A/N
Hello one and all, this is a story I've had floating in my head for a long while now. Here I am attempting to combine the fantastic and unique world of Remnant with the amazing, detailed, and extremely confusing world of the Elder Scrolls.
Now, those among who have studied the lore of TES, especially how Mundus is structured, might be wondering how I'll actually be able to explain this. Fear not my fellows who have watched one too many Fudgemuppet or Zaric Zhakaron videos, I have actually figured out a way to somewhat explain how it is possible. But that Explanation comes later.
For now, I'm going to get a few things explained right quick. First off, the year for TES is 4E 206, and for Remnant it's about a month or so before Ruby confronts Torchwich and is accepted to Beacon.
Second, I am going to be following the standard of TES as presented to us in the Lore, not in the games. For example, this chapter heavily features the Imperial City in Cyrodiil, and while in the Game Oblivion the IC only had a population of about a hundred, in here it will be closer to a Million, similar to the population of the real world City of Rome during the reign of the Caesars. In short, Tamriel and her cities are much larger. I'll also be talking about concepts such as Dragon Breaks, the Marukhati selectives, and everyone's favorite genitalia bitter Vivec. So yeah, the later chapters are going to be fun to write.
Third, because of the unique nature of TES lore, I will be taking liberties with the current state of Tamriel using sources that, while not directly contradictory to confined lore within the Games and Books, can still be classified as non-canon. However, since TES is open source with its lore, I will be adapting well known Apocrypha into this story, as well as referencing certain Mods. I will give credit for my references at the end of each Chapter.
Finally, I will be taking how everyone speaks literally. so Cyrodiilic and the common language of Remnant will both be English to us.
While there is much more I can go into, such as the events between Skyrim and the current time period, I'll save that for the story.
Now, with that out of the way, let's get this party started. Oh, and this should go without saying, but RWBY and TES is not my property. They belong to Rooster Teeth and Bethesda.
Chapter 1: Discovery
The door to the Arcane University swung open as a man flanked by two others in Akaviri style armor entered its ancient halls, drawing the attention of every Synod and College of Whispers wizard, Battlemage, and Imperial archivist in the room.
"Alright everyone. what's so important that you had to send someone to wake me up in the middle of the night and drag me halfway across the city" a young Nord in his mid-twenties said, his noble robes contradicting harshly with his less than formal attitude.
"My apologies M'lord. But the old Arch-Mage wished to see you." a Dunmeri woman wearing the robes of a member of the Synod said.
"Why? I may know a thing or two about magic, but I am no means an expe-"
"It's because I know that you'll only whine like a Khajiit kitten, and not possibly execute me like the young Emperor, Dovahkiin." a new voice joked, as two figures suddenly appeared standing atop a teleportation rune. One was the last Arch-mage of Cyrodiil's Mages Guild, an Altmer by the name of Drakano Grayore. An ancient elf close to three hundred years old with long white hair, blue eyes, and several long jagged scars, proof of his various fights with Necromancers in his youth. Now, however, he could barely put up a fight physically. His only means of defence was the equally ancient Ice Staff he leaned on for support and his arsenal of powerful spells.
The other man appeared to be a Colovian Imperial in his mid-fifties. However, his piercing yellow eyes betrayed him, to those who knew what to look for, as a Vampire. But, where most others would immediately draw their weapons and strike the man down, the Nord had meet this particular Vampire many times in the last few years, and knew him to be a cold, yet honorable man.
"Arch-mage Grayore. Count Hassildor." the Nord said, giving a slight bow.
"General Aragon, or should I say Commander due to your recent promotion, congratulations by the way.." the Vampiric Count of Skingrad said.
"Just call me Aragon for simplicity. Now, why was I called down here so late."
The old Altmer had an almost youthful fire in his eyes. "Yes, of course. Follow me please." he said as he walked to one of the doors flanking the Orrery. The Count and the Dragonborn with his Blades Guards followed close behind.
