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^Vale airspace, airship en route to Beacon Academy^
Why! Why was I cursed with motion sickness!?
Jaune was currently rethinking if it was worth faking his credentials to enter Beacon Academy. Sure he could now start his dream of becoming a Huntsman and live up to the Arc name. But if becoming a huntsman meant constant flying, then maybe, just maybe, opening up the first Arc bakery wasn't such a bad idea after all. He destroyed the thought, thinking about how his sisters would react if they found out he quit this early. Besides, there were bigger worries at the moment... Like keeping the vomit from getting out. He pushed himself away from the supportive wall and started stumbling down the main deck. Sadly at that moment, air turbulence struck, and he vomited out in the open. "Oh man, now everyone is gonna make fun of me, well it can't get worse than thi—!" Jaune slammed his hands in front of his mouth, stopping himself from finishing the sentence and dooming himself further.
"Yang, you have vomit in your hair! Ew ew ew!"
"MY HAIR!? I'LL BREAK YOUR FACE, VOMIT BOY!"
I'm doomed! Okay, take a breather, and do the usual sorry routine! Sure girls have a special thing for their hair, but no girl would actually 'kill' fo—IS THAT RED EYES!? WHEN DID SHE GET THOS— the girl's clenched fist ended his thoughts for good.
^Estalia 2519 IC, city of Magritta^
A young Diestro ran through the streets and killed any Skaven he could find. Half the city burned in green warp fire, and bells sounded out in alarm from the temples of Myrmidia. Everywhere was total chaos with human Estalians fighting against the Ratmen known as Skaven. "My rapier will sing tales of your screams, furred-scum! Not only do you DARE attack Magritta, my birthplace. You DARE do it when I was celebrating the king rewarding me with the title of Hidalgo!? Myrmidia damn you all! Do you know how long it took me to return from Lustria!?"
His shout was heard throughout the cobblestone street, making a horde of clanrats stop their plundering. "Kill-eat the manthing!" Screamed a shrill voice and the horde was upon him.
The swashbuckler, with the overblown cavalier hat, stopped and readied his posture. "Perfect, I was wasting energy running. Now know the name of JUAN, because it will be ME, who sends you to Myrmidia's tribunal!" He turned his body and placed his right foot in front of him, then shifted his left foot behind it so the heels were slightly apart. His sword arm arose to shoulder level, making his cup hilt rapier parallel to the ground and pointed directly at the beasts half his size.
The clanrats stopped in their tracks, something instinctual telling them to flee from certain death. Juan saw it, smirked, and mockingly placed his left hand behind his back. "To give you a shot at ending my life, I will refrain from using my left hand. Now come on! You shall be fodder for my sweet little kitten."
This was the warpstone that broke the Skaven slave's back, and with rage fueled vigor they resumed their charge. The first Skaven to come into range got beheaded with a swipe. The second Skaven raised his shield in preparation for the next swipe, only for the Diestro to sidestep to the left while turning his body to cut off its head from behind. Now with his back exposed, the third Skaven seized the moment and thrust his spear into the defenseless back.
"Predictable!"
To the horror of the Skaven, Juan immediately stabbed his rapier downwards his back, making the rusty spear parry off the flat side of his rapier. The spear-wielding clanrat dropped his spear and fell down in terror, cursing that he did not listen to his instincts telling him to flee against the monster in the skin of a swordsman.
The Diestro raised the bloody rapier up for all the Skaven to see, and with a swift cut, made a line of blood between them. "I've finished my trigonometry calculations. There is no hope for you, cross this line, and I will exterminate you. " He slowly turned his head over his shoulder and gave them a glare that backed his words.
The Skavens that were not on the ground, permanently or otherwise, turned around and ran like the Screaming One was after them.
San Pedro's beard! If Maestro Jerónimo ever finds out I let my back be wide open, he's gonna sell my bottom to an Arabian emir! Yet, I did save valuable energy by scaring off these rats, even if I had to use those useless Tilean theatrical moves. I mean, why are heads getting chopped off more frightful than arteries getting cut? He looked down on the lone clanrat and pointed his rapier at the Skaven heart. Remove the pillars and everything crumbles down.
"Tell me why you are here, and I'll release you."
