Ago, the tribes worshiped a great Dragon, whose size was like that of many mountains. It provided them with animals, fruit and fish. It protected them from their enemy tribes, devouring them whole in its great maw. But in turn, the dragon asked for one of their youths every year, since their tender meat was a delicacy for the great creature. The tribes saw no other way but to obey the creature. Every year, a young man or woman was sent to the Mountains of the north to be eaten. And every year, they wailed, for they could not bear to see their children gone to become food.

Then, one summer, an unnamed Spanish Conquistador landed on the shores of the east coast, eager to explore this untamed land. He brought with him a large ship, like a floating village, which spew fire and thunder, flattening forests with ease. He was looking for gold, a precious mineral hidden in the earth, and because of that he went into the wild places.

Eventually, He came upon the sorrowful tribe, and asked them why they wept. They then told him about the Dragon god, and their sacrifice every year. The Conquistador immediately chastised them, telling them that there is only One True God, and he told them that he would slay this dragon. He set off to plan for his great battle.

In the next rising of the sun, he stood upon the rocky coast and brandished his sword. The golden glare of the sun reflected off his blade and shone it in the slumbering dragon’s eyes.

Enraged, the Dragon awoke, tasted the air with its forked tongue, and found that the smell of his aggressor was at the coast. It slithered down into the ocean, the earth rumbling in its wake. When it saw the puny man, it opened its great maw, revealing a jagged row of sharp teeth. However, it had also revealed its vulnerable, pink, soft flesh. In an instant, thunder and hailstones rained from the Conquistador’s boat, fatally wounding the beast. It screamed and hastily retreated back to its nest.

The tribes, overjoyed with his miraculous victory, asked the Conquistador if he wanted anything from them. The Conquistador told them of a shining metal called Gold, and told them that it was hidden in the earth. They decided to help him go to the Dragon’s lair, since treasures matching his description were seen there.

As they approached the Mountain, they saw that the Dragon God had not yet died. It raged at them, killing many of the native guides, as well as the Spanish adventurers. After an epic battle, The Conquistador struck his blade into the beast’s forehead. It fell backward into the rocky wall, causing the cave to collapse upon its treasures. With its dying breath, the Dragon told the Native Tribe that it had chosen the Greed of Man, and that they would be forever haunted by their decision.

And thus it fell into slumber deep within the earth, along with its many treasures.

The Conquistador, outraged and frustrated with this event, forced his men and the natives to dig deep into the mountain. They dug for days, until they could no longer work. With wounds still fresh, and his mind fallen to madness, the Conquistador killed a few natives and one of his men.

At that moment the ground rumbled and the earth opened up, swallowing the Conquistador. He screamed, his sword still brandished, as he fell into the abyss. It is said that the earth shook with his indignation for 10 straight days as a result.

The Earth raged, and the seas began to roil. The great Spanish ship could not fight nature, and sunk. Their wooden huts could not stand against the shaking earth, and they crumbled. With no recourse left, the tribe fled from the cursed land, leaving the Spanish explorers to their fate.

After the land calmed down, they saw the mountain of their Dragon god, covering him like a burial blanket. They knew that he had saved them, albeit temporarily, from a much more cruel fate.


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