The group descended a pair of stairs before coming to a stop just in front of the watchtower. Where before them stood another portal, but this one was different from the one inside the lobby. It resembles the Oblivion Gate of old, but was made of Marble instead of demonic obsidian and blue instead of red.
Upon seeing the gate, Aragon stared down the two wizards. "Are you actually trying to start another Divines damned Daedric invasion!?""
"Of course not" Drakano responded. "Need I remind you that the good Count and I survived the Oblivion Crisis. Even helped close one that opened on the other side of Rumare."
The undead count spoke up as well. "Indeed. Do you really believe us to be so stupid that we would open a portal without making absolutely sure we were safe."
"Alright then. If you're in control, where does it lead?"
"That's the only variable we are unaware of. We do, however, know that the plane it leads to is a rather benign one, unlike the Deadlands or Coldharbour."
"So, you don't even know where it leads, only that it doesn't plan on immediately killing us. Lovely. Alright, have Battlemages surround the Gate. I don't want anyone entering or leaving that thing until the Emperor is informed." he said, only for Drakano to scratch the back of his neck. Something the Dragonborn has learned is a nervous tick the elf has.
"Drakano. what did you do?"
"I've done absolutely noth-"
At that moment, a woman in the steel armor of a University Battlemage emerged from the gate and continued running, followed closely by a large black creature that resembled one of the Northern Werewolves, only much larger with white plates covering its skin.
The mage cast a fireball spell at the beast, but went wide as it began to stalk forward. Aragon's immediate reaction was to reach down and grab hold his own sword, but it wasn't there. He cursed himself for forgetting his weapon as two balls of dark energy formed in his hands, summoning two Daedric souls from Oblivion and giving them shape in the form of duel Swords.
The dark beast lunged at the Battlemage, a primal hatred in its eyes. The Dragonborn prepared to attack the monster, but there would be no need as an Ice Spike flew past him, piercing the creatures armored head and dropping it to the ground. After a few moments, Its body began to disintegrate, leaving only black smoke as evidence of its presence.
"Gods damn it Drakano! You don't just send people into hell portals like that!" Aragon shouted, only to be ignored.
The old elf began to shuffle over to the Battlemage to make sure she was alright as Aragon released the two spectral blades and turned around to greet the new arrival, a young Breton woman with long black hair, blue eyes, and wearing the robes of the Arch-mage of Winterhold.
"Morrigan, always a pleasure." he said, greeting his friend with a smirk.
"Aragon, still getting yourself caught up in things way over your head."
"Blame the gods. They're the ones who keep throwing this type of stuff at me. Now, what in Oblivion are you doing here?"
The Breton leaned against her staff, one she claimed from Saarthal. "There is no way I'm going to miss out on this. It's the biggest discovery this Era, minus the whole Eye of Magnus thing."
"Guys, you may want to come over here." Drakano called and the two humans were quickly at his side, listening closely as the Battlemage told her tale.
"Despite how advanced the Village seemed to be, the creatures began to swarm them. I know I was under orders to remain hidden, but I couldn't just watch as they were slaughtered. So I revealed myself. In the end, I had exhausted my Magicka reserves, but fought the creatures off. The Townspeople called me a Huntress and thanked me for saving them. I tried to tell them that I wasn't, but they didn't believe me. From what I've gathered, magic doesn't exist in there realm, or at least in the traditional sense. Instead, this is what they use to perform something akin to magic." she said, passing the Elf a blue crystal. Drakano and Count Hassildor began to examine it religiously.
"Magic in a crystalline form... is it a welkynd stone of some kind?" The Vampire asked the Battlemage
"No, sir. From what I saw during the attack, these crystals, known as Dust, is used for powering their machines and allows them to use what I can only describe as Destruction magic."
The Arch-mage suddenly pocketed the crystal.
"You've done the University and the Empire proud. Go, get some rest."
"Thank you Arch-mage." she said, bowed to the Count and Dragonborn, then headed off towards the Mage's quarters.
