Gamer: Well hellooooo~ everybody! How we all doing today? Good? Good, good. Now, welcome to my newest story, my first story of the new year really. It's been a while, I know, and I apologise for that, but things happened and I got busy. But let's not focus on the past and get to the story! But first, introduciiiiiing~ Proto!
Proto: Yes, hello everyone, glad to be back! Now, Gamer has allowed me to give the basic summary of the story, and personally, I quite like the premise. Our story will be a RWBY and DnD crossover.
Gamer: Using a character I actually made, and use in an on going campaign! He'll be introduced properly as the story goes on. Just quickly, I'm also going to keep the chapters at about 3500-4000 words, since I have the attention span of a bird and that. Too many words in a single chapter, and I sometimes just, shift my attention? Something like that. But yeah, keep on going Proto.
Proto: Yes, well I'm sure you all understand the basic plot, character transported to different world, in this case Remnant, and becomes a sort of fixture in the story. But Gamer and I hope to make sure that our beloved character, has a slightly, 'different' role than most other characters in stories like these.
Gamer: Yeah, basically, our guy is going to be less 'hero', and more a 'Anti-Villain' of sort, he's Chaotic Neutral you know so, hey, that's how it is. It's sort of like a comparing Captain America to Deadpool type deal. But, enough with all of that, let's get on tooooo~ THE STORY!
[And yes, you can vote for a pairing, just remember that my character is in his 30's. Thank you for reading!]
I do not own RWBY, nor Dungeons and Dragons! I only own my character!
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Underneath him was the touch of fresh, wild grass. Around him was the ever-encompassing scent of fresh, country side air. Confusing, considering the last thing he remembered was buying at least 4 whores, taking some 15 pints of Ale, and consuming some less then reputable produce in grunge city of Abenworth. But hey, he woke up in worse places.
With a groan he sat up, running a hand through his hair, throat dry as parchment and head pounding, as if someone took a hammer to his skull and went to town on it. Looking around, he found himself in a very large forest, trees surrounding him and blocking out the sky. If his sense of time was correct, and it most often was, then it felt to be around midday. Sitting up, he found himself, rather fortunately, still with all of his equipment. Armour, weaponry and his bags were all there.
Nodding to himself, he made quick work of grabbing his bags and lugging them onto his back and onto his waist. Standing to his full height, and deciding to head north, the only sounds around him became the step of his metal boots crushing the grass underneath. He caught a wisp of birdsong to his left, and deciding he rather liked the tune, whistled along, creating his own tune to help make his journey a bit easier.
Above him, a camera peered at him from its place under a high branch amidst a cleverly grown array of leaves. The security guard working the camera stared with an open mouth at the, the thing in front of him, or at least on screen.
Reaching to his right, he slammed the Emergency button, a blaring signal cutting through the forest as the creature on screen stopped in his tracks, pulling out what seemed to be a red BATTLE AXE and a shield.
"What's going- . . . what in the hell is that thing!?" A feminine voice growled. Turning, the security guard looked up to the imposing sight of Professor Glynda Goodwitch, professional Huntress and Combat Instructor of Beacon Academy. A woman with emerald eyes and blonde hair, Miss Goodwitch commanded respect throughout the Academy. She was also voted as Beacons scariest teacher 4 years in a row. The green-eyed professor peered down at the screen, an immaculate eyebrow raising in surprise as the . . . let's say intruder. As the intruder on screen growled, and cautiously circled around the small clearing he was in.
"I want a Bullhead ready and waiting at the Launch Pad in 5 minutes. I'm going to that clearing," she ordered, turning and slamming the door shut behind her.
Meanwhile, the intruder himself was growling under his breath, wondering just what type of wizard's forest he'd stumbled upon. There was this awful, blaring noise that just grated on his ears, and some sort array of lights, fire red and annoyingly bright. Constantly, over and over again, the noise droned on and the lights flashed as they did. It was becoming unbearable.
However, his ears did pick up a new sound. It was odd, somewhat similar to the flapping of wings but, louder and distorted. It seemed to be coming from above. And getting closer.
Turning on the spot, he saw it. To him, it was some sort of advanced air ship, to the normal citizens of Remnant it was a Bullhead. It lowered itself, slowly, until it was a fair bit above the clearing. The tops of trees bent at the wind and pressure of the machine, groaning in protest as the Bullhead hovered in place. A single door opened up from one side, letting Glynda Goodwitch to get a good view of the clearing, which held their monstrous intruder.
