"Hi" human speech

( Hi) human thinking

" Die Human" Demon or powerful being speech

( This one is strong) Demon or powerful being thoughts.

" Young hollow" Aldia's speech

(_here_) points of interest.

This story is based after the events of Dark Souls 2 Scholar of the first sin and just before team Rwby is formed at beacon.

The character for this was inspired by my own play through of Dark Souls one and two along with Guts from Berserk. Why I didn't just do a Berserk crossover is far beyond me but I love Guts style of fighting. The down side is that the main character of this story won't be as bad ass as Guts, nor will he look like him.

Most of the story will take places in the world of RWBY or rather Remnant with a few added elements to beef up the story.

This story may contain references from King's Field Games, Dark Souls, Blood Borne, Demon Souls and the Berserk Manga. Any material used belongs to their respective owners and will be addressed when brought up.

( Story begins.)

Chapter 1 The new horizon.

"There is no path. Beyond the scope of light, beyond the reach of Dark. Yet we seek it insatiably, such is our fate." - Aldia Scholar of the first sin.

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(What the hell am I doing?) The warrior thought as he brought his great black sword horizontally through a wolf or rather a were-wolf like creature.

The black blade severed the creatures waist from its torso as it sliced through whatever the dark creature called flesh. He noticed movement to his left and rolled to the side in order to avoid another were-wolf lunging at him. With cat like reflexes he threw a knife only to have it bounce off the offending creatures face plate. Briefly disoriented it shook it's massive head before settling it's blood red eyes back upon on him while snarling menacingly.

( Well that didn't work! ) He brought up his sword wielding it with both hands and ran towards the beast. His throat let out a mighty roar as he swung the blade downward; however the beast jumped backwards and watched the blade smash into the ground. Was it his imagination or did the creature seem to smile as the tip buried in the earth causing a dirt cloud to form.

( Had to be some kinda damn dog again! ) Cursing mentally when he noticed the were-wolf baring its fangs as it crouched. It sprang at him dispersing the dirt cloud around them as its massive body hurled towards him. The warrior growled' exerting his full strength to uproot the blade from the ground and swung it upward causing it to cleave the monster in half as it sailed through the air sending a red wave of blood down upon him.

However just at the last second a third were-wolf sent it's claws onto plated armor and scraped his left shoulder making him lurch forward. He quickly brought his vision around and did not see just one monster but instead many more coming from the woods at the far edge. The monster that had attacked him earlier made it's way for another slash but the warrior brought the blade forward in a thrust.

If the beast had any from of rational thought it would have noticed the sheer size of the black sword the warrior wielded as it pierced it's gullet. The blade was black as onyx with a golden hilt and a faintly dim red mark peering out from the center of the blade. When the metal of the blade slid through the creature's innards the burn could be comparable to pure fire as it seared the monster. The life force seeped out as the monster slowly died on the blade, looking up at the warrior one last time before sub coming to it's own black death.

He pulled the blade free just in time to bring another swing vertically down on the closest creature assaulting him. As the the blade landed onto it's head the weight of the blade smashed the creature's skull and everything in it as it connected.

The warrior's eyes darted to the on coming horde as they quickly began to surround him. He looked out amongst the sea of red glowing eyes, the air around him felt hot from their breath as their snarling growls did little to intimidate him. His mind swiftly assessed his situation he couldn't help but notice the creature's varied some in size with some of them appeared bulkier, and had more spike's jutting out of their bodies than their brethren. The only thing they seemed to share singularly was the sheer blood lust in their eyes that were solely focused on him.

"COME ON WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!" His voice cut through the air enraging the horde even more.

Their answer to his challenge was swift. Five of the smaller were-wolves converged to charge at him viciously. He griped his sword firmly making the leather padding on his palms creek as they drew closer and lifted the black sword off his shoulder holding it with both hands. Slowly he exhaled as he prepared to deliver his retort.

