RWBY Conquest

by lordxsauron

Before death could snatch Jaune and Pyrrha, they awake to find themselves in an unfamiliar land, the Kingdom of France engulfed in a famous war known as the One Hundred Years War. They find themselves surrounded by plotters and enemy armies seeking the ruin of once proud kingdom. Can they manage to defeat a powerful kingdom and save France? Or will history be changed forever?

1. Chapter 1

RWBY Conquest Chapter 1

I DO NOT OWN RWBY

A/N

Hey there guys! This is going another unique story. I am super duper excited.

As such, before we start, I need to clarify some stuff.

This will be an AU with historical accuracies as well as deviating from history. Some characters will be based off of real people, while others not so much, the events will have changed, while others not so much.

As such, let me give you some background in case you don't know much about the Hundred Wars as well Joan of Arc, the character who Jaune is based off of in name.

The Hundred Years War was a war fought between England and France for about 112 years off and on fighting. It can be categorized into three major periods of the fighting. England at this point is a fairly rich kingdom that owns about half of France through marriages. Through these marriage alliances, England has a claim on French Throne and when the last king's death Charles VI, aka Charles the Mad. Henry VI is proclaimed to be the rightful king of England and France as an infant. Henry VI's uncle is acting regent (caretaker) and is now actively launching the second phase of the Hundred years war. This starts off the second portion of the Hundred Years War where France actually loses Paris (the capital.) Now this is where Joan of Arc comes into play where she leads the armies of France against England and their Burgundian allies. Other kingdoms and factions would be involved such as the Holy Roman Empire (Modern day Germany), Spain, and a few Italian city states selling mercenaries to the highest bidder

I will warn you guys: This will be historical and not historical at the same time, RWBY canon and not canon.

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Jaune felt nothing. It was an out of body experience as he floated in a void of nothingness. He felt something drag him down somewhere. He felt a tug, then a pull, then a suction, then an iron grip ripping at him. The power became so overwhelming.

Jaune's eyes opened up to reveal a blue sky. He stared at the sky for a few moments trying to recollect his thoughts. Where was he? He remembered being on top of the tower with Pyrrha fighting that woman who had terrible powers. He also remembered getting soundly beaten. That's when he realized, he should be dead. He remembered the arrow in his chest, he remembered the pain, the pain of gasping for breath, the pain of having an arrow tear through tissue, organs, and bone. He looked down to see that his armor was unscathed. There was no pain. His white armour was whole. The breastplate wasn't burnt and bent, his clothing was intact, no massive gashes or holes in his black hoodie underneath his armor. He also remembered….. PYRRHA!

He sat up to find a red head in her bronze armor corset and her and bronze greaves lying beside him weapons beside her. He also remembered before everything turned to black he remembered how the woman switched her attention to Pyrrha and shot her in the chest.

He scrambled to his feet, realizing that Crocea Mors was already on his waist. He realized that there was sign of damage on her armor, and more importantly, no arrow wound, in her chest, or heel. not even a scar. Did they die? Were they in the afterlife?

He placed an ear up to her chest. She was breathing and still had a heartbeat. A good start. "Pyrrha?" He gently shook her.

Nothing.

He shook a little more vigorously. "Pyrrha?" He called to wake her up.

She started to stir. Her eyes opened slowly. At first her eyes were dimly focused on the sky, she then sat up immediately and did the same thing that Jaune did. She immediately checked her armor and chest for any damage. None.

"Jaune?" She said confusedly as she looked into his blue, sapphire eyes, with her own fearful, anxiety, eyes that were tearing up. He wrapped his arms around Pyrrha and brought her into a hug.

"I saw you…. I thought… you died… we…." She said quietly as she burrowed her head into his chest.

"Well we're here now, everything is going to be alright." He said as he stroked her hair in an attempt to soothe the Spartan.

"What happened?" She finally muttered.

"I don't know… but at least we have each other." She looked up at hearing that blushing to which he brought his forehead to touch her own. He was glad to be able hold her in his arms. He was roused out of his thinking when she gave him a passionate kiss.

"What was that for?" He asked confusedly.

"Being together again." She smiled. She remembered the desperate kiss before they ascended up the tower. She didn't know if she had would have another opportunity to express herself, so she decided to act. As the fight progressed, she realized that it was probably the last time she would see Jaune. Her worst fears were confirmed when she saw that woman shoot Jaune in the chest, when he crumbled to the ground in a pool of his own blood.

She never felt so helpless, she wouldn't wanted to help him, but she couldn't, she was shot in the heel, then the woman looked down at her with that sinister smile. She pulled back the arrow and released it. It hurt to think about that arrow. She felt her world slip, the only thing she remembered was a bright blinding white light. Now she woke up in a bright and vibrant world. Her thoughts were interrupted by sounds off in the distance.

*Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank *

"You hear that?" Pyrrha asked to which Jaune nodded.

"Come On, let's go investigate." Jaune said.

Pyrrha nodded and found Akouo beside her, but oddly enough Milo. She remembered the battle and how Milo was shattered to pieces by that woman. "Jaune? How did Milo… well… get fixed?"

