Prologue: Welcome to Westeros


A raging storm on a late summers night is when it all happened. Thunder echoed all throughout Westeros and Essos. Fork lightning lit the black sky as the rain poured. Those without rooves over their heads covered in fear. Men out hunting took cover in caves or under large trees. Dogs howled and horses whinnied and rattled their holdings. Stable boys and men alike to the night trying to calm the beasts.

Sailors all over prayed to their Gods that their ships were left untouched. Although the ships were surrounded by water the effect of lightning was still something to be scared of. Fire, electrocution, any damage to the ship and the change of the waters around them, growing rough and wild with the storm. The threat of being thrown overboard becoming increasingly likely

Dothraki riders didn't fear the storm, they only feared their horses would bolt. What was a Dothraki without his horse after all. The brave among the horses allowed their riders to remain under cover while the lesser riders had to control the more skittish horses who pulled on the ropes. Many would break free and run during the night.

The storm only increased in its destructive nature. Sure, there would be some farmers that were thankful for the rain in the drier parts of the world. But here and there where the fork lightning would touch the ground or strike a tree, a small fire would burn. The strange thing was, that each place the lightning touched down, something was left behind.

Something, someone in each location. Dotted from beyond The Wall to the north of Westeros to the sands of Dorne in the south and across the Narrow Sea into Essos, unconscious creatures were placed. The rain that fell didn't touch them, it was like a barrier had formed around each shape that kept them warm and dry, protected from the elements. Even the flames had no effect as they licked the barrier. Trees that were torn from their roots or snapped and fell atop them were split in two creating physical barrier for when they awoke.

It was the harshest storm during that long summer and the Maesters would record it as such, a sign that winter was indeed coming. The words of house Stark were not words of intimidation, but a reminder that winter was always going to return, and after such a long summer there were children who were in the adolescence that had not experienced a winter. The same went for those who arrived on that world. They'd always experienced set winters of a few months unless they'd come from snowy regions or lived in arid climates.

But that was still a way off. The King of the Seven Kingdoms, Robert Baratheon was making his way north to Winterfell after the death of his hand. His old friend who helped him in two wars resided there, the Warden of the North, Eddard Stark. A large host of men including the entire royal family and all seven members of the King's Guard accompanied the King on the long journey north.

Said journey took several weeks thanks to the King's insistence on stopping at nearly every tavern or town along the way. The night of storm, the King was passed out from all his drinking. The host all had cover, but those on watch to protect and warn the others were given no such boon.

The winds broke branches off trees that tore into the tents. Tore the pegs from others and exposed several men to a night of frustration and anger, not that the King would care as he remained oblivious to the outside world. And as the sun rose and the King's host set off, the new members of the world waking in unfamiliar surroundings, alone.

Far beyond The Wall where the Wildlings and other creatures lived, a girl awoke. As she did the barrier she had faded and the cold winds of winter and snow that surrounded her nipped at her skin. Her ears flattened and she grabbed herself, heading for the closest cover which was nothing more than a tree. There was nothing around save for more trees and snow, it was quiet too, no birds or other wild animals made a sound.

Going south just past The Wall another of the children awoke. A boy with long black hair with a magenta streak and pale pink eyes. There were no trees around him and it wasn't as cold as the girl further north, but his skin still crawled as the icy wind gnawed at his bones through his thin clothing. Looking north a great wall of ice stood before him stretching left and right further than he could see. "I can't remember this in any textbooks".

Outside the walls of Winterfell, a certain Heiress got to her feet. She could see the old castle in the distance and before it, heading straight towards her several beings closing in quickly. She made sure her weapon was still at her side which it was. "Grimm? Dear Oum, where the hell am I?" With her blade ready, she made herself ready for combat, being a huntress in training she wasn't about to let herself be surprised.

In the mountains of the lands belonging to House Arryn, Warden of the East the youngest member of team RWBY awoke. Although the was not snow around her, the altitude made the air thin and cold, even her red cloak did little to protect her. She was still better off than those in the north though, and as figures slowly closed in she called out. "Hello! Over here!" Yelling was returned that she couldn't make out, the morning sun reflecting from their helms.