Peering down, she found herself wondering what it was she was seeing. A humanoid creature of sorts, deep red in skin colour and with hair, the colour of mud, was pulled back into a small bun. She wasn't sure, but she could swear that she saw the glint of large fangs under the sunlight. Harrumphing to herself, she jumped from the roughly 70ft height, landing on the grass and bending her knees to adjust for impact. As soon as she did, the blaring sound and warning lights stopped.
Standing to her full height, Glynda leered at the intruder with fiery green eyes.
"You there. You are currently trespassing on private property, state your business, immediately," She ordered. The intruder didn't let his guard down, keeping his shield up and the rather intimidating axe poised to strike.
She let herself stare a bit at the intruder before her, noting his stance and posture. 'Definitely a fighter of some sorts, most likely experienced if the muscle and scar tissue is anything to go by. Looks comfortable wielding the axe and shield. Seems to have multiple weapons however,' She thought. In front of her, the intruder peered over his shield, and seemed to consider something.
"I'll tell you who I am and what I'm doing, if you get that bird of yours away from here, savvy?" He questioned. His voice was rough, ragged, almost like the voice of a smoker. She considered it for a minute, before looking up at the Bullhead and signalling it off.
As the ship turned around, the intruder took only 3 steps forward. No more, no less.
"The name is Mordru Torture, of the Iron Tooth Clan. I'm here out of misfortune, not choice!" He exclaimed. Glynda hummed to herself, making note of the names. 'I've not heard of the Iron Tooth Clan, maybe some sort of bandit tribe? Doubtful, bandits rarely travel alone, and almost never have such high-quality weaponry. I've not heard of a name like 'Mordru' either, some sort of Dialect perhaps? And what type of name is Torture?!'
"I am Professor Glynda Goodwitch. You are currently on the grounds of Beacon Academy, an intruder. Give me one good reason I should not have you apprehended on the spot," She ordered. Mordru seemed to consider her for a minute, eyes piercing her. He was making note of her stance, just as she had. He was most likely preparing for a fight. She thought.
The truth was much less impressive than that, you see. Mordru was in fact checking out Glynda's figure. Cause by Maglubiyet's Great Axe that figure! She had a damn fine set of tits, and an ass to kill for! Those legs were some alluring pieces of meat too! Oh, Mordru wanted, Mordru wanted bad~ Well, here comes the good old Hobgoblin charm!
"Well, alright then. Fair enough Madam Goodwitch, how about we put our armaments and the like down, and I get us some drinks as apology, yeah?" He grinned. Now, on a good day Glynda would just ignore this, and continue with whatever she was doing, giving no response and forgetting it in a day. On a bad day however. Well. How do I put this?
Mordru lost his grin when Glynda, who to his eyes appeared to be an actual witch it seems, waved her riding crop above her head, a dark miasma of clouds forming above them with a rumble. Huh, it appears he pissed her off.
Must be a new record.
Ducking under his shield, Mordru felt the thud of icicles and blasts of wind, driving him deeper into the ground. Gritting his teeth, Mordru decided that he'd best end this quickly if he could. Not necessarily because he was worried about defeat, but more because, if she indeed was some sort of professor, then she probably had colleagues, right? So, maybe those colleagues of hers are as powerful as her. Then he starts worrying about defeat.
Pouring magic into his Boots of Winding Path, Mordru felt a hook reach into his lower back and string him along, teleporting him a good 15ft away, right into the safety of the tree line.
Scowling in annoyance, Glynda flung her crop forwards, a torrent of dust forming into fireballs, all headed directly towards our dearly beloved Hobgoblin. Only to once again miss, as he was teleported another 15ft to her left. 'This could be bad, if he gets close that axe of his would likely make short work of my defensive aura,' Thought Goodwitch. Mordru had a different idea however, and flung his axe towards his opponent, backed by a Catapult spell. The large metal object was thrown at her, spinning end over end, a sharp, deadly projectile the size of a small child.
Glynda ducked herself to the side, the axe grazing against her arm. To her shocked, the pain felt along her arm was far stronger than should be normal, and to confirm this the sleeve to her top was cut, a light trail of blood leaking down her arm. To her, he broke a piece of her aura with brute strength alone. She barely had time to dive out the way of a mote of fire. She stared a bit disbelievingly at the burning grass just behind her, the flames continuing to flicker after the hand sized ball of fire was thrown.
Using the distraction his Firebolt cantrip provided, Mordru drew a sword from his back, a dark blade with chips of metal jutting out halfway along the main body of the weapon. With his boots, he teleported himself ahead and ran the last 10ft, leaping and aiming the sword for her heart. 'A shame she didn't take up my offer, would've preferred to 'stab' at her with my other sword. Oh well, no skin off my nose,' He thought.