Moving without hesitation he stomped his left foot firmly and spun his body around bringing the blade with him, thus using the momentum of the swing he brought the massive blade back around in order to cleave not one, not two but all five of the black were-wolf creature's. Blood and entrails soon coated his plated armor but just as it landed it evaporated causing a black wisp like smoke to leave off his armor.

This sudden action caused the horde to flinch and move away from him as he panted from the strain of his killing blow. He kept his eyes on them as he slowly lifted his sword back onto his shoulder awaiting their next action. But strangely the horde did nothing not even the beastly snarls they were sending his way continued.

" IS THAT ALL YOU WHELPS HAVE TO OFFER ME!" He brought his shoulder's up and displayed his plated chest proudly in his own way of intimidation in a way to provoke them.

"Rrrrrrooooaaarrrr"

What he got however was a thunderous roar he did not recognize coming from behind him. Responding to this the wolf like creatures turned in the same direction and after a pregnant pause some of the smaller creature's began to bolt in one direction back into the woods with some even bumping into him. The larger ones drifted back to face him but he noticed that their attention wasn't solely just on him anymore.

( What in the abyss?) He thought as he watched the last of the runty wolves run into the woods leaving him to contend with the much bolder ones while waiting for whatever was heading his way.

The sounds of heavy foot steps made him narrow his eyes behind his helmet as he braced for this new threat. Emerging from the mist lined forest a massive bear like creature made it's way towards him, he quickly scanned it's feature's for any weakness. The bear had numerous bone plates and spikes adorning it's body. A bone plate covered it's head just like the were-wolves he was fighting against. However he noticed that there were red marking's starting form the center of it's skull- like plate that swerved outward, then inward and around it's eyes as if to frame them.

"Rrrrrrooooaaarrrr"

The bear like creature stood up to it's full height, towering over him as it roared again this time causing a brief shock wave of pure sound to push the dirt and wind past him. However the warrior did not show fear but rather he grinned savagely behind his helmet as he looked at the creature and brought the blade into a ready stance.

( Finally! Things are getting more fun for me!)

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A lone horse drawn carriage was moving through the dense fog that settled in the area. An old grey haired man was squinting as he struggled to keep his horses on the path that could barely be seen. Along to escort him were three much younger men wearing various armored attire no doubt to guard him as he drove the cart. Two of the guards could be seen sitting in the back while the third sat next to the old man holding a lantern up high in an attempt to cut through the fog. The three were quiet as they moved through the open field the only sound that could be heard was the clanking of hooves from the horses.

" I'm not liking this fog Ernie! Surly you know where your going!" the guard sitting next to the old man spoke up.

" Quit your moaning and hold that damn lamp up. I lived in these parts since even before you were born and I'm not paying you all to whine all the way back." The old man responded as he snapped the horses rain's.

" You barley even pay us at all. " a third voice came out from the back making the old man look back and glare at the second guard whose hood seemed to cover much of his face.

" Youngster's these days have no respect. I tell ya back in my day we didn't...

"Rrrrrrooooaaarrrr"

The Carriage came to a sudden halt as the horses and the humans froze at the loud roar they just heard. The guard sitting next to the old man quickly used his lamp to shine the light in any direction in hopes of finding the source of the noise. However all that they could see was the white fog that hindered their vision. The last two griped their weapons and sat up as they waited and looked about as the whole field went silent.

" What the hell was that? Grim!?" one of the guards whispered

" Hush! Listen you fools!" the old man held up his hand to single them to remain quiet.

"Rrrrrrooooaaarrrr"

Time itself seemed to crawl to an stand still as they waited for whatever made the beastly sound. Eventually after a minute or two of waiting a third noise was heard only this time it sounded like something moving through the fog. When the movement became more pronounced as it reached their ears making them focus on the direction they were hearing it from.

Soon one sound became several as they started getting closer causing the horses to nae and become jittery as they sensed something was coming their way. The old man spotted the out line of something moving towards them from the fog and his eyes widen when he saw it was a were-wolf like creature.

