Hey all, this has to be my most ambitious project yet! I just wanted to note, you don't have to know the lore of each world I'm writing about, I will be explaining them in further detail than just this prologue. I mean, I guess it would help if you knew RWBY's setting, but the plot itself will be mostly of my own making. That's what happens when you have this many works coming together. Anyways, those who know the lore will see what I may or may not have planned for this story, while those who are unfamiliar will hopefully be interested enough to learn as I reveal more about each character's world and past.
My other current crossover update is still in the works! I'm about halfway through the second chapter, and I will be getting it out sometime soon. So no worries there!
Prologue: The Four
Between the Worlds
The borders between worlds have blurred. Beings, concepts, powers that never should've touched are mixing freely. And like anywhere in existence, there is conflict. Every world has its own internal struggle. In human concepts, it would be the war between order and chaos.
But this was a problem.
Within a single world, the conflict would eventually reach equilibrium. For no matter how distasteful, order could not exist without chaos, and chaos without order. When worlds mix…the balance of power may shift. And no matter which side won, it would almost always end with total annihilation.
If it could, the concept of Order would be frowning. It knew it had to give Chaos a chance to fight back in order to preserve balance, but it also knew Chaos wouldn't ever do the same in return. Chaos, unfortunately, had the upper hand now.
Four worlds were currently mixing at a single point, a fifth world, called Remnant. The agents of chaos from those various worlds were already joining with Remnant's own agents of chaos, while the agents of order were blissfully unaware of what was coming.
Something had to be done.
Carefully viewing the inhabitants of all four worlds, Order decided to act. It would select an individual from each world, well-versed in fighting against their own agents of chaos, and send them to Remnant to help make a stand. As for how integrating these individuals would work…there were several plans that came to mind.
If it could, Order would be smiling mischievously. Chaos seemed to think by brute forcing its agents together, it could overwhelm Order. It was about to get a lesson in balancing and planning.
But it wouldn't do to be too involved, however. After all, Order was just a concept, no?
The First World: Middle-Earth (Shadow of Mordor)
This world was easy. The chosen individual would only need a little prompting to accept his new role. As for any changes to his person...well, he would have to learn that sometimes, change is necessary. The process of sending him to Remnant began immediately.
Talion of Gondor awoke from his rest, leaning against the pillar of one the many forge towers he used as staging areas for his operations. A minor feeling of annoyance surfaced up, chastising himself for resting when there was work to be done. But that feeling immediately disappeared as his mind caught up to the present. He had done it. The Black Hand of Sauron was dead, along with the other two Black Captains, and he was at the brink of a campaign that, in his mind, would bring the Dark Lord to his knees. All he needed to do was forge a ring of power with the help of his friend and partner, Celebrimbor. Then they could continue to throw Sauron's plans into disarray.
Allowing himself a brief moment of joviality, he turned and was immediately greeted by Celebrimbor himself, standing in the same spectral way he always did when advising Talion. Side-by-side, the two of them were polar opposites. Aside from the obvious fact that Talion looked very much alive and Celebrimbor looked like a ghost out of a child's nightmare, they were two very contrasting men.
Talion had shoulder-length dark brown hair with a matching full beard, and wore the rough protective armor of a Ranger. He had a face that gave off the impression of a strong, mild-mannered, and well-humored man, but until recently, it had been marred with a shadow of rage and hatred. Celebrimbor, on the other hand, wore extremely extravagant armor that didn't quite match his appearance. In life, he had filled his armor more, but now, he gave off the impression of a starved man trying to fill a king's shoes. His face was gaunt and narrow, but he had surprisingly good-looking long dark hair.
"Talion." Celebrimbor looked gravely serious. Talion frowned, his previous moment of cheeriness dissipating. Celebrimbor didn't commonly refer to Talion by name, and his tone sent chills down his spine.
"What's wrong, friend?" Talion asked worriedly. Celebrimbor was, by nature, a rather gloomy and serious person. But this was different. Even though he was a specter, he still managed to look pale at the moment.
