Disclaimer: I own Neither RWBY or Skyrim. The honour of owning RWBY is Monty Oum's and RoosterTeeth's, and Skyrim belongs to Bethesda game studios
Her eyes opened slowly, her head still sore after the events that had transpired and not knowing where she was, or rather, where she was going. As she drifted back into consciousness she realised what was happening and her eyes snapped open. She was in the back of a horse drawn cart with her hands tied together in front of her.
"So you're finally awake." She looked up to see who was speaking. Sitting directly in front of her was a man with long, blonde hair, wearing a blue sash that wraps around the quilted armour he had on underneath, with leather belts fastened around his torso, a pair of fur boots, black breeches, and a layer of chainmail underneath his quilted armour. "You were trying to cross the border right? Walked right into that imperial ambush, same as us."
"Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine before you came along. Empire was nice and lazy." The voice belonged to a thin man with red hair wearing tattered robes, sitting next to the blonde haired man. "Shut up back there." Commanded the driver.
"What's wrong with him?" the red haired man asked nodding at a man wearing fine fur armour that you would usually associate with a high lord. He had long brown hair and, just as the rest of them, had his hands tied together in front of him, the only difference being that he was gagged.
"You watch your tongue! You are speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true high king."
"Ulfric Stormcloak. But if you're here then… oh gods, where are they taking us?"
"I don't know, but Sovngard awaits."
"This can't be happening. This isn't happening."
"Where are you from, Horse thief?" the blonde man asked
"Why do you care?"
"A nord's last thoughts should be of home."
"Rorikstead. I-I'm from Rorikstead."
"And what about you, girl? Where are you from?"
"I'm from a city called Vale. It's not in Skyrim, you probably wouldn't know it."
As they approached the gates, the horse thief muttered a prayer. "General Tullius, sir." The driver called to a man with short grey-white hair, speaking to three elves in black robes. "Damn Thalmor, I bet that they have something to do with this." Said the blonde man. Both he and Ulfric were looking at the elves with looks of disgust and anger etched upon their faces. "This is Helgen. I used to be sweet on a girl from here. I wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in."
As the cart rounded a corner, the girl heard a father and his son arguing. "But I wanna watch the soldiers." The son protested. "Just go inside." Said the father before his son reluctantly did as his father said. The cart rounded another corner before stopping outside a castle and all of the prisoners started to hop off the cart and lined up in front of an imperial soldier and his captain.
"Ulfic Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm." Called the soldier. "It has been an honour Jarl Ulfric." The blonde man said beside her, as Ulfric walked off to join the crowd of gathering prisoners. "Ralof of Riverwood." The soldier called and the blonde man walked off. "Lokir of Rorikstead." The horse thief stepped forward. "No, Wait! I'm not a rebel. You can't do this." Lokir proclaimed.
"To the block prisoner!" the captain commanded, but instead of complying, he bolted, running for the gates they had entered. "Halt!" the captain yelled.
"You can't kill me." Was his response.
"Archers!" the captain called. Three bowmen responded, they notched an arrow into their bows, drew, and then loosed their arrows at him. One hit him in the thigh, and the other two hit him in the back, going straight through and bursting from his chest.
"Anyone else feel like running?" the captain yelled as the blood started to pool below Lokir's fallen body
"You there. Step forward." The soldier said and the girl did so.
The girl had black hair that turned red at the tips, and silver eyes. She was wearing black boots with red soles and laces, and a black and red dress that was now in tatters. She didn't look like a warrior but the possessions she had confiscated from her spoke otherwise.
The driver rummaged around in the chest at the front of the cart for a moment, then pulled out a large red object with black details. "She had this with her when we captured her." The driver said and pushed a button on the red and black object. The object unfolded, whirring and clanking in the process, transforming into a scythe that looked to be almost twice the size of the girl. The soldier and captain both recoiled in surprise.
"She doesn't seem to be dressed like a warrior." The soldier said
"It's a combat skirt." She retorted.
"What's your name?"
"I'm Ruby, Ruby Rose."
"How old are you?"
"I-I'm fifteen." The soldier furrowed his brow. "So this little girl took down fifteen of our men?" The captain asked the driver sceptically.
"Aye ma'am. She did." Replied the driver.
"What do we do? She's not on the list." The soldier stated. Ruby actually managed a slight smile at knowing that this man, whose name she didn't even know, was standing up for her.
"You said she took down fifteen of our men?" the captain asked the driver again.
"Aye ma'am."
"Then forget the list," the captain ordered, "she goes to the block."
Ruby's smile vanished as whatever hopes of survival she had were dashed. "For gods sakes she's only fif-"
"I said she goes to the block."
"For what it's worth, I'm sorry." The soldier said to ruby as she made her way to the crowd of gathered prisoners. The captain walked to a spot next to a priestess in orange robes. "Give them their last rights." The captain commanded. "As we commend your souls to Aetherius," the priestess said, "blessing of the eight div-"
"For the love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with." Interrupted a Stormcloak soldier who had stepped forward and was now kneeling before the block. A strange roar came from the distance, but was dismissed by the captain as she ordered the executions to continue. The captain shoved the Stormcloak onto the block as he proclaimed, "my ancestors are smiling at me imperials. Can you say the same?"
The headsman brought his axe up, and then swung it back down, separating his head from his neck.
"You imperial bastards!" a Stormcloak cried as his body fell to the side and his head rolled to the left. "Justice!" came the cry from a citizen watching the execution.
"As fearless in death, as he was in life." Came the voice of Ralof from Ruby's right.
"Next the girl in the dress." She expected it but her heart still leapt in her chest when they called her. All she could think of as she walked forward was of how much she would never be able to do.
As she knelt before the block that same roar from earlier came, but this time it was closer. Then she felt a boot push in between her shoulder blades and time seemed to slow down. 'I'll never become a huntress,' she thought 'I'll never know love. I won't even get to say goodbye to Yang or uncle Qrow.' Her head hit the block. 'I loved you guys as if you were my real family. I'm sorry I'll never tell you how I felt. I'm sorry I left. I'm sorry for not saying goodbye.' The headsman lifted his axe and her thoughts drifted to her mother. "I'm sorry I let you down, mom. Sorry I was a burden. I'm sorry I caused your death."
"Goodbye." She said as the headsman started to bring his axe down.
"What in oblivion is that!"
A/N:
Well... that was a thing. This is a story that will update infrequently but depending upon if people like it or not I could make it a habit. Otherwise I'll still keep updating it infrequently because I want to get this stuff out of my head and onto paper, or in this case, a web page. Your character doesn't have any actual dialogue apart from combat noises,grunting and groaning, and dragonshouts in Skyrim and specific speech options (or at least as far as I'm aware) and, being the lunatic I am, attempted to recreate the characters of RWBY into Skyrim so this is my way of having the characters of RWBY in the Elder Scrolls universe saying exactly what I think they would say. This is my first fan-fiction and i didn't think far enough ahead to think of a summary let alone a title, so sorry about those if they're a bit terrible.
Reviews, possible favourites and follows, and constructive criticism are gratefully accepted and in the case of constructive criticism I will try to fix my errors, (and yes i already know my grammar and punctuation are garbage) but until then, Goodbye
Sorry about some of the grammar issues,spelling mistakes and missing words. Some of the words were deleted when I copy-pasted the file from word to here, and like I said this is my first fan-fiction and I was still trying to get my head around it so it took a while to figure out how to edit my chapters. So again, sorry, and again, Goodbye.