" WE GOT BEOWOLVES COMING!" the old man said as he pointed his finger in the creature's direction making the three guards turn and look to where he was pointing at..

" Grim! Now of all time's and we were almost home!"

" Shut up and get your weapons ready!" the third guard said in a deep voice making the other two snap into attention and held their weapons at the ready.

The Beowolf was not only one however as they soon spotted several more coming through the fog. The Guard with the lantern looked at them in fear as he saw the pack of the creature's making their way towards the group. He screamed briefly and pulled the trigger on the gun he was using in the other hand and sent a round whizzing past the beowolves. But they didn't even react as they ran in the carriage's direction.

The old man narrowed his eyes as he gripped the rifle at his side and held it up as his trained eyes quickly fell onto one of beowolves but as he was about to fire the pack split in two and both sides soon moved around the carriage making him stop and stare at the monsters. rather than mow over the carriage in numbers the beasts were only fleeing past them

" Hey their not attacking what's up with that?" The second guard spoke up as they watched the last of the beowolves kept moving even until the group could no longer see their forms. The four men stared at direction of the beowolves for several seconds in disbelief until they turned to look at each other.

" I never heard of grim doing that. They didn't even so much as look at us. Their were nine of them I think." one of the guards said as he placed a hand over his eyes as he tried to peer past the fog.

" Almost like they were running from something." the old man said as he turned and faced the direction they had ran form.

" We should should just leave this area quickly before they come back.?"

The old man ignored his passengers as he griped the reins again and signaled the horse to move, this time however he made them head in the direction the beowolves had previously came from. One of the guards noticed this and gripped the old man's shoulder making him lean his head back and turn a ear towards the guard while also keeping his eyes forward.

"Where are you going?" the guard demanded.

" Don't worry we're not far off but I'm curious in what spooked all them beowolves." the old man answered.

" You kidding? We just saw a bunch of grim run to the hills and you want to see what they were running from?"

The cart continued to move through the foggy field despite the protest from the nervous guardsmen. Eventually the sounds of something whistling through the air was soon followed by a bestial howl or a yelp could be made out as they got closer. One of guards stepped up beside the old man as he focused out into the distance when the sounds of human yelling soon followed.

" I'm starting to hear something or maybe someone out there?"

" What?" The guard holding the lantern turned to face the second making it lantern clank form the sudden movement.

" I think there is someone out there and their fighting the Grim."

" AAARRRGGGHHH" A loud yell soon tore through the air but unlike the ones from beasts this one could clearly be determined to be from a human.

"Then we haven't got much time!" the old man gripped the reins and gave them a flick. The snap made the horsed pick up seed and shifting the guards as they held on to keep from falling.

The sounds of battle could definitely be heard as they moved in it's direction but the fog wasn't thin enough to tell the distance. The group could now hear the scraping of sharp claws along with metal cutting flesh making one of the guards grip his weapon when his nerves worked against him. However right when a sound akin to something tearing skin followed by a painfully loud bestial roar echoed through the fog of forest, it suddenly went silent. The old man pulled the reins of the cart when they could no longer hear the noises guiding them. Only the unsettling salience that seemed to show that the world had somehow grown still.

Soon the guard in the hood sniffed the air for a few moments before pointing in one direction making the rest follow his finger.

" There's a scent of blood in that direction. A lot of blood." The hooded guard said softly.

" That's not good. You don't think that someone..."

" Lets just keep going until we find out." the old man moved the cart again in the direction of the where the hooded guard was pointing.

When the fog suddenly cleared they looked around and saw what could only be described as a battle field. The dispersing masses of black showed them that many Grim had been slain, their bodies breaking apart and scattering into the wind. Among the bodies they noticed blotches of red staining the grass in small patches that seemed to follow a pattern. When the group followed the patterns of blood they soon saw a large dead tree out in the middle of the field with a massive Grim dispersing near it's base.

" That scent of blood is strongest over there." The hooded guard said making the old man move the cart closer to the tree.