"You wish to fight the Dark Lord, correct?" Celebrimbor asked him, his tone flat.
"Of course. Is that not what we've been doing all this time?" Talion replied with unconcealed confusion.
"Indeed." Celebrimbor looked at Talion silently for a moment, as if sizing him up, "I regret to inform you that the Dark Lord's focus has changed."
"What? What do you mean?"
"Exactly what I said. Sauron has moved on from his plans for Mordor. I've seen visions, of places I've never seen, of people we've never met. The Dark Lord means to bring them under his control. A new location to conquer and dominate."
"Then we must move quickly to this new region. Has he decided to take his forces north prematurely, perhaps to Mirkwood? The Elves should be warned." Talion immediately began to move, but Celebrimbor stopped him with a hand on the shoulder.
"No, Talion. In my time, I've viewed almost every land of Middle-Earth. The Woodland Realm is no exception."
"What are you saying then? Has he decided to go overseas? Where?"
"Beyond the seas. He has moved into a new realm, one that is not prepared for the likes of his evil. They will fall. And when they do, he will use his newfound foothold to return to Middle-Earth and destroy everything we have worked to protect."
"Then what can we do? We are just wraiths, bound to this land." Talion was growing frustrated. How was it that no matter what they did, the Dark Lord always had something else to bring against them?
"No, Talion. I am just a wraith bound to this land." Celebrimbor gave him a small smile, shocking the ranger. The spectral elf was not one to show his emotions easily, let alone showing happiness, "Despite our differences, it was an honor fighting alongside you, Ranger of Gondor."
"Wait, what are you planning? What's going on?"
"I've been given the ability to send you to help this new land. Those people know not what Sauron is capable of." Celebrimbor replied before frowning, "However, doing so would also be giving up on Middle-Earth. I have no knowledge of how to return you here if you succeed. Indeed, you were never meant to be brought back from death in the first place. If you wish to pass on in peace, then so be it. No matter your path, our cooperation ends here. There is no point if there is no Dark Lord to fight."
Talion froze. Give up his home, the land he's been fighting for all this time, to help strangers? He might've rejected it, had he still been a captain, loyal to Gondor and steadfast in her defense. But he was dead. His life here was over. He had decided to fight against the Dark Lord with every fiber of his being. If these people needed help, if he could hinder Sauron's plans in any way, he would do so. There wasn't any other choice.
"I will go. I do not know if a simple man like myself can truly stand against Sauron, but I must try." Talion said resolutely. He couldn't rest in peace if he knew he could've continued to fight against Sauron's evil.
"I knew you would say that. But you misunderstand. You are a wraith as well, but you will no longer be bound to this land when I end our link. You, my vessel, will be free." Celebrimbor elaborated. Talion's heart leapt, if he understood what his friend was saying, he might just have a chance.
"Are you saying I can continue to use the abilities you have granted me?" Talion asked hopefully.
"I will impart all my abilities, so that to you, nothing will have changed. Then I will leave Middle-Earth forever. It is time I met with my family once again."
Talion was overcome with a sudden flood of emotion. He clapped the elf on the back, "Thank you, my friend. I will not fail you or your trust."
Celebrimbor nodded in reply. The two stood still for a moment, remembering their personal war against the Uruk armies of Mordor. It hadn't been an easy time, but Talion did not carry any regrets from his actions. He hoped Celebrimbor felt the same. The ghostly elf seemed to have similar thoughts, before turning again to face Talion.
"Then, let us depart." Celebrimbor rested a hand on Talion's shoulder, imbuing him with the power that they shared. Talion's body turned spectral, his life no longer connected to the land, and soon, he faded away, eyes closed as if in a deep sleep. Celebrimbor sighed. He had done as his visions had requested, but still felt a bit regretful that he would not have a larger role to play in stopping the Dark Lord. But what's done is done. He closed his eyes, and soon, both his and Talion's souls were no longer of Middle-Earth.