Looking up, Glynda found herself confronted with the terrifying visage of a blood hungry Hobgoblin, flying at her with an evil sword in hand, and his shield at the ready. She twisted her body around in an attempt to dodge the blade, however found herself wincing as the blood pierced her upper arm, through the softest part of her bicep and into the ground. Gritting her teeth, Glynda kicked outwards only to feel hard metal. Shit, of course she'd hit right at the hardest part of his armour. Growling, she twisted her other arm, the one that held her riding crop, and lashed out, driving a large gust of wind into his face, disorienting him. She lashed out again, this time aiming for a leg.
She hit her target, heel knocking into the side of his knee with all force she could muster, eliciting a growl of pain and annoyance from Mordru, who, deciding that this wasn't the most fortuitous route, teleported back again and peered down at her, the longsword still in hand. Looking down to her pierced arm, Professor Glynda Goodwitch of Beacon Academy, a well learned and powerful Huntress in her own right, with a few hundred victories under her belt, whimpered as she felt a terrible sickly, ghastly feeling crawl on her arm, right around where her arm was stabbed into. Blood didn't leak so much as pool out of her wound, the skin around it blackening and sending fresh waves of pain along the entirety of her arm, all the way up to her left shoulder.
'Damn! That blade must be poisoned or something! This turned south too fast, I'm going to have to call for backup!' She internally screamed, her healthy arm reaching for her scroll, only to be forced back as the sword thrust into the dirt where she was just at. Mordru lunged forward again with the sword, clipping her right cheek and continuingly forcing her onto the backfoot.
She continued backwards, the close distance making her semblance a dangerous idea, since her more powerful attacks may damage herself as well. However, her train of thought was stopped when she felt a prod on her lower back.
It was the hilt of the Battle Axe that Mordru had threw at the beginning, the blade stuck into the ground with the haft sticking upwards. And it had gotten right in her way.
Falling to the side, Glynda let out a scream as her damaged arm hit the ground, sending new, hellish waves of pain across her nervous system. She looked up, watching as Mordru, this dangerous intruder she thought she could handle, stared down at her with nothing more than boredom. He sheathed the blade, and wrapped his hand around the handle of the Battle Axe.
Ripping it from the ground, Mordru gave a light, breathy chant of arcane nature, casting one of his favoured spells, Arcane Weapon, the blade of the Axe bursting into a thin, translucent mist, sickly green in colour and promising pain. Poison wasn't his favourite choice, but hey, why not mix things up a bit?
"You sure you want to continue this Goodwitch, I can heal you up quickly enough if you want, we can go have a bit o' lunch, some drinks, surely that sounds better than lying her, bleeding?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and peering down at her with yellow eyes, the colour reminding her of bright flames.
Growling, Glynda forced energy into her legs, and bolted backwards, planning to put some distance between her and this, thing, for all the good it would do her. Turning, Glynda found her eyes widening in sudden fear as 3 bolts, seemingly of pure energy that shifted from light blue to dark purple in her very eyes, all made a beeline for her. In a near panic, Glynda formed a flurry of earth dust-based attacks, and instead of fighting decided that going on the defensive was best, an earthen wall at least half a foot thick and taller than her and twice as long blocking their path.
Imagine her horror, when instead of barging into the wall, the missiles instead weaved around her wall and blasted right into her, hitting her chest and both her arms. It was less than she was hit with darts, and more that some form of magic rocks had homed into her position, and blasted her with force into the ground. In a panic, she made for her scroll, and dialled in the first number she could think of.
Glad that his Magic Missile was a success, as usual, Mordru sauntered forward, looking down at the downtrodden and bloodied woman. Heaving a sigh, Mordru raised his Axe above his head, only to stop as Glynda raised a hand, breathing heavily, sweat beading on her forehead.
"Ho-. . . hold on, please. Just a moment," She pleaded. Deciding that he had the time, Mordru let his Axe fall onto his shoulder. "Alright, what is it? Last requests? Wanting to take me up on my original offer? Bit late ain't it?" He wondered. Glynda coughed, pain covering her body as she made to get up, only to fall back down just as quickly. Her arm and cheek were in terrible condition, blacked and cracking like burnt, broken turf. The Axe wound on her other arm, while not substantial, still hurt like a bitch! And worse yet, she was sure that a rib was broken from those energy missiles.