The clanrat started nodding rapidly. "Of course, most prodigious Juan-swordmaster! You already killed my clawleader yes-yes, but I've overhear secret things. Master Narshift is here for great book in temple of surface goddess and came before the rest of the Skavendom!"
Juan studied the Skaven for any signs of deceit. "Very well! I thank you for your service, little rat." He smiled at the Skaven who relaxed. "Now I shall release you from your sin! The sin of existence!" The ratman only managed to widen his eyes before he was pierced through the heart.
We've survived Pirates, Dark elves, and the undead! You vermin scum are nothing compared to that! Myrmidia's tome of wisdom will NEVER fall into heathen control! He spat on the dead ratman and ran towards the archecclesiatium, not noticing a black-clad watcher from above.
It was impossible to live in Estalia and not know of the magnificent archecclesiatium of the cult of Myrmidia. Every day, pilgrims from all over the world traveled to the massive temple, hoping to catch a peek of the holy book written by goddess Myrmidia herself when she walked among man. The book's value was said to number at amounts fit for buying kingdoms and thus was constantly coveted by anyone who did not fear Myrmidia wrath. Which meant everything from the simple arrogant pickpocket, to the Celestial Dragon Emperor of Cathay himself. The reason why it was still in Magritta after 2000 years was because of the unfathomable amount of safeguarding around it.
Four powerful barracks surrounded the archecclesiatium. Each dedicated to a powerful military force in Estalia. Namely, the Knights of the Righteous Spear; the Knights of the Blazing Sun; the Sisters of Fury; and lastly the feared army of the Inquisition, the Black Order. Should the threat come from the air, then the master marksmen of the King's Guard and a number of sanctioned Magi would deal with it from the terracotta rooftops.
Juan would have laughed at the thought of any army trying to steal the book of Wisdom, but the Skaven had not come as any normal army. No, they had attacked by using gruesome mechanical contraptions that drilled out of the ground and exploded in green fire. Afterward hundreds of Skaven rushed out of the newly made tunnels. He himself had just been in the local tavern with the ship crew from Lustria when the tavern doors exploded inwards and ratmen poured in. Luckily there is nothing more violent than angry marines and an even angrier Diestro and they were quickly dealt with. I hope the men are alright, I did give them free rein to go and find their loved one. He sliced a Skaven in half that jumped down from above. So this attack on the city is just to cause chaos while the mastermind steals the book before the main force of Skaven arrives! Clever rats I must say, but you miscalculated something! A fanatical grin showed on the duelist's face. You've angered Myrmidia, and now she has sent me to bring retribution! Suddenly a stormvermin with a halberd appeared out of an alleyway.
Or not!
He threw away his rapier and dive rolled forward, barely missing decapitation from the halberd swing. Instincts took over and he continued the roll back on his feet and saw three halberd-wielding stormvermin. "Master Nashift says that you manthings have great-sharp weapons, but we will look later-after we eat-kill you." The gravelly voice came from the Skaven in the middle, and Juan gathered that this was probably the leader of the three armored rats.
"So you're after some Estalian steel? Can't say I blame you, seeing how terrible your weaponry is. Anyhow, that was a fast cleave you did, I almost lost my hea—?" A beautiful bisected feather drifted through the air before landing on the ground. Instantly his hand shot up to his feathered cavalier hat only to find the feather in half. "No! That was a rare Thunderbird feather I got from my adventures into Lustria!" He pulled his hat down his eyes started stamping the ground in temper tantrum.
The stormvermin started giving a massive toothy laugh, extremely pleased with the surface dweller's suffering. "You manthings with your useless things! How could a hat be use—!" Two booming shots shattered the joyful mood, and the Skaven leader opened his eyes to see two smoking pistols in the hands of the now blinded Diestro. He looked to his sides, only to see his fellow stormvermin crumbled over dead, shot through the mouth.
"Useless things?" The Diestro used one of his still smoking guns to push up the side of his hat and gave a one-eyed glare. "Perhaps others do, but I did not stay alive for so long by wearing useless things."
"I'LL KILL-EAT YOUR STILL BEATING HEART, MANTHING!" The infuriated ratman roared in anger and charged.