That was one down. Three more to go.
The Second World: Unnamed (Monster Hunter)
This shouldn't prove difficult either. This world was mostly peaceful, with the power of chaos coming from the wildlife and fauna rather than any organized force or group that threatened humanity. The wildlife itself wasn't even trying to kill all humans or anything like that, they were just so dangerous in terms of wild animals that humans had to be cautious. The problem lay with what would happen to the wildlife when corrupted by chaos from other worlds. When that time came, they would need someone who knew how to deal with the unique beasts this world had to offer. There was only one choice.
Across every land in this world, beasts roam free. One could find dragons, wyverns, mammoths, dinosaurs, any kind of creature would show up in one form or another. In order for civilization to function, their homes, transportation, and communication must be secure. That is the role of the Hunter's Guild. The Guild employs hunters that travel around the world, taking up requests in order to deal with problems caused by monsters. To ensure safety, the guild had a set difficulty system for requests along with separation of hunters by three general ranks: Low, High, and G-Rank.
One such hunter was named Auren, the resident hunter of a traveling caravan of merchants and artisans that moved all over the continent. The young hunter became famous for handling requests wherever he went through the caravan's guild liaison, Sophia, also known as the Guildmarm.
Even among the dangerous beasts of the world, the truly powerful become known as "Elder Dragons", regardless of whether the monster in question is a dragon or not. Auren became the youngest G-Rank hunter when he successfully slew a rampaging Elder Dragon known as the Shagaru Magala.
To make a long story short, the six-limbed dragon had been plaguing the caravan since it was a juvenile, its young form termed the Gore Magala by the guild. Everywhere the Gore Magala traveled, it shed scales that carried a highly contagious plague called "Frenzy". The disease drove other monsters insane, either killing them eventually or making them into deadly apex predators. Its effect on humans caused weakness and vulnerability to monster attacks. Eventually the guild managed to uncover records of an ancient Elder Dragon that carried Frenzy as well, and realized that the Gore was its juvenile form. Auren, who had the most experience fighting the Gore, was sent to face the Shagaru Magala in battle, and slew it in combat. After that, they spent quite a while hunting down the apex predators that survived the first stages of Frenzy, a deadly job in of itself.
But now he was bored. The caravan had decided to stop for now, in the city of Dundorma, to rest and recuperate from the combined effort it took to organize the hunt for the Shagaru and its leftovers, and Auren had nothing to do. There were simply too many hunters in the fortress city, requests were scarce and few in between. Not to mention because of Dundorma's tendency to be attacked by Elder Dragons, the garrison there was rather skilled in monster combat. Auren wasn't needed, despite his considerable skill.
"Doodle, you look bored." Sophia looked up from her sketchbook at Auren, who was sprawled on the floor in front of her. Sophia wore a green scholar's uniform styled in the standard Guild representative's dress code. She had neat black hair and wore a pair of black reading glasses. The two of them got along well, as Auren was one of the few people Sophia didn't drive away with her zealous curiosity in monsters. Well, the fact that she was extremely cute didn't hurt, either.
"Ugh..." Auren groaned. In this world, it was customary for people to address one another by title, so Auren was used to being called "Hunter" or "Caravan Hunter", but Sophia insisted in calling him a strange nickname that didn't seem to have any connection with himself. Not that he really minded.
Auren was a tall young man, standing over 6 feet, with short brown hair and a lean, childish face. He gave off the impression of a cheerful, outgoing individual. The people in this world were generally like him, and it was rare to find negative emotions despite the inherent dangers of living in a world inhabited by giant monsters. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that the humans of this world were built strong, able to take hits from monsters while dishing out their own attacks.
"Jeez, Doodle, if you're so bored then you should go hunting something random! You don't need a request to go hunting! You just won't get paid. That's no big deal, right?" Sophia suggested, an excited light shining in her eyes.
