Lastro grimaced at the sight of the new recruits. They all looked like beggars and thieves from what he could tell.
"Is this seriously all of them?!" thought Lastro
Being a Drakeblood knight for the way of the dragon covenant required tranquility and grace. All these idiots lacked all of this. To top this disaster off was that is is his job to train them in the way of the everlasting dragons and from just looking down the line he couldn't help himself from cringing at the new arrivals.
He started to count the small group of new arrivals and misfits in an attempt to gain a slight outlook on what he has been thrown into. The the first person that caught his eye was a hulking monstrosity of a man that wore armor that resembled the rock lizards that resided in Archdragon Peak. He was probably the most intimidating person in the bunch with the help of his huge club that resembled a monstrous tooth, along with a great shield that matched his armor. The second was a man that wore basically nothing but rags and a crown. He held a beautifully smithed rapier that seemed to completely vanquish the hobo-looking theme that he seemed to be originally sporting for. The third and final man wore old and rusted chain mail with leather armor with a thrall hat covering his head. He also sported a flamberge on his back and a bandit's knife strapped to his waist with an assortment of firebombs and throwing knives on his hip. He looked more like a thief than a warrior.
Despite the ruggedness of the group, Lastro needed more followers to protect this dragon sanctuary from looters and hunters, so these "warriors" would have to do.
"Men!" Lastro began. "You have come here to find enlightenment and purpose by following the path of the dragons, but this path is treacherous one indeed and will leave most of you broken and hollow from following it, and with only true will-power and strength can you become a Drakeblood Knight."
Lastro let those words sink into the small group of newbloods and watched as they sent nervous glances at each other each other.
"If you believe that you are not cut out for this, then leave." said Lastro.
Not one of them shifted in their stances.
"At least they have balls." Lastro thought.
"Good…..now get you asses into formation, that is an order!" he bellowed.
Lastro watched as the group of ragtag warriors fell into a sloppy line in a horrific attempt to follow their new leader. Lastro then proceeded to walk down the line with paper and feather in hand asking their names.
"Name?" he asked the rocky warrior.
"The names Havel, former bishop," said Havel. "Pleased to meet ya."
"Yeah, yeah, you too buddy." replied the Drakeblood knight.
Lastro then walked down the line to the almost naked man.
"Name?" he asked the almost naked man.
"Ricard of Astora, at your service" Ricard spoke.
He then proceeded to bow to the Drakeblood knight. The knight stared at the weapon at his side.
"That's a fine rapier you got there, where did someone like you get your mitts on such a graceful weapon?" Lastro asked.
"It's a family heirloom," Ricard said.
"Looks like your ancestors stole from Astora's prince himself!" joked Lastro.
The knight laughed at his own joke and then proceeded to walk away, ignoring the annoyed look of Ricard. He then walked to the last in line, the grubby one.
"Name?" he asked the grubby one.
"Spacks." replied the grubby one.
Lastro inspected Spacks, looking closer he could see not a man, but what looked like a child at the age of fifteen.
"Aren't you a little young to join the way of the dragon?" Lastro asked.
"Got nothing better to do," Spacks replied.
Lastro lifted an eyebrow at the young boy.
"Fair enough." said Lastro.
Counting everyone, Lastro proceeded to the front of the line.
"Right, let's get down to business" he mumbled.
Spacks awoke to find his hands bound and tied to a rail behind him. He also found the Darkmoon knight he was recently fighting tied right next to him. Looking around where he was, he also found that they were in some kind of metal room, and across from them sat the group of girls that he just recently attempted to murder, and along with them sat a totally different group of people including two guys and two gals. Looking at the hammer one of the girls held, he felt a strange pang of deja-vu and found myself scratching the lump on his head. Spacks concluded that they were most likely his captors in this incident. He turned over to the other knight and noticed that his blue hue was gone. Looking down at himself, he also noticed that his own red glow of an invader was gone as well and was replaced by his now dented and scratched armor. Looking over to the Darkmoon he decided to spark up a conversation.
"Oh no they got you too!?" joked Spacks.
The knight shot a look at Spacks which allowed him to get a better look at the knight. Spacks had yet another weird sense of deja-vu as if he's seen this man.
"Sorry pal but, do I know you?" asked Spacks.
"You really should stop invading like a total dumbass, Spacks." He replied.
Recognizing the voice immediately, Spacks propped himself up to get a better look at the knight next to him. He squinted to make sure he was seeing things correctly due to the war hammer smash to the head.
"Corvlan, is that you?" asked Spacks.
"The one and only." joked Corvlan.
Spacks couldn't believe his luck, he was trapped in this world with none other than his bestie Corvlan, he actually had a chance at escaping this mess with the assistance of his old comrade!
Instincts kicking in, Spacks started to survey the odd room he was in. He also started testing the steel and tightness of the metal chains that bound him. He found his weapons were also nowhere to be found, signifying that he had no means of forcing his way out of this.
Spacks found a whole new set of eyes staring at him and saw the group of girls he recently fought along with another totally different group of four people that included a girl in almost pure red hair and spartan-like armor, a girl in orange with a hammer the size of his head resting on her shoulder, a boy with black and purple hair with a green vest, and a boy with blonde hair and light metal armor.