To the west and across The Trident, in The Riverlands controlled by House Tully. A girl with a golden mane made it to her feet. The ground beneath her solid, but all around it appeared to be swampy. Save for one path that lead towards smoke that was rising from behind a curtain of trees. Not one to hesitate and one who enjoys a challenge, she pressed on. Only being careful to avoid stepping off the solid path, with only the clothes on her back she'd rather not have them become soaked.

Across the waters and onto Pyke someone with a fear of water was regaining consciousness. Around him stood several men and women, all with looks of fear, anger, curiosity. Reaching for his weapon he got to his feet, only to fall on the uneven rock formation. Laughter surrounds him as the people all drew their weapons. "Hang on! What did I do? Where am I?" He yelled as he pointed his weapon and moved it back and forth.

At the Lannister stronghold of Casterly Rock, a young man with a strong build and a mace strode towards the castle. He'd already injured two men from the castle for trying to take his weapon which warranted the head of the house to make his presence known. And even here in Westeros, the boy felt intimidated simply by his presence, something about the elderly man just felt off.

The capital city of King's Landing had some damage done to it from the storm. An old house, abandoned and unoccupied was struck by fork lightning as if chosen by the gods. There, inside the ruins of the building a young woman wielding a rather large hammer forced her way out and into an unfamiliar city. The people looked at her with bewilderment. "What? I couldn't get out. The house was already broken". She said with a smile adorning her face.

Storm's End, the great fortress that held out against mighty odds during the uprising of Robert Baratheon was visited by a girl. This girl had turquoise hair and green eyes and held to her side some kind of board. She was let into the city and a raven sent to the fortress's current Lord. Renly Baratheon, the King's youngest brother.

On the island of Tarth, a woman who many considered to be rather ugly stood over a sleeping boy who wore a hooded shirt and patchy armour at best. They never said anything about her looks while she was present, those who were smart enough anyway. She gave his foot a kick which made the boy come to life. His first action was to yawn followed by an eye rub. As he started to focus he meet the woman's eyes. Armoured and hand on her hilt she wasn't taking any chances. "Where am I?" He only got a one word reply in Tarth, and it wasn't helpful at all.

The Reach controlled by House Tyrell also had a visitor. A young man of great height and strength. His green armour clinging to his left arm and clothing suited the Tyrell colours and his presence daunted many of those who saw him. Polite but quiet, he waited patiently as the Lord was fetched. As he waited he looked around the castle, he too was at a loss for where he was.

In the sands of the southernmost Kingdom of Westeros the morning was off to a different start. The men sent to investigate the strange occurrence were found dead and sitting on a rock looking somewhat confused sat a short girl with different coloured eyes and hair to match. Luckily a Prince of Dorne was with the new force and he began to convince the woman to return to Sunspear with him and his men.

In Essos on the plains of the Dothraki Sea, a shieldmaiden made her way about under the rising sun. She could already feel the heat beating down upon her. "Where am I? The desert of Vacuo or Menagerie?" She wondered as a distant village came into view. With her shield and weapon stored on her back and her bright red hair blowing in the breeze she marched towards the village. She remained on alert, keeping her eyes on her surroundings given the lack of knowledge of her current whereabouts.

With the thirteen new members awake, all face different challenges as well as learning about the new lands they've found themselves in. How will the Lords or whoever finds them react to whatever they tell them, assuming they reveal where they're from and who they are. Will the teams or individuals be able to find one another or someone they know? Or will they be forced to remain where they are, killed or imprisoned.

Only the future will tell who lives or dies and the decisions they'll make. Will they take oaths and become loyal to a single house or live freely and act however they choose until they meet their end one way or another. What will the people from Remnant do in their new world, and how will their actions affect those they encounter.


Hey there everyone. This is just a short prologue to help me gauge whether or not I should write more of the crossover between RWBY and A Game of Thrones. Let me know if you would like more, and these are just some of the characters. I already have another couple I'm trying to place in the story who will be met later.

Given that the people of Remnant that I've chosen have aura and semblances I have thought of how some of them will come into play. Stay tuned if you want to find out what impacts their "powers" will have, and their vulnerability.