"No, I just- agh! -just needed to ask some things, for myself," She groaned. Shrugging, Mordru gestured for to continue. "You, how did you get-" here, she hissed as another wave of pain crashed into her "-get here? We have guards securing the perimeter. How were you not- nrgh! -seen?" She asked. Humming for a moment, Mordru tilted his head to the side, thinking on it for a minute before looking down at her. Their eyes connected, and she felt herself shudder once more, looking at those deep pits of flaming yellow.
"Eh, truth is I got no idea," He answered.
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Huh?
"I, I beg your pardon but, what?" She questioned, forgetting her pain for a moment to look at the man . . . Hobgoblin . . . person before her. "Yeah, I have no clue. I remember a huge party, got finished with a quest see, took some whores under my arms, drank an absolute fuck tonne of Ale, Beer and Gods know what. I think I ate some mushrooms of sorts and, yeah, woke up here. Funny, eh?" Mordru grinned.
Staring in utter, well, utter-. Hm, how should she describe what she felt uttered by? Utter amazement, horror, anger, pain, annoyance? Any of those will do, because apparently this 6 and a half foot tall, red skinned, armour wearing monster of a man, whilst drunk and high on some mushrooms, had apparently snuck past all Beacon security teams, dodged the forest cameras until not an hour ago, and, quite apparently, kicked the ass of a professional, dangerous and fully qualified Huntress. And he did that last bit with, probably, a hangover!
"You-, what? I, how, I can't, what do you? Are-, no, no no no, no possible way! That's, that's just not possible!" She raged, eye twitching in absolute bewilderment. Shrugging one more, Mordru peered down at the raging woman and grinned. "Sorry, but that's all I remember, honest to Gods. I blacked out a bit after someone offered these roasted mushrooms, strange looking things they were, but, eh, can't say no to free food, you know?"
1 deep breathe in, 1 deep breathe out. Inhale, exhale. Calm yourself Goodwitch, focus on the more important factors to consider, like how your arm was numb, but some help would quickly be on the way, just got to stall him a little while longer until- NO THAT WAS ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT!
"Fuck you! You can't tell me you got high on some mysterious fucking mushrooms, after getting drunk off your arse, and proceeded to sneak into one of the most heavily guarded land this side of the ocean! That is absolute bullshit!" She raged, using profanities that, in normal circumstances would lead to her giving detentions if she heard coming from a student's mouth. In this instance however.
"Well sorry, Glynda right? But yeah, that's it really. Can't help you much," He shrugged, apparently unconcerned with her rage. "But, but you, how, I can't- I can't, what!? Listen here you son of a-!" She exclaimed. "Anyway, anything else?" He interrupted, scratching behind his ear with a single finger and looking down at her unconcerned. Taking a deep breath, Goodwitch continued.
"Where did you come from? I have not heard of the, 'Iron Tooth Clan', and I find myself- hrngh! -concerned," She ground out. This seemed to annoy Mordru, since he thought that his Clan would have at least some recognition for their deeds, evil as they were.
I mean, he helped his clan raid an entire Caravan at 11 for fucks sake!
"Well, the Iron Tooth Clan is, is, eh?" He trailed off. Tilting his head, and looking to the skies, Mordru's ears picked up the distant sound of a Bullhead making its way towards them. Turning to look at Glynda, he had a disappointed expression on his face as he raised his Axe once more.
"You cheeky little bitch, you were stalling for time, weren't you? Had me going too," He growled, mouth growing into a snarl as his blood red Axe, that had slew a thousand enemies, shined under the sun.
Letting herself a small smirk, Glynda waved her crop through the air, using a slashing motion to launch a wave of fire towards Mordru. To her (un)surprise, Mordru had teleported back, right behind the earthen wall she had made herself, defending him from the flames. Using this moment, Glynda fired a pulse of aura upwards. The Bullhead would be here soon. She just needed a bit of time.
Crawling backwards, Glynda attempted to put some distance between herself and her attacker once more.
Said attacker removed himself from behind the wall, a new Arcane Weapon spell placed upon the blade, deep and caustic mist of a deep, horrid green peeling off of the weapon. In a panic, Glynda fired a dust fuelled ball of lightning towards him, only for Mordru to, once again, teleport himself 15ft away, just to her left. He was getting closer.
Grunting, she started firing off random elements, only wanting to maintain distance, instead of wanting to do damage. A torrent of flames, lightning and earthen missiles were fired at him, forcing him to keep some sort of distance to keep himself from behind hit. Armour or not those spells (to him, you understand) of Glynda's didn't seem fun to be hit by. To her great horror however, Mordru had slipped through her reign of fire and