Realizing that his struggling was for naught, Spacks stopped his rustling and rested against his chair. He then leaned over to look out the window next to him to pass the time. Looking out, Spacks found himself flabbergasted by the what he saw. They were hundreds of feet in the air, the room he thought he was in was actually a huge hulking flying monstrosity that flew through the sky! Looking down he could see a huge city filled to the brim with moving metal creatures and an assortment of great buildings that could reach the clouds themselves. He also spotted many other great flying beasts lazily floating throughout the air.
"Corvlan are you seeing this?! "We are flying!" exclaimed Spacks.
He turned over to see Corvlan bending over, dry retching onto his lap.
"What's the matter buddy, ya scared of heights?" teased Spacks.
Spacks giggled at his friend's misery but was cut short when Corvlan sent a hail of vomit all over his lap and then proceeded to leave the rest all over Spacks. Spacks sat there dumbfounded of what just happened and turned over to his partner in denial.
"Why?" pleaded Spacks.
"You're Welcome." replied Corvlan.
Spacks then felt his previous drink of estus attempt to re-enter the world and proceeded to throw it up on himself. The other occupants stood there disgusted of what just took place, but turned their attention soon turned over to the blonde boy who was also vomiting onto the floor.
"That's it, this is too disgusting for me!" the girl in white spoke.
She then stomped into the next room, where the others soon followed in fear of becoming another link of the vomit chain.
Spacks and Corvlan along with the unlucky blonde boy had to go through the once-amazing ride of flying, into a living hell of discomfort all the way to their destination and were relieved to find the huge back doors of the metal monster opening to reveal a woman in what looked to be in her mid-thirties. All of the occupants filed out and tried their best to stay as far away as possible from the two vomit-covered knights. The blonde woman scrunched up her nose to see the two new occupants exit the aircraft.
"You two, I have been sent to retrieve you for questioning." Pointing at the two knights. "Everyone else can return to their dorms." she continued.
Upon hearing this, Spacks leaned over to Corvlan.
"Dude, we follow the blonde chick, and when the moment shows itself, we choke her out with our handcuffs and make a break for it." whispered Spacks.
"What?" Corvlan whispered back. "You seriously want to get into more trouble with these people?"
"Then what should we do?" said Spacks.
"We try to sort this thing out and maybe they will let us off the hook," whispered Corvlan. "If they don't let us go then I guess we'll have to get out your way."
Spacks giggled at the last part.
"Sounds good to m-"
"I do hope you don't intend to keep the headmaster waiting, do you?" the blonde woman asked.
Spacks turned over to see the blonde woman waiting impatiently.
"Oh no, we wouldn't want that now would we?" said Spacks "Lead the way."
Spacks and Corvlan proceeded to follow the woman throughout what looked to be a giant castle that would rival Anor Londo itself in its ingenuity. Spacks skipped over to the blonde woman to try and spark another confrontation.
"So…... this questioning won't involve tweezers and dunking right?" asked Spacks.
"That depends if you cooperate or not." she replied.
"Good to know, good to know…." mumbled Spacks.
While passing what looked to be a dining hall, Spacks and Corvlan couldn't help themselves but to stop and take in the savory fumes emitting from it.
Ahem!
Spacks and Corban's trance was broken by the woman's and through great willpower, were able to escape the extraordinary smells of the cafeteria. After walking for a few more minutes in silence, the arrived at what looked to be an elevator. They all piled into the elevator which was probably was the worst thing the woman experienced all day for how greatly the two knights smelled. Upon finally reaching the top, they walked into a room that seemed to move and turn around them with an assortment of gears and other machinery. In the far back of the room sat a grey-haired man in a green coat and glasses. The two knights stepped in front of the desk to await instructions from the man as the woman walked to his side.
"Please have a seat," he said
The two of them sat down, slightly guilty due to how they probably just ruined the seats.
"These are the two who caused trouble in Emerald Forest am I correct?" the old man asked.
"Yes headmaster, these are the two." the blond woman said while sending a glare in their direction.
"May I ask your names?" the man asked.
"The names Spacks, and this is my buddy Corvlan." said Spacks, gesturing his hand at his partner.
"It's a pleasure," said Corvlan.
"Truly, my name is Ozpin, headmaster of Beacon Academy." said Ozpin, leaning over he mentioned over to the blonde woman. "And this is my assistant, and combat instructor Glynda Goodwitch."
Glynda continued to stare down the two knight, mistrust clearly visible upon her face.
"Where are you two from exactly?" asked Ozpin.
"Lothric." responded Corvlan.
I've never heard of such a place here in Remnant, is that perhaps outside the kingdoms?" asked Ozpin.
"I don't really know, perhaps it is, for I have never heard of or seen such a large kingdom in all my years, nonetheless Remnant." said Corvlan
"Interesting…... I have another question for you two." said Ozpin
"Let's hear it." said Spacks.
"May I also ask how you survived your partner's…...incident?" asked Ozpin.