Juan holstered his pistols, pulled out his main gauche dagger and countercharged. "What you laughed at! Will be your undoing!" He then threw his hat in the face of the Skaven, blinding him, before stabbing through the hat into the unarmored mouth of the stormvermin.
"Glgh!?" The black ratman fell down with the hat lodged on firmly by the dagger.
"I've cut your lingual veins, you will experience a slow and painful death drowning in your own blood." The Diestro went over and picked up his rapier before returning to the drowning stormvermin. "But you did manage to cut my prized feather, so I'll reward you with a quick death and my hat." He stabbed the Skaven through its brain, killing it instantly.
Juan strode over to the rats that got shot, turned them over, and nodded with a smile; the bullets had penetrated their helmets and left big see-through holes in their heads. Now, this might just be the shabbiness of their metalwork, but I think these Skeggi cartridges give a bit of an extra oomph to my conquistador pistols! Even though the priest warned me about having them in my hands for more than two minutes...
He then sat down on the largest of the dead stormvermin and began the dull work of reloading his pistols. First, a pinch of black powder, like you would salt a kroxigor steak. Then place a thick cotton patch, lubed in troll fat, on top of the muzzle. Now pick up one of the pulsing red bullets and put it on top of the patch, force it in with the main gauche dagger, and then finish the job with the ramrod. Nice how I got these bullets as a gift from that Skeggi shieldmaiden after I beat her in close combat, but weird how she wouldn't give me her name before I came back to Skeggi and defeated her again? He did same with the other gun and made them both fire-able by priming their pans with a pinch of black powder. One minute and forty seconds, not too shabby for two shots that can penetrate rat armor! Okay, I've squandered enough time. Another one of my heroic moments awaits at the archecclesiatium!
The Swashbuckler dashed through the streets, severing arteries of any ratman that stood in his way, and finally reached Myrmidia's plaza.
"HALT DIESTRO! THE ARCHECCLESIATIUM HAS JUST DESTROYED WHAT RATS YOU SEE ON THE GROUND, BUT THEY WILL RETURN IN BIGGER NUMBERS NEXT TIME. PLEASE FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY, SEEK ONE OF THE MANY SAFE HOUSES LOCATED AROUND THE CITY AS WE CAN'T PROMISE YOUR SURVIVAL HERE!"
A loud voice boomed through the air, coming from all sides, even from inside his head. He looked around but could see nothing but the plaza and the steps leading up to the arc-shaped entrance into the archecclesiatium. "This is Hidalgo, Diestro, Conquistador Juan de Magritta; former apprentice of Maestro Jerónimo of the geometric-sword-circle! I have dire news and swear my service until every single rat has been purged from Magritta!"
"Ah yes, the young Diestro who cleaned up those revolutionaries in the colony. Good to know you're still aliv— SHADOWMANCER CEASE YOUR INFERNAL CHUCKLING AND BREAK THE ILLUSION SPELL ALREADY!"
"You Estalianz with your long titlez... Very well, a moment please."
How dare you, Shadowmancer! I was being modest, and you called it a long title!? Why I will make sure you hear my full title when this is over!
"LASSEN SIE DEN DUNKEL!"
In an instant, a whole army of black watchmen appeared out of nothing, and it hit Juan that two of them had their halberds a millimeter away from his neck.
"Alberto! Fernando! Let the youth pass, I do not see any taint of heresy or lies in his soul."
The black armored knights pulled back their halberds and turned sideways to give entrance. "YES, GRAND INQUISITOR DE HOJEDA!"
Juan felt a chill go through his spine, Estalia may be a continent divided between kingdoms, republics, and city-states, but all knew and feared The Holy Inquisition. If an accusation by a single Inquisitor could have you burning on a stake, then what could the leader of the Inquisition do?
He moved forward to the steps leading up to the arch-entrance, while the black knights watched him like hawks through the slits of their helmets, there under the arch was Grand Inquisitor De Hojeda himself; a fifty-year-old man with an imposing posture and cloaked in sacred armor. This was the man that had burned down an entire village for unsanctioned witchcraft, the exact same man that was now looking at him with eyes that had seen things no man should see. Next to the Grand Inquisitor was what he assumed to be the arrogant Shadowmancer who were covered in gray robes that left only his piercing grey eyes free.