"You just want me to hunt so you can sneak along and watch. Besides, there's nothing here TO hunt in the first place..." Auren rolled over and pushed himself up, standing and stretching at his full height.
"Ehehe, was I that obvious? But you're right, this place already has a big Guild presence. I'm not even needed!" Sophia grinned at him, before she clapped her hands together, "Oh! That's right, I found this in the mail for you this morning. I must've missed it or something, since the mailman doesn't come until tomorrow. Sorry!"
Sophia reached into a nearby pile of papers and pulled out an envelope. The envelope had no special markings or writing, just Auren's name on the outside.
"For me? I wonder who'd wanna write a random hunter like me?"
"Random? You're like, the best hunter in Dundorma right now! Maybe you have a fan!" Sophia suggested, patting him on the back.
"Maybe..." Auren took the envelope and walked back to his room, a portable home located in one of the wagons of the caravan. He frowned as he scanned its contents.
Do you, Hunter, wish to help others in their time of need? There are people who need your help, but they are far from your location. So much so, that if you decide to go, you'll be leaving everything you know behind, with no guarantee of return. I implore you though, your expertise in hunting would be indispensable in saving many lives. We need you. If you decide to help, bring two sets of armor, one for casual wear and one for dedicated hunting, along with weapons and supplies of your choice. After you finish packing, and only after, please circle yes. If you refuse, please circle no.
"What in the actual..." Auren scratched his head, before his face broke into a grin, "Well, this letter was addressed straight to me...so I guess I gotta help."
It's worth pointing out that Auren had a very simple mindset. He wanted to hunt to help others. But he wasn't helping others at the moment, and no one within his reach was in any danger. And now someone was asking for help. Why would he refuse? He followed the letter's instructions, packing up everything he normally brought on a hunt. He donned his favorite set of armor, the Barioth X armor, and packed away his Derring set for casual wear. As for weapons, he settled on a longsword and an insect glaive.
The clinching factor from the letter though, was that the letter stated that people's lives were at stake. This world didn't face that too often. Monsters didn't go out of their way to harm humans, and typically, fleeing works when threatened. Monster attacks were inconveniences more often than not, causing abandoned merchandise, canceled deliveries, etc. But this letter carried a tone of urgency for the young hunter, who in turn couldn't turn the unusual request down.
"Oh, I should say goodbye though. And explain myself to the Caravaneer." Auren knew they'd be disappointed to part ways with him, everyone in the caravan had become sort of a family to him, ever since he left his own to travel. The Caravaneer, especially, was like a father figure to him, "But before I forget, I should circle yes."
Auren took a pen and carefully circled the word "yes" on the letter. He was about to stick the letter back in the envelope so they could return it when he was suddenly hit with a wave of grogginess. He staggered a few steps towards the entrance, before everything faded to black.
That was two down. Order made a note that because of the peaceful, jolly nature of the people of this world, Auren might have a rude awakening when greeted by his fellow travelers or the citizens of Remnant. He also failed to realize that the letter he received was beyond suspicious. But Order was confident he would adjust and learn. Two more to go.
The Third World: Yharnam (Bloodborne)
There was some semblance of choice for the first two chosen individuals. But there would be none for the third. The conflict in this world had already come close enough to shattering the borders of its reality. That could not happen again. The next chosen individual would make sure of it. Besides, it was either that, or death. If he truly wanted death over a second chance, then he would have to make that decision in Remnant, not here.
Gehrman fell, the strength leaving his body. His student stood over him, Gehrman's blood still on his blade.
Gehrman was the First Hunter. The man that led the fight against the abominations that plagued his home of Yharnam. However, he had fallen into the never-ending dream that all Hunters shared. It was his curse to send new hunters to fight, and then watch as they disappeared over time. No matter how many times they killed their adversaries, it was doomed to repeat. But this cycle had been broken. His newest student, nicknamed the Good Hunter, had rejected him in the end.