"To be honest, I'm not too sure. I mean if this is the afterlife, I guess anything is possible? Whatever fixed it, probably fixed us as well" He fumbled around with an explanation as he stood up. He offered a hand to the redhead to gladly took it.

*Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK*

"Sound like it is getting closer, let's use the forest as cover." Jaune suggested. They sprinted towards the forest, not an easy task when it was off in the distance. Jaune noticed he was having the same physical pains as if he was still alive. He started to sweat, he started to feel exhaustion. They made it into the outlying forest which covered in thick brushes.

"We should be careful of any Grimm in the area." Pyrrha suggested as she transformed Milo into her rifle to aim down the scope to get a better visual. What she saw didn't make any sense.

She saw a massive group of men, an army wearing various types of armor. Some were on horseback covered in plate armor, while others, on foot, wore chainmail and leather. All of them wore a red overcoats that had the pattern of three golden lions, one above the other, they carried large banners that held the same exact pattern of three golden lions above one another. All of them had simple weapons, large bows, lances, swords, and shields.

"Well that is unusual…" She said as scanned the massive army. There had to be in the thousands of men, out in the open, all clustered up. "Jaune I don't think these people are from any known kingdom." She whispered.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" He asked squinting his eyes at a dust cloud that was settling. Pyrrha handed her rifle. "Take a look for yourself."

He looked into the scope to realize she wasn't wrong. He saw a massive army wearing all sorts of armor, some men on foot, some men on horses, all of them having red with three golden lions.

*CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK*

Jaune shifted Milo more towards the right to see another large group of men. All of them wearing different types of armor, some on foot, some on horseback. They wore a blue coats over their armor while some of them, they carried banners of white banners with some kind of odd, golden symbol he couldn't describe. The two groups stood there opposed against each other.

"Pyrrha… this isn't looking good."

On the red side, one man rode forward on horseback. He was covered head to toe in plate armor, his helmet covering his entire head, except for two narrow slits which Jaune assumed was used for vision. What stood out was a small golden crown on top of the bucket like helmet.

"Submit to your true king of France, the King of England, Henry VI!" He rode back to his perspective side. The armies didn't do move, neither side budged.

"King of England? I'm afraid that isn't a known kingdom in Remnant." Pyrrha whispered watching the field intently.

"King of France….." Jaune thought outloud. "Pyrrha, where are we?"

"I don't know Jaune." Their conversation was cut short when the reds erupted with movement. A group of soldiers, wearing leather armor and cowls, moved forward past the main army and spread out. They planted their arrows in the ground.

The blue side started to move. Foot soldiers started to move in large blocks, trying to maintain a line. The reds pulled their arrows and pointed their bows towards the sky.

"I think we're in the middle of a battle." Jaune muttered as he gave the rifle back to its owner. He didn't need a scope to see what was going to happen. Thousands of arrows were released. They flew gracefully up in the air and lazily came down. The effects were not lazy.

Men were being cut into pieces. Those unfortunate that didn't have armor were cut into ribbons. "They don't have guns…" Pyrrha said with amazement and horror. Some raised their shields to attempt to protect themselves. The line kept moving, at a slower pace now, leaving a field of dead, but their ordeal was not over.

Another volley, another volley, another volley, with the same exact results. The line started to break, you could hear men groaning in the background. Finally, the archers used up all of their arrows and retreated back to their red army.. The reds finally released their own foot soldiers, fresh and eager for the fight. The reds charged. A horde of bloodthirsty men crying out for the blood of the blues.

The two sides collided. "Oh my gods." Pyrrha whispered watching the horrible carnage. Men were getting hacked to pieces. Both sides were getting stabbed, hacked, slashed, and punctured. Men were falling on the ground missing, crying out in pain and death missing limbs. "What is this…"

The blues finally retreated. All of the foot soldiers started to run away after twenty minutes of melee. The Reds cheered and cursed at their enemies. Jaune and Pyrrha let out a collective sigh, glad to see that the battle was over, or so they thought.

*CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK*

"why…." Jaune whispered. Red armored figures on horseback surged forward chasing the blues, They rolled over the helpless men running for their lives. Men were getting runned down, trampled, lanced, and quite frankly, butchered. Meanwhile, the red foot soldiers went amongst the blue dead and dying, killing any survivors and looting dead bodies.

"Jaune… we need to get out of here." Pyrrha whispered putting Milo down, Jaune could only nod, but where was here?

They heard a rustling behind them. It was one of the soldiers in red, wearing what looked like a pointed metal cap with a nose piece and chain mail armor. He had a small kite shield and sword in his hand.

"You English or French?" He said pointing the sword at the two teenagers.

"Neither." Jaune said raising his hands up in a gesture to show he didn't mean him any harm. Pyrrha held on Milo, unsure what to do.

"I ain't going to ask you again. You English or French?" He said anger rising in his voice. He stepped closer pointing the sword at Jaune's neck.

"Neither, we don't know where we are. What is this place…. Can you help us please?"

