A/N: Don't worry about how this mentions a bunch of Destiny stuff, they hopefully will get their own chapters soon enough.
Bungie owns D2 and Rooster Teeth owns RWBY ENJOY!
Ozma, before his fame as a warrior and a hero, before his legendary reputation, was still an honest soul. He recognised that the kingdoms of the world were allowing themselves to be trampled on by the Grimm-Born, and he felt the desire to end their tyranny. He attempted to recruit many armies and warriors under his crusade, but was ignored; the awoken queen cast him aside, indifferent to all outside her domain, the Cabal Emperor Acrius, leader of the most advanced civilisation, hid behind his defences, inside of the Leviathan, which had been repurposed as what could only be described at the time as 'a flying fortress.' He even sought the warring tribes of the Eliksni Order, despite their lust for justice and war, refused the proposition, a unanimous decision from all the Kells except Stone.
Despite this setback, and perhaps due to noble stupidity, Ozma still went through with his plan. He set up camp outside of Felwinter's Peak, the domain of a retired warrior, and the next target in the Grimm-Born march. When the dark humans arrived, the warrior stood his ground. The leader of the army, Sardon, simply allowed the thrall to play with their next meal. Ozma fought them off, using all of his magic and fighting skill, until he simply had nothing left. But suddenly, two forces intervened. While most would assume they were the brothers, it in fact was something completely different.
Ozma had spoken to everyone to join his mission, but there were beings that Ozma had not thought to seek help from. The first, was the Nine. I still struggle to understand these beings, but what I do know is that they are powerful. Near the levels of the gods. They did not help directly, but instead allowed the second group to enter the playing field: The Vex. The Vex were a failed attempt at creating what became humanity; they contained neither light nor dark and followed a unanimous purpose: making everything The Vex. They appeared before Ozma through a spatial-temporal rift, as they had hidden themselves in vaults and citadels outside of those confines, and took on the form of metal humans, with milky stomachs and red, glowing eyes.
The Vex assisted Ozma, surprising the human greatly, as stories of The Vex said that the only emotion they felt was fear, fear towards the Grimm-Born. And yet, here they were, aiding a single human defending a near-unpopulated mountain, with no recorded threat to the Vex in sight. In the end, the cyborgs fought off the dark ones, and afterwards, stood around Ozma, as if he were to lead them. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, the young warrior set out with his new 'companions' as they travelled into Grimm territory.
Meanwhile, Lord Felwinter, having seen the entire battle, went out of exile to bring this information to light. While the knight may not understand his new allies, the old warrior knew that The Vex could predict timelines and acted only when it benefitted their survival. Therefore, it stood to reason that this was a good omen. His news spread like wildfire throughout the kingdoms. Soon enough, Ozma found many warriors desiring to join his quest: The Cabal with their advanced technologies and magics, the Eliksni with their unsurpassable sword skills and navies, even the Iron Lords, a group consisting of knights recognised as the greatest of their time (who were quick to induct the young Ozma), had took up arms. Now stood the greatest army ever seen before, surpassing even the Grimm-Born horde.
King Oryx looked on from his throne world as his once feared armies were torn apart by this alliance. The Eliksni eventually broke off to the north, trapping the armies of Nokris in a perpetual freeze spell at the cost of Chelchis, Kell of Stone. The Cabal chased away Savathûn and Xivu Arath, ironically, as their ships were chased away by the Leviathan, which they had once fed on. Even Oryx's own son, Crota, the Hope Eater, had been bested. The Vex had pushed them to Luna, placing a 'Lunar Lock' upon the satellite, preventing the hordes from leaving their new prison.
The Taken King was eventually graced by the Iron Lords, led by Ozma. Their battle was legendary, tearing apart the ascendant plane, but eventually they bested the Grimm-Born. In his last moments, he called out to the awoken's Ahamkara, of which he had Took, and made a wish, one that would forever scar this world for the rest of its existence. Just as Oryx was forced to follow his nature to the bitter end, he would thrust this upon Ozma. Thus, he said in his own tongue, "you will follow your nature, the eternal adventure, just as I have followed my own. And on the day you cease to follow your nature, death will claim you, leaving this world in chaos and ruin. I wish it so, upon my death, o wish granter mine."
And you know how that turned out for humanity.
In the wake of this defeat I contemplated, o student mine, and had an epiphany. Despite the seemingly endless strength I gave to Oryx and his kind, he was still bested by beings that held the Sky in them, as well as the Deep. Perhaps one way or the other wasn't stronger, but perhaps the greatest strength was found in balance of the two: harmony of light and dark. With this in mind, little Hiraks, I abandoned all I knew to aid in the survival of humanity, in hopes that they would allow me to live alongside them.
However, I did have to wait a few millennia for humanity to return. Stupid gods.
A/N: and that's a wrap to the Oryx saga. I do plan for these history lessons to help our barons, and I will flesh out some of these events in other WoRs. On another note, YAY, friendly Yul. How will this impact the story? I don't know, because throwing a Worm God into the 'first volume' is just stupid. Anyway, see you next time!