"Master, I will not fail to end this nightmare. Please, place your faith in me." Gehrman heard the Good Hunter speaking. It was pointless, Gehrman knew, the Good Hunter would just take his place instead. Gehrman would not wish the eternal dream upon anyone, and if his body was able to respond to him, he would've shed a tear for his student.
"You...you've freed me. But now..." Gehrman managed to choke out, coughing on his own blood. He looked at the Good Hunter with pity, surprising his student. A look of realization spread over the Good Hunter's face.
"Master, you're wrong. I'm not taking your place. I will end this nightmare once and for all." He explained, "This Great One will be the last to fall."
Gehrman's eyes widened in surprise. Could his protege truly have found a way to end the cycle of horror? If so, then he has accomplished even more than Gehrman himself, the man that started everything.
"Goodbye, Master. May you find peace in awakening." the Good Hunter picked up Gehrman's Burial Blade and custom-made blunderbuss, handing them to the dying old man to have in his final moments. Gehrman tried to speak, but no words came. The Good Hunter simply nodded and then left, his stride full of purpose. Gehrman lay alone, at the foot of the tree on the hill. To an observer, he would look like an old man resting on the grass, but his weapons gave him away as a fallen warrior. His hair was grey and long, his black coat, cloak, and little top hat were all old and tattered, beaten and weathered over time.
"Gehrman..." A female voice called out for him. The Plain Doll entered his view, his very own creation modeled after Maria, one of the most influential people in his life. She was looking down at him sadly, "The Good Hunter is doing what he believes is right. But even then...it does hurt seeing you on the ground like this, father."
Had he been able, Gehrman would've reached out and comforted her. It hurt to see Maria's sad face, even if the Doll wasn't truly her. Her expression changed however, from sadness to a serious one.
"When you wake up again, you'll be in a new place. A world you don't know anything about. But they need your help. The power of the blood can't be abused by those who were never meant to receive it." She started saying things that made no sense to Gehrman's fading mind, "I believe you can do it. You have more strength than you know. If not a leader, then a teacher. A guide for others with your wisdom. Please, what happened in Yharnam must not spread beyond its borders."
With those words echoing in his ears, Gehrman's consciousness left the Hunter's Dream forever. Never to return.
Three have been chosen. Now only one remains.
The Fourth World: Lordran (Dark Souls I)
This was a tired world, one where Order and Chaos were not in direct conflict, but instead almost at perfect equilibrium. A world of endless cycles, where someone could be of both order and chaos, spreading both at the same time. It was difficult to know what effect this world's influence could have on Remnant. If those with malicious intent were to attempt to spread their influence in Remnant, it would be manageable. But if it was something like the spread of the Abyss...well, that would be an issue. To prevent this, this world's selection would be a steadfast guardian, one that would not falter no matter what.
Knight Artorias, or as he's better known, Artorias the Abysswalker. A knight who served gods that were very real, and very present during his life. A knight that fought against the Abyss when it threatened the world, before eventually being consumed by it. Now he stands alone, forever doomed to roam in insanity. At least, until the Chosen Undead arrived. Not unlike Gehrman of Yharnam, Artorias was released from his torment by death. Even corrupted, Artorias was a regal, imposing figure. He wore silver armor adorned by a blue cloak and hood, and was armed with a greatsword with ancient symbols engraved upon it. He had fought the Chosen Undead, Artorias using every ounce of skill, every power granted to him by his pact with the denizens of the Abyss, but in the end, he still fell.
"You won't be forgotten, Abysswalker. Your legend will live on..." Those words echoed in his locked mind, as his body faded from existence.
In the moment his soul should've moved on, he felt something reaching out for his soul. A plea for help. A plea for protection. There was no question about it. Artorias was a knight, and knight never abandoned those in need. He took his oath seriously, and to not answer the call with all his might would tarnish his honor even further. He would go, answering the plea, and fulfilling his duty. And so, his soul departed, but not for the afterlife, but for Remnant.
It was a straightforward request, answered by a straightforward person. Not difficult at all.