"You one of them French spies ain't you? Well you ain't goin to be takin no secrets back to them Frenchies. Once I'm done with you, Imma take your friend back to camp with me." He gave a dark grin to Pyrrha. Pyrrha's anger surged out. No one was taking her anywhere. No one was going to do anything to her. No one was going to take Jaune away from her. There was no way he was going to die again.

She lashed with her semblance, feeling the magnetism that the intruder's metal helmet gave off. With a mighty heave, she slammed down the helmet, which caused the man to drop his sword. Jaune grabbed his own sword and ran through the man who was struggling with the helmet. He had to work it through the leather armor, but it did manage to go through. The man dropped to the ground, clutching at the sword that was in his gut. Jaune pulled it out quickly, staring at the man he just sentenced to death. Pyrrha switched Milo to sword mode and quickly ran through the individual's neck, ending the man's suffering.

"I…. I….. just… killed him…" Jaune stood there looking at the lifeless blood.

"We had to do it." Pyrrha rested a hand on her partner's soldier. "I would have it be him then you." She tried to reassure him. She didn't like the idea of killing, but when it came down to it, she would do without a second guess if it was to protect her loved ones.

"Well….. I can tell you are no friends of the English." An armored figure riding a horse said in a very odd accent. He was from the blue side, evident that his horse had a coat of blue with the odd golden flower. Pyrrha held Milo, point aimed right at the armored figure. Said armored got off of his horse and removed his helmet. His short brown hair, greasy from not being washed in a long time, his eyes were blue, while his thin mustache parted ways in between his nose, didn't expand past his mouth.

"I mean no harm to you." He held up his arms. "Although, I must ask how did you do that? Did you use sorcery?" He sounded hesitant.

"No. Look, we don't want any problems." Jaune said, Pyrrha still held Milo pointed at the stranger, Akouo at the ready as well.

"Heh, I don't want to start any problems." The man said looking over the two teenagers. "Your dress is very different."

"We aren't from here." Pyrrha said cooly, Jaune picked up on the hidden meaning of her tone. A tone that suggested that she was ready to kill.

"I see. So how did you end up here? Especially around a battlefield?" The man prodded.

"We don't know. We woke up here." Jaune avoided the question.

"Ahh well. Considering how you killed an Englishman, you're the enemy of my enemy which makes you my friend."

"We don't even know who you are." Pyrrha said, Milo still held steady at the knight.

"My name is Sir Robert de Baudricourt, son of the Chamberlain of the Duke of Bar." He bowed. "You may call me Robert."

"Well Robert, my name is Jaune Arc." Jaune put his hand Pyrrha's shoulder which made her hesitant lower Milo. "This is my partner, Pyrrha Nikos." Robert grinned.

"She's your wife then? Good on you sir." Pyrrha and Jaune turned instantly crimson red.

"Wh…. Uh….. umm… no?" Jaune stumbled. "She's my partner... my uhhhh friend? Trainer, girlfriend?"

"Ahh you are courting her then?" Which caused both teens looked at each other, blushing intense red, then looked at Robert. Pyrrha decided it was time for a different strategy.

"Robert, what Kingdom are we in?"

"You are in the Kingdom of France of course." Robert said almost astonished.

"What is the closest city?" She prodded again. None of these names matched anything in Remnant, or even the history of Remnant

"Orleans, although you may not want to go there."

"Why is that?"

"The English are laying siege to it. What you saw was an attempt of us to relieve our city."

"Where do these English come from?"

"You really must not be from here…." He said surprised. "They come from the island kingdom of England."

"One more question. Why are these two kingdoms are at war?"

He sighed. "Henry VI has claimed that he is the rightful heir to the throne after the death of our beloved Charles VI. His son, Charles VII, has rightfully claimed to be the king of France." Robert said. "I need to head back to the French camp, we are heading back to Chinon to see the Dauphine. It would be my honor to escort the two of you." A war like this would have been recorded in the history of Remnant. Unless they were no longer in Remnant.

Jaune looked at Pyrrha. It seemed like they were able to communicate without words.

Pyrrha frowned. 'I don't like this.'

Jaune shrugged. 'Neither do I, but we don't have a choice.'

She gripped Milo. 'How can we trust them?'

He gave a sympathetic nod. 'I know you don't trust them, but he could have tried to attack us.'

She hesitantly nodded. 'I still don't like this… but fine.'

He gave a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. 'I know, but as long as we are together, that's all that matters.' That caused Pyrrha to smile.

"Robert, we'll take you up on that offer." Jaune said resolutely. At that Robert took his warhorse by the reins and led the two to Chinon.

A/N

Hey readers! How yall doin?

I hope you liked this chapter. Let me know what you think. I've been sitting on this awhile, not sure how this would be. I feel like I'm taking a shot in the dark here lol. If you like this story/chapter, please leave a review, follow, or favorite. This is to help me to determine if this is going the right way. If you want to talk about plot or history let me know as well (I am a history major after all.)

One more thing about the series: Major nations at play in the series:

England

France

Burgundy

Holy Roman Empire (Germany)

Italian City States

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