"Janis, Morrigan. Will you two be darlings and watch the Gate while the Commander here and I go pay a visit to the Emperor."
"Of course, we'll make sure nothing comes out. Right Count?" The Breton said, and Hassildor gave an annoyed grunt.
"Never change, my friend." Drakano said as he began to head towards to bridge to the city, Aragon in tow.
Emperor Martin Julius Mede was a man who had the reputation outside the Empire as a bloodthirsty tyrant. A reputation that is largely false. While the man can be harsh, and even cruel at times. That cruelty only extends to enemies of the Empire and the people. Bandits, Corrupt Nobles, and Dominion spies have all been jailed and at times executed. But to the commoners, he is nothing but fair, and is loved by citizens, soldiers, and the honest politicians alike.
Despite this, Aragon didn't want want to wake the sleeping Dragon. Luckily, the man was still awake, reading over the new treaty between the Empire and the recently reformed Elsweyr Confederacy. Since the Khajiit broke away from the Dominion, it was the man's goal to secure an alliance. One he finally succeeded in achieving.
The duo began to inform the young Emperor of what had transpired. Martin resembled his namesake greatly. He had shoulder length brown hair and tanned skin. However, his eyes where a deep blue. The man, during the talks, sat down and took a sip of brandy out of his goblet.
"Drakano. Please explain to me again how this happened and how you managed to open an Oblivion Gate?" He sighed
"Certainly, sire. But it's not exactly an Oblivion Gate. Similar concept to be sure, but not the same. It's the culmination of over two hundred years of work, experimentation, and theories."the Elf began, and the two younger men knew they were in for a long tale.
"You see, when I was a boy, many moons ago, I loved reading about the Interregnum and the Three Banners War. But one thing about the time period struck me harder then the rest. The Planemeld. After reading about the Dark Anchors opening up, I became obsessed with the possibility of opening up similar portals to other realms. However, there was one issue. Do you know what that would be, my Young Emperor." the Elf said, leaning back in his seat as he smoked a Tobacco pipe.
"The power source. The Oblivion Gates where kept open by Sigil Stones, which were powerful enough to open the portal and keep it stabilized. Hence why portals and teleportation on Nirn requires the distance to be relatively short and can only transport a few people at a time. We don't, or at least didn't, have anything strong enough to power it. " Martin responded.
"Precisely my lord. That was my issue for decades until a solution, sadly in the form of a great calamity, presented itself. During Four Thirty-Three, an Imperial man wearing the armor of a Kvatch guard entered the Arcane University. This man was Brandonus Aries, the hero of Kvatch of course, and after he spoke with our archivist Tar-meena, he and I spoke at length about the Gates. He described the great tower to me, and even sold me the stone he pulled from the Kvatch gate. That moment is when I knew that my dream could be achieved. The following weeks saw me buying up every sigil stone I could that was pulled from the Gates. Black Marsh, especially, was a reliable source. And while I began to study them, I learned that there were in fact six types of stones."
This time, Aragon spoke up. "Descendant, Subjacent, Latent, Ascendant, Transcendent, and Great sigil stones."
"Correct. While Great sigil stones were rarely ever successfully pulled out, the rest were in abundance. Some stones were more powerful than the last, yet only a Descendant was actually needed to keep a gate open. Upon learning that, I began to take the more powerful stones and drain their energy into specially designed soul gems, effectively making scores of Descendant stones. And with the proper power supply, I could finally begin working on portals and such. I began collaborating with all the great wizards that has lived in the past two centuries. Telvanni wizards, Breton warlocks, Cyrodilic Mages, hell I even spoke with Narafiin before the whole Aldmeri Dominion thing happened, and a few more times while the City was under their control, though that was mainly him using part of my research to aid him in the culling ritual."
The ancient Elf then got up and walked over to the Emperor, producing the blue crystal and handed it to the boy.
"And this, my friend, is proof that my research wasn't for naught. My Battlemage specifically said that the denizens of that realm uses these crystals to power their machines and to use magic without draining Magicka. Imagine what we can learn from them, what advances we can make. Sir, all I'm asking for is a few men and your permission to enter and speak with them."