And with that, there were four.
The Fifth World: Remnant (RWBY)
This was the moment Order decided that the rules of reality needed a little bending. Chaos was lucky. It could just throw its agents into a world, and they would spread chaos everywhere of their own accord. An agent of Order was different, they needed some form of guidance generally. And with the mess that's made when five worlds collide, there would need to be some pretty...direct guidance. Only initially, of course, after that and the bending of reality would cause more harm to the worlds than the agents of chaos would. There were two things that needed to be done. One, was to break in Remnant's new guests, and have them get to know each other. That wouldn't be too difficult. Two, someone on Remnant would have to be made aware of the threat they could be facing soon, and made aware that there were people here to help them against this new threat. Luckily, there was someone perfect for that role. A certain headmaster of one of Remnant's many combat schools should've just received a mysterious e-mail...
Talion woke with a start. It was nighttime. He was in a forest, not one he knew, but he instantly relaxed. A ranger was at home in the wild. Listening, he could hear the sound of the wind blowing between the trees, but oddly enough, no sounds of living creatures. The sky was clear and filled with stars, but Talion almost shouted in surprise when he saw the state of the moon. It was shattered, jagged and broken. If Talion needed proof he was in a new realm, this was it. Recovering from his initial shock, Talion rose to observe his surroundings.
Around him were three people, also in the process of waking up. As he stood up, however, he immediately sensed something wrong. His body wasn't the same as before. A quick glance a nearby puddle confirmed his suspicions. He had regressed in age, to around 17 or 18 years. With a shake of his head, he dismissed his initial confusion. Becoming a wraith had been much more jarring than a simple change of age.
He took a moment to observe the three individuals around him, and assess them for any threats. The first was someone dressed from head to toe in white armor, seemingly made out of parts from some kind of beast. The armor was sleek, and adorned by a white coat. He carried a rather lengthy sword on his back, but didn't have the stance or demeanor of someone who regularly saw combat on the battlefield. He was also quite tall. Talion also noticed that there was a rather large pack on the ground near this person. It looked like it was meant to be carried by a pack animal.
The second was a youth dressed some kind of black coat, done in a style Talion had never seen before. He had silver hair underneath a rather fancy-looking hat, and was armed with some kind of blade and a strange staff Talion was unfamiliar with. He had a certain dangerous elegance about him, like a cat stalking its prey. Talion realized that this person was also sizing him up, arriving at a similar conclusion.
The third was a warrior dressed in full bodied armor along with a blue cloak and hood, wielding a greatsword with symbols Talion couldn't read. He stood there silently, as if waiting for someone else to act first. He looked relaxed, but his sword was at the ready. Of all three of the strangers, Talion felt the most comfortable impression with this one. He reminded him of the Knights of Gondor. The only unsettling thing was that this person was even taller than the first person. He had to have been at least six and-a-half feet tall.
"Hey! You guys here to help out too? Not sure how I got here so fast, and I'm a bit mad I didn't get to say goodbye to everyone, but it's good to meet you all! I'm Auren, by the way." Talion heard a surprisingly young voice come from the one wearing the white beast armor. Then again, if they were all around the same age, they should all sound young.
"I am Talion of Gondor. I hail from Middle-Earth, to aid this realm against the forces of the Dark Lord Sauron." Talion introduced himself politely, bowing his head to the three strangers.
"I am called Knight Artorias, servant of Gwyn, Lord of Sunlight. I fight the darkness of the Abyss, which may yet threaten this world." The third person introduced himself. His voice was deep and strong, despite being a teenager, fitting for someone who holds the rank of knight.
"Gehrman, from a city called Yharnam. I hunt my enemies, and protect my people." The last person introduced himself. He took off his hat, and bowed courteously.
Talion had no idea what the Abyss was, and he definitely had questions for Auren and Gehrman about what was going on. Their introductions had caused more than enough questions to pop into the ranger's mind. But before he could say anything, Auren spoke up.