Juan gave a deep respectful bow to the Inquisitor and kept it until his Superior gave permission to speak. "Diestro Juan de Magritta newly dubbed noble by His Majesty Felipe III, after his heroic adventures in Lustria and valiant removal of three prominent traitors in the colonies. A firm believer in the cult of Myrmidia and renowned member of the loyalist faction in Lustria. Described as being an idealistic, fanatical, swashbuckler by our more pragmatic inquisitors in the colonies... They are in short calling you a fool, on par with the most reckless of Brettonian questing knights. Tell me, my son, are you a fool?"
He arose and looked straight into the eyes of De Hojeda. "Myrmidia Herself fought, bled and died for a united Estalia. If wanting to die for that ideal makes me a fool, then a fool I am, sir!"
The Grand Inquisitors face lit up with a smile. "A man after my own heart! I knew you wouldn't disappoint, after all, it was by my command you were spared the stake for carrying bewitched bullets, a gift from the Jarl's daughter we know! But I must commend you for taking the bullets directly to the priest afterward. Most men of lesser faith would be... 'Afraid' to confess their possession... But you care more about your soul than your bodily shell! Now, tell me your report!"
The Diestro looked down with wonder to his bullet pouch, but the Grand Inquisitor had given permission to use them, so they would be used as intended. "Señor, Grand Inquisitor De Hojeda, one of the clanrats says that the reason why they are here is that a 'Master Narshift' want to steal the book of wisdom before the main army of the Skaven attacks. I theorize the city is flooded with enemies so weak that even my grandmother could kill three with ease, not to conquer the city, but to serve as a distraction so Narshift could focus his elite force on the temple."
The Inquisitor's smile disappeared and he turned to the Shadowmancer that had been following the discussion with keen eyes. "Seeker of Ulgu, you said you were here because you received the same vision from Morr as I did. Now with the information, the Diestro has brought we can be certain of its validity." He snapped his finger and all watchmen turned to him. "I want six watchmen to take the secret tunnels in the archecclesiatium and spread this to priority A-members of Magritta: We rally in Myrmidia's plaza for our counterattack!" De Hojeda then pointed at six black watchmen, who made a swift salute and rushed into the temple.
The Shadowmancer took a deep breath and closed his eyes in thought. "Yes, Grand Inquisitor I would agree that is the case... Shall I commence the dimension transfer on the book now?"
De Hojeda sighed and pulled out the book from his pouch. "Very well, you have the permission to transfer the holy book to a safe dimension until these rats have been purged, but are you sure it must be here under the arch?"
The Shadowmancer nodded. "It must be here. There is a giant vortex of Ulgu wind right above this arch, which will drastically shorten the time it will take for me to complete the ritua—!?" A thousand-tongued war cry shattered the tranquility, and Skaven appeared from everywhere but the temple entrance.
"Dammed Skaven! Okay, Shadowmancer do your thing!" The grand inquisitor threw the book over to the Shadowmancer who stopped it in midair by grey magic. "Black watchmen do not let one Skaven pass up the steps alive! Diestro you stay here and make sure the Shadowmancer completes the ritual! Cut down any rabble that gets trough!"
The black watchmen formed a circle of steel around the steps, while those behind the line readied their pistols and took aim. De Hojeda eyes lit up with holy light. "THE ONLY FREE MAN!" An ancient Estalian battle cry sounded out from the Inquisitor, a cry that every Estalian knew the answer to.
"IS THE MAN WITHOUT FEAR!"
Juan heard the deafening boom of pistols firing and watched with delight the front of the Skaven horde get moved down like wheat in front of a scythe. The Shadowmancer was fully concentrated on the book in midair, and a pillar of grey magic started appearing around it. Meanwhile, the Inquisitor was channeling his wrath into soul-lightning that spewed from his hand, annihilating any ratman caught in it. Suddenly a smoke bomb erupted in the clash between man and Skaven.
"Smokeleap yes-yes!"
A black blur erupted from the smoke cloud, spinning rapidly and cutting down three watchmen from above.