The young Emperor was silent, before he got up and walked towards a map hanging on the wall. It showed the current borders with the Dominion and the Empire.
"Drakano, as I'm sure you're aware we are still recovering from the second war."
"Of course, my liege."
"We somehow managed to push them back to Valenwood, only because the Khajiit revolted. If I give you permission to enter, and some Legionnaires to act as guards, that means less men on the front. Can you assure me that I will not regret sending men with You?"
"My Lord, it will take the Thalmor time to build another force up. I believe there will not be any assault, at least for the foreseeable future. And yet, this world might finally provide us with a means to force them to submit. Maybe even without bloodshed."
Martin turned around and looked the Elf in the eyes. "This will be a difficult decision, and both courses of action has pros and cons. Yet, the Nine have not lead me astray during my short time as Emperor."
He sighed then turned his gaze upon the Dragonborn.
"Tomorrow morning, begin to gather a Century from your Legion here in the City and your Blades. I'll also have a contingent of Shadow Legion Battlemages join you."
"As you wish my Emperor, so it will be done."
Suddenly, Drakano spoke up.
"Does this mean that you're letting us go inside the gate?" He asked
"Of course, my friend. This is your life's work After all. Now go and prove your discoveries worth. You set out in two days."
"Thank you my lord." The elf said, a hint of youthful joy could be heard as he got up and practically ran out of the room to make preparations.
The two younger men chuckled before Aragon turned to Martin.
"I've never seen him act this way before." He said
"The Great War changed him, from what Father and Grandfather told me. But it seems like this project finally succeeding has restored his childlike attitude that I've only heard about."
Martin then got up and began ushering Aragon out the door.
"Go, you have a long day ahead of you. Give Serana my regards."
"Of course, my Emperor. Good Night." Aragon said as he left the room.
The next day saw Aragon constantly running between the Palace, the Legion HQ in the Prison District, and the University as he prepared his men to enter the Gate.
A Century of Legion light infantry, wearing the studded armor the Nords he had served with during the Civil War had favored, as well as a small squad of Battlemages, Foresters, dedicated Archers, and two Blades agents were all gathered near the Gate to the different world. Also present was Drakano and Morrigan who were extremely excited to join this expedition.
Aragon himself was wearing the so called Heroic Imperial Armor. An ornate take on the current steel armor worn by the Legions heavy Infantry. As he prepared to put his helmet on, a pale hand was placed on his shoulder.
"Serana, I was wondering when you would show up." He said, turning around.
"You didn't think you could go visit another world without me, did you?" she said with a coy smirk.
"Of course you where going to come. I mean it seems like you can't go a day without annoying me." The Nord responded, hiding his grin. While the two would make fun of each other constantly, they had both risked their necks to save the other on multiple occasions. And he was honestly glad she was joining them.
The woman was dressed in her usual royal Volkihar outfit, but had her father's sword on her hip. Her hood was also up, protecting her from Magnus' gaze.
"So, when do we set out?" she asked.
"Impatient much"
"Very."
"Don't worry, it won't be too much longer." He said, and as if right on que Martin arrived. There was no fanfare or anything to signal his arrival, he was just there.
"Loyal sons and daughters of the Empire, I'll keep this brief. Beyond this Gate is another realm, and your mission is to enter said realm, set up a camp from which to launch expeditions to find more of this." he pulled the blue crystal from within his pocket and held it high so all those present could see it.
"Arch-Mage Drakano Grayore has assured me that this will and crystals like it will be instrumental to advancing our civilization and possibly even provide a way for us to push back the Dominion once and for all. You have each been chosen to take part in this historic expedition into the unknown, and I envy each if you. May the Nine protect you in this great endeavour." He finished and began to walk towards the Gate and stood next to it.
"I guess this is where the fun begins." Aragon said to himself before turning to one of the Blades, his friend Erik the Slayer.