What they found was a warrior in what looked like black set of plated armor sitting on the ground with his back leaning against the truck of the tree. The group soon disembarked form the cart and moved cautiously towards the warrior and upon getting closer they could clearly see sliver marking's displayed across the armor in a decorative manner. Moving their eyes they saw in his left hand was a massive onyx blade with a golden hilt that was just as large as the warrior wielding it.

" You mean to tell me he killed all of these things with just a sword?" One of the guards moved his eyes away to look at all of the Grim's remains just before they finally dispersed.

They noticed blood seeping out onto the plates from holes and slash marks in the armor but the largest source was coming from the right arm that was twisted and mangled, a clear sign that it was broken as it laid on the ground, the blood trickling onto the soil.

The guard that was still holding onto the lantern moved closer and looked across the armor. Moving his hand into one of his pouches he pulled out a small mirror and held it up in front of the visor of the warriors helmet. He waited for a few seconds but noticed that there was no condensation on the mirror and shook his head as he put it away.

" No breath. Poor guy mustn't bleed to de- ooff!"

A sharp in take of air from the warrior was quickly followed by a plated fist smashing into the guards face making him fall onto the ground from the sudden punch sent into the unsuspecting man. The old man quickly moved towards the warrior and tried to steady him when he saw the warrior struggle to move.

" Easy there son! Your safe just try to keep calm your still bleeding. You two get Mickey up and get this guy into the cart." the old man said as he looked at the men standing behind him still shocked on the fact the guy was still breathing.

" Damn guy broke my noise Earnie!" the now named Micky said with a nasally tone just as one of his fellow guards helped him up.

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The warrior's vision wasn't at it's fullest as he perceive the world around him in nothing but faintly blurred images. He noticed a few shapes moving towards him and when they went to stabilize him rather then attack him he determined that must be least sane humans. They were muttering words but he couldn't quite understand them as he heard the plates move like something was trying to lift him up.

" Come on try to get him into the back."

" What is this guy's armor made out, it's like trying to lift a boulder."

He slowly notice that he was moving when his vision soon faced the sky but it didn't matter for his mind soon drifted on the line of unconsciousness.

An image appeared before his mind's eye showing him a long green hooded cloak with the tail of it fluttering briefly as if a small breeze was blowing it.

" Alright lift him into the back here and then go get his sword, I'll stay here so I can at least stop the bleeding."

He heard his back plate land on something hard and shortly after the sound of the straps that held his armor together being undone followed as the plates were slowly removed. His mind didn't even register the pain his body must have gone through, most likely in attempt to keep him from passing out from his injuries. The muttering of the those around were faint as he tried to keep himself conscious. A loud clank came next to him followed by more voices that he still couldn't understand.

The image of the green cloak soon appeared again this time as the world around the figure just turned dark in his vision. The warrior lifted his hand towards the cloak figure in an attempt to draw it closer as a feeling of longing and comfort came from seeing the cloak.

The hood figure turned in his direction to show a face of a young woman with dark red hair covering one eye. He began feeling a sense of hope along with happiness rush over him as he gazed upon her single brown eye. He stretched his fingers and tried to speak but the noises that came were not but painful moans. Suddenly another hand not his own gripped his and squeezed as to reassure him but he kept his eyes on the woman as she slowly moved her mouth to speak. Her image slowly faded but he could still hear her speak as his mind finally drifted into unconsciousness.

" Bearer of the Curse. Long have I awaited for one such as you. One who could shatter the shackles of fate, One who could set me free..."

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Well that's the start of the story and I know this is only the first chapter but my buddies and I are hoping to get more out to you while also working on our other projects. As time goes on I predict that some of you more familiar with the RWBY universe might point out some oddities at times. To warn you we might change some things to better suite our story but we will try to keep it as close to cannon as possible. I hope the people viewing this are able to enjoy our story and if not then at least we tried.

Next time Chapter two: The world beyond.

See y'all next time.