Juan frowned and unsheathed his rapier. "Another assassin to notch on my belt! FACE ME, COWARD!" He rushed the black-clothed Skaven that was charging up the stairs. The Skaven threw throwing stars, but his left hand had already pulled off his side cloak to bash away the incoming projectiles. The Skaven pulled out three daggers, one in each hand, and the last held by its tail. They were within melee range and the assassin jumped up and attacked, only for Juan to smash away the daggers with his rapier and throw the cloak around the head of the ratman.
"GOT YOU!" He slammed the Skaven down to the ground and stabbed it through the head, sidestepping an incoming swipe from the tail dagger. Had I been slower then you would have had me, assassin. The young Diestro looked around the battlefield, Señor De Hojeda was still throwing soul lighting over the heads of the black watchmen, while they themselves were holding the line firmly. It also looked like the ritual was soon ready to transport the book with all the crackling magic surrounding it. Juan smirked and went back up the stairs. Seems like this was all the scum h—!? A bolt of pure warp lighting flew through Skaven and human alike, annihilating everything it phased through. From the far end of the plaza, came a wheel-shaped machine rushing out, crushing any Skaven unlucky enough to be in its path.
He pulled out his pistols, took a deep breath and took aim. Focus, what is its mathematical weakness? It has a warpstone cannon in the front while having one warpstone on each side to give it… Balance!
He fired both pistols at the warpstone on the left side of the Doomwheel, making it spin rapidly through the Skaven in the plaza. A brown blur was thrown out of it before the machine exploded in the center of the Skaven Horde. The watchmen gave a loud cheer and with renewed vigor starting cutting down the bewildered Skaven by the dozen.
"Master Narshift is dead! SCURRY AWAY!" The vermin turned their tails and ran.
"FOR MYRMIDIA!"
Only to find their escape cut off by Estalian reinforcement.
Estalian Templar knights cavalry charged into flanks of the fleeing Skaven. Renowned Diestros and their apprentices rushed past the now engaged knights and cut down the Skaven trying to flank them. Holy prayers from the priestesses of Myrmidia filled the plaza causing every Estalian to fight as possessed. The Skaven that did manage to make it down the streets, screamed in despair when they saw the rows of elite Estalian pikemen waiting for them.
Juan sheathed his pistols and went up the steps to the now laughing Grand Inquisitor. "Myrmidia's dream, my boy, that was an amazing display of skill! I dare say that you might even surpass the Diestro Extraordinario in the future!"
The young Diestro felt his heart swell up with pride and gave another bow. "Señor, Grand Inquisitor De Hojeda. I am but another student of the dueling arts, but if your grace finds me worthy of one day challenging the Grand-master himself, then I will do my best to live up to your expectations!"
De Hojeda nodded in approval. "Humble to superiors, yet ambitious in life... The peak of Estalian ideals! Rise my son and watch the slaughter. Once the vermin have been purged from the city, then you and I will speak about your future."
Juan arose feeling acclaimed and turned around to see the battlefield.
The Skaven were perfectly encircled in the plaza, and it looked like it was only a matter of minutes before they were all cut down. "STOP. STEPPING. ON. ME! I'M NOT DEAD, YEEEEEET!" A bubble of vaporizing green energy spewed forth from the mass of Skaven, instantly making them into ash, and revealed the monstrosity below. A half-Skaven, half-machine stepped up from the crater and the Estalians fired everything they had against it, but the bubble of green energy re-shimmered into existence and absorbed everything. "HOW COULD MY PERFECT PLAN-TACTIC FAIL!? I AM NARSHIFT! WARLOCK ENGINEER OF CLAN SKRYRE! DAMN-CURSE YOU, MANTHINGS! MAY THE HORNED RAT BREED YOUR SLAVE GODDESS!" The Skaven stuffed its furred hands into its pockets and revealed hands filled to the brim with Warpstone, while the barrage from the Estalians increased tenfold after the blasphemous remark. "If I not get the book…" The mad Skaven began to devour the Warpstone, and warp energy crackled and flared around the monster; so much so that even its red eyes shifted into a blazing green. "THEN NO ONE WILL!" The Warlock threw his arms forward and unleashed a massive beam of warp lighting at the floating book.
Juan rushed forward, ignoring the voice yelling at him to stop. We will be humiliated if Myrmidia's sacred book of wisdom is destroyed by a mere rat!