"Erik, your with Serana. If anything happens, your mission is to help her and get her back to the Gate."
"Of course sir, but what about you?" the young man responded, while Serana muttered something under her breath
"Don't worry, I've got Inago to watch my back." He said, getting a grin out of his discolored Khajiit friend.
"Do not worry Erik, I'll keep an eye on him. You just make sure the eye you have on Serana isn't only focused down her shirt." He said, causing the young Nord to blush.
"Alright you two, settle down. Let's go." Aragon said, as he waved for the three to follow him. As soon as the Imperials saw them moving, they all formed up. Legionnaires up front, Archers behind them, and the Battlemages would pull up the rear while mounted Foresters would be on the flanks. At the head of the formation, Aragon and Serana, joined by their the guards and the Arch-Mages, mounted their own stress and began to march forward, into the abyss.
The feeling of walking through a portal was a strange one. The best way the Imperials could describe it was is if they had walked under a waterfall, but had not gotten wet. That was what the force had felt as they emerged on the other side of the Gate, an empty field surrounded by a lush forest.
"Alright ladies and gentlemen, go ahead and start setting up camp!" He ordered. "I'm leaving Drakano in charge for the time being while I go pay a visit to that nearby village, see if we can get our bearings. Inago, you're with me. So is the Battlemage who first entered the gate. Where is she?"
"I'm right here sir." a familiar voice called from behind him. The woman seemed much calmer now, and had seen to it that she was going to be prepared this time as evidence by the various vials of Magicka potions on her belt.
"I need you to lead the way. Any volunteers to let her borrow their horse!"
"She can take Sanguis." Serana called. Sanguis was her horse gifted to her by Aragon shortly after the death of Harkon. The steed was pitch black, and almost seemed cursed, as if Serana's dark nature had rubbed off on it. Despite this, he was a loyal horse.
The woman swung herself up and into the saddle. "Alright, follow me." she said, instantly speeding off at a full gallop. Aragon tapped his horse with the heels of his boots, commanding his own horse, Anigma, to follow close behind with Inago at his side.
"So, what is your name anyway?" Aragon asked as he caught up to her.
"Edreanna Discount." she responded. "Why do you ask?"
"So I can put a name to your face and not just call you Battlemage. Now, how far is this village?"
"Not far, just past this treeline" she pointed off infront of them. "You should be able to see the houses just through that treeline."
The Dragonborn squinted, and sure enough saw buildings. Moments later, they exited the woods and were on the outskirts of the silent town.
The Khajiit was the first to attempt to enter, but Edreanna raised her hand to stop him.
"Something's not right here. There was children laughing and playing when I first came here, while the adults worked. It was full of life. Yet there's nothing now."
The Dragonborn had to agree, his fit was telling him something was off.
"You two wait in the treeline, I'll head into the town to see what's up."
"But sir, what if it's an ambush?"
"I'll be fine. You know I've handled worse. Now go." he said, galloping into the township.
It seemed like it was full of life earlier that day, but something sudden happened to stop him.
Suddenly, there was a lot of clicking noises, and the familiar sound of weapons being drawn.
"Oh for the love of-"
Two scores of armed men and women soon flooded out of nearby buildings, all armed with unique weapon.
"Be quiet Huntsman. Stay calm and do exactly what we tell you to do and you just might make it out of here alive." one figure boomed, a hulk of a man who would have been mistaken for an Orc if his face wasn't revealed. He was wearing a black suit of armor with light blue accents, and an impressive, yet oversized Axe swung over his shoulders.
The Dragonborn looked around, and sighed. "I'm surrounded, outnumbered, and caught in a bad position." he thought to himself as his arm tightened around his sword, Dawnbreaker, before he suddenly drew it and dismounted.
"Then it's an even fight."
Post A/N
Sources of other work.
Mods
Indigo follower mod- Smartbluecat
Immersive armors- Hothtrooper44
Apocrypha
A Visitor's Guide to the Imperial Providence- Saint Jiub