"In the Flying thing?" asked Spacks. "I don't know man, I mean the vomit incident still haunts me to this day."
"He means when I slammed my greatsword into your back, idiot." said Corvlan.
Spacks pulled out his estus flask with his bound hands and waved it around, sloshing the interiors.
"This here is my estus flask, it heals my wounds almost instantly, it's pretty cool, Corvlan has one too." said Spacks.
"Interesting, how does it work?" asked Ozpin.
"MAGIC!" exclaimed Spacks.
Ozpin raised an eyebrow.
"No, but seriously It has something to do with magic and being linked to the bonfires and stuff, but I don't really pay attention to most history lessons, and even if I have learned how I probably forgot it by now." said Spacks.
"Alright another question, may I ask why you felt obligated to attack my students?" said Ozpin.
Spacks shifted in his seat uncomfortably.
"Well…...I am an invader, so that's just what I do." said Spacks "Have you never seen an invader before? The Mound Makers, Rosaria's Fingers, Aldrich Faithful... no?" "Not even the Watchdogs of Farron?"
Ozpin shook his head in negativity.
"Is being an invader give you that red and blue glow that we saw on you two?" said Ozpin.
"Yes…...and no, invaders summon themselves as phantoms into other people's worlds and attempt to kill the host and steal their humanity, while summons (or me) are phantoms that help defend the host." implied Corvlan.
"So you steal other's lives for your own selfish purposes?" snarled Glynda.
She glared down Spacks and Spacks found himself slightly shudder at the venom of Glynda's voice.
"Woah-woah-woah, you're looking at it the wrong way lady! Many people do it to show their devotion to their covenants, while others are just trying to stop themselves from going hollow!" said Spacks.
"Glynda please calm down, there's no need for hostility." interjected Ozpin.
"Yes headmaster," said Glynda.
"I've got one final question for you Spacks." said Ozpin.
"Hit me." said Spacks.
"Why did you spare the Ruby, I noticed that you targeted her as this "host" and had the chance to end her life, but yet you didn't take it, why did you do this?" asked Ozpin.
Spacks sat there quietly, trying to process the best response, earning an eyebrow from Corvlan due to how silent the arguably psychopathic knight has gotten.
"I-err didn't know she was human, I thought I want taking someone's permanently and to kill such a young warrior with passive intentions seems…..wrong in my case, I attempted to leave this world after the fight but my black separation crystal wasn't working." said Spacks.
Ozpin sat there absorbing the information brought to him. After about a minute of thinking, he came to a conclusion.
"You two have nowhere to go am I correct?" asked Ozpin.
"Yes sir." said Corvlan.
"How old are you two exactly?" asked Ozpin.
"Eh, we don't exactly know, I think we are like seventeen, eighteen?" asked Corvlan.
Spacks shrugged his shoulders.
"I suppose that is good enough." said Ozpin. "How would you two want to join my school?"
Glynda gasped. Spacks and Corvlan where to say nonetheless surprised at this choice.
"I really appreciate the offer but…...I'm not really interested in becoming a sorcerer….." said Spacks.
"I don't know of these sorcery schools you speak of, but this is no such academy, in this school, we teach people in combating gimm and becoming next-generation huntsmen to protect Remnant." stated Ozpin.
Spacks and Corvlan were dumbfounded by this course of action. The two quickly leaned over to each other and started whispering. After a minute of plotting, the two turned over towards Ozpin.
"We accept but only in one condition….." stated Spacks.
"And what may that be?" asked Ozpin.
"We get full reign over the dining room." said Corvlan.
"I can give you three meals a day with top quality food from chefs at this school." said Spacks.
"Deal!" exclaimed Spacks.
Spacks reached his cuffed hands over the table and shook Ozpin's hand with excitement. After sitting back down, Spacks and Corvlan were astonished to find their cuffs unlocking themselves. The duo brought their uncuffed hand up to their faces and started to rub the marks the cuffs left.
Ozpin produced two keys and handed them to the two knights.
These are the keys to your dorm, due to lack of space you two are required to sleep in the same room.
"Sweet!" said Spacks.
Spacks turned over to Corvlan.
"We're roomies dude!" exclaimed Spacks.
"Yay….." mumbled Corvlan.
"Your belongings were placed in your room." said Ozpin. "And I do hope that you two will behave yourselves….I truly don't want to regret this decision."
"You've got my word Ozzy!" said Spacks.
"I'm glad to hear that, you may leave now, but please….. bathe when you arrive at your room." said Ozpin.
Corvlan nodded and the two walked out the room. Upon seeing the door close, Ozpin could hear excited screaming emitting from the elevator.
"At least they seem excited." mumbled Ozpin.
"You know you're putting the school and yourself at risk by doing this Ozpin." said Glynda
"I think the rewards will be well worth the risk." Said Ozpin. "Besides it's better to have them under some type of control, it's not like just the two of them can cause too much trouble."
How wrong they were…
Well, here it is! Chapter four! I know it was sorta a boring chapter, but expect some action coming up! I also want to thank all of those who reviewed to ask questions or to give support, it's all very much appreciated! As always, thanks for reading and I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving!
Your bestie,
Silverbite