He jumped in front of the incoming beam with a small accepting smile. I will not allow that. Warp lightning hit him square in the chest and time slowed down to a snail's pace, and he felt nothing but the feeling of flying through the air.
The sides of the arch entrance closed in around him. I die in the arch entrance of the Archecclesiatium, without even picking my noble name...
A holy bolt exploded the head of the warlock, fired by an enraged Grand Inquisitor De Hojeda.
Juan looked up at the ceiling of the arch and spotted a massive blood-red banner adorned with a golden eagle. Perhaps it's not such a bad place to die... After all, I'm dying in the arch that carries Myrmidia's dream: the flag of a united Estalia... The same dream I chose so many years ago… Yes, the goddess has blessed me… I know what my noble name will be.
He slammed through the pillar of grey magic and hit the book of wisdom.
"I shall be Arc—"
A soul was torn asunder and reality ripped apart.
^Vale airspace, airship en route to Beacon Academy^
Yang was pissed, sure her little sister Ruby was going to Beacon with her, but that meant nothing compared to the anger she felt, by having fresh puke in her hair from the boy laying in the middle of the airship. The boy in question suddenly jerked around and then groggily began to rise up, making the spectators gasp in shock over the sheer grit. I was certain I knocked him out? He must be made out of tougher stuff than I thought... Perfect! Now I can continue my beat down without holding back! She cracked her knuckles and walked over to the idiot who was currently holding his head.
"Ow, my head… Reminds me of that time I mistook that angry skeggi shieldmaiden for a guy… Wait, I'm on unsteady ground? Did I get wasted on Bordeleaux vine on the ship and dream everything up?"
Yang threw a semblance powered right hook at the babbling blond, only for the boy to turn his head and pass her by spinning against her extended arm. She turned around with a shocked expression and saw the blond boy looking at her with deadly blue eyes. Then in an instant, the eyes changed and became filled with confusing and he turned his head around bewildered, before finally focusing his full attention back on her. The blond boy's eyes studied her like a sculptor would study a block of marble, and a roguish smirk appeared on his face towards her. Did I just feel a tingle in my spine? Wake up girl, he puked in your hair! She began to doubt whether she should break his face, as it did have a nice smile.
"Now now don't be shy, Señorita." The confident taunt sounded out from the dexterous boy who waved at her to come to him.
Never mind! Yang's red eyes flared up, and she rushed him with a cross-punch intend to finish the job. Her target merely pulled up his left arm and swiped it in the air, ending it with a snap of his fingers. She followed the snapping fingers for a split second, only for the boy to rip out his sword and slam the flat side into her extended arm. Wha—!? She didn't get to finish the thought, as she was shoved around by her now exposed shoulder so her back hit the chest of the tall blond. Yang felt two things: his breath on her earlobe and his sword on her throat.
"One should give their names before dancing together, Senori—"
A gentle press pushed her away and she felt relieved to be free again, but also a tiny bit disappointed that he didn't finish what he whispered in her ear. "What do you think you're doing!" She spun around to pounce again, only to see the boy's hand pulled up in the universal sign for hold. Naturally, this wouldn't have stopped her, but the handsome blond had an extraordinarily serious face. The boy then grabbed his hoodie and slashed a piece free off it making a bit of his abdomen visible, to the complete shock of her and the jaw-dropped spectators.
He sheathed his blade and strode towards her. "D-Don't come near me weirdo!" She threw a jab, which he easily grabbed and pulled her into a one-armed hug, and then began to gently clean the vomit from her hair with his cut cloth.
He is holding me so differently than before. This feels firm and gentle, while the one before was savage and controlling, and how come I don't feel angry that he is cleaning my hair? She looked up to his dark blue eyes, only to find them hunting furiously for someone around the ship. He didn't know it was him!? She was about to open her mouth, but the boy noticed she was looking up at him and gave her the warmest smile imaginable. Yang quickly lowered her face into his chest to hide the small blush that had appeared on her face. His hand touched her chin and lifted her face up to stare into his eyes that reminded her of the sea around Patch.
"This is the best I can do, for now, my little sunflower. Do you still wish to continue our duel?"