"Uh, wait. Where the heck are you guys from?" Auren looked around in confusion, "What's all this about darkness and dark lords? And some kinda sun lord?"
"It appears we're all from different lands, no, different worlds." Talion concluded, "If you need proof, then look up into the sky."
The other three looked up, and then proceeded to react in different ways. Though he was wearing a helmet, Talion was sure he could hear the sound of Auren's jaw dropping to his feet. Gehrman simply stiffened up in surprise, his eyes wide. But Artorias had the largest reaction.
"What has happened!? Has Lady Gwyndolin's power failed? This...this cannot be!" Artorias roared. He seemed ready to fight.
"Calm yourself! Whatever the moon was like in your home, it is now obvious that we are not there! This is an unfamiliar land for all of us." Talion calmed the knight down. Auren had covered his ears, while Gehrman wore a disapproving frown. Artorias had the decency to look a bit cowed for his outburst.
"Yes, you are correct. This realm must be in dire need of assistance of the celestial bodies are in danger." Artorias said, in a much calmer voice.
Their attention was suddenly caught by a flashing light near each of their respective feet. On the ground near each of them, were small rectangular devices that none of them recognized. However, for some reason, they were able to read the language of the text being displayed on the device.
Welcome to Remnant.
I'm sure you have your questions, but first, I wish to show my appreciation for accepting the burden of traveling to an unfamiliar land to help people you've never met. You are all from different worlds, meeting in this fifth world, Remnant. Remnant is in grave danger, and requires your assistance.
To begin with, this device is commonly used by the people of Remnant, it is called a "Scroll". It serves as a means of communication, but has many other functions you will become familiar with. The scroll you are currently reading this message on is yours to take. Do your best not to lose it.
You will learn more about this world from its inhabitants. The highest priority is for you to learn about one another. This text will be replaced by a set of pictures containing the faces of your three new companions, labeled by name. Using your finger to select one, you will be able to read about their world, who they are, and what they are capable of. Some of you have your secrets, but that will no longer be the case. To work perfectly as a team, there cannot be any doubt. Once again, do your best not to let emotions cloud your judgement.
Lastly, you may be wondering about who or what I am. What my motivation is for bringing you here. That does not matter. You will never hear from me again. I only wish for Remnant to find peace, and by extension, for your own worlds to find peace. Once you have finished viewing the information about your new companions, this scroll will turn off. When activated again, it will function like any other on Remnant.
Good luck.
Talion read all this with a raised eyebrow. Not only was this device much more powerful than any magic he'd ever seen, they were apparently being brought together by someone or something to fight for Remnant. The text disappeared, and true to its words, there were three pictures in its place. Talion looked up at the others, making sure everyone was on the same page.
"Shall we read?" Talion suggested, "We can discuss our stories and our situation after we follow those instructions."
"Sure. I got no problems." Auren agreed. Artorias and Gehrman nodded in agreement as well.
"Then, let's begin."
If it could, Order would wonder if it had been too forward or direct with its approach. After all, the four chosen ones most likely thought they were receiving divine instructions, or something in a similar train of thought. Not to mention that their bodies had also been altered to fit in better with their intended roles within Remnant. Age change was one thing, but that Artorias had to be switched from Gwyn's race to a human.
But none of that mattered in order to preserve the balance of the worlds. Chaos could not be allowed to gain the upper hand over Order. All that was happening was just leveling the playing field. Just for the sake of balance.
If it could, Order would be smiling triumphantly. But it couldn't. After all, Order was just a concept.
Holy moly, this took way more time to write than I thought. It's not even that long, either. Well, I hope you enjoy, and I hope you can see where this is going *wink* *wink*
That aside, anyone have any ideas for a team name for our four heroes? I'll be brainstorming that for a while, so any suggestions would be very, very helpful. Also I may or may not be doing pairings, depending on the direction the plot ends up going, but I won't discourage some ships starting to sail in the next few chapters ;)