Yang was no longer pissed, this was indeed the best day ever.
She shook her head to let him know that the fighting was over, and the blond boy released her and stepped back. I should have said yes! She felt a tiny pout break free.
"So, do such a beauty as yourself have a name? Or should I continue calling you 'my little sunflower' from now on?" The confident-cheeky nature had returned to the swordsman if the wink he was given her was anything to go by.
Oh, you wanna continue our duel in that way! She went back to her normal self. "I guess you call every girl you meet for 'sunflower' eh, Casanova?"
The swordsman chuckled. "No, I only call it to them that reminds me of the great sunflower fields of Estalia, which not many do. Oh, and I must thank you for nicknaming me after the Great dueling philosopher Casanova!"
Yang put on a confident smile to hide her confusion. Estalia? Dueling philosopher? Who is this guy!? She chuckled awkwardly and reached out to give him a handshake. "My name is Yang Xiao Long. What's yours, Handsome?"
The boy closed his eyes in thought and started mumbling. "I see… This must be Cathay that Wu talked endlessly about… But how can I understand her?… No matter." He then bowed down, took her hand and kissed it, before looking up at her blushing face with a smile. "I am Juan Arc, master duelist and noble of Estalia."
Salutations reader!
I've decided to try my hand at some fanfiction, and this is my first story of the kind. Hope it wasn't too terrible a read, well if you have any critic, or wanna comment on something then please, feel free to write them! Or don't, and go and spend your time doing something wonderful! It's completely up to you, no pressure!
So what is gonna happened in the story?
Well, I can't reveal the plot, but I can tell you that there will be no more OC characters from the Warhammer world in this story, other than minor subjects or flashbacks. I'm probably gonna make some minor OC's for RWBY now that the universe has been altered. But those OC's should be minor characters who will be one time only (like Scarlet David and Sage Ayana, damn you RT!) unless they actually become popular.
Who's is Arc?
Well, that is the big question if you know your RWBY lore and Warhammer lore you might crack an interesting theory. But you will find out eventually what the heck is going on, I promise. And if you're wondering what kind of rapier stance he was having, it was the Spanish fencing school of Destreza or verdadera destreza if you speak Spanish. Gonna be a fun challenge to write body posture and footwork.
Who's the main girl?
Well, I have no idea, the problem with RWBY is that it's so hard to pick best girl! So I was just thinking of trying to write the story while keeping the girls in their character (As best as I can.) and see where it leads us. Heck, I might even drop a voting if this story gets more than 5 readers! (Just please don't vote for someone like Blake's mom lol)
What is Warhammer fantasy?
Well if I had to write everything down these notes would be longer than the story, and we can't have that. But to sum it up it's a fantasy world with arrogant elves, war loving orks, Gold loving dwarfs and humans. Plus some of the most horrible evil deities I can think off. If you have never heard about Warhammer but are still reading this story, then please fret not. I will try and make a broader picture the Warhammer world as the story goes by.
What is this "Estalia?"
Estalia is what would be a stereotype of our Renaissance Spain if Spain was split into a bunch of small kingdoms and the stereotypes around Spaniards were upped to about 1100% Filled to the brim with duelists, don Juan's, Inquisitors etc.
If this sounds interesting to you, then I would highly recommend you to read the amazing free fan edition book of Estalia by Mathias Eliasson called: Warhammer Estalia 9th Edition.
Otherwise no worries, ill sum it up in the story and add my own lore where the holes are.
What is RWBY?
I will be explaining the world as the story goes by, so have no worries if this is your first time. I would recommend you to watch the series yourself to not get spoiled to hard in this story.
Why did you write this?
Well I got interested in RWBY ones I heard that BlazBlue: Cross Tag battle would include them, Then twitch convivial made an RWBY marathon and it hooked me after making it to volume 3. (Thanks to the community for saying the animation got better, you weren't lying!)
I was also playing Warhammer total war at the time and well, the story just formed itself in my head. But it was also to get a better understanding of how authors feel when writing and also to help my English grammar. Now you've probably guessed that English ain't my first language, and if not then that's good! It means I'm not completely horrible haha. Back to the point, I will do my best to make this an enjoyable story.
Till next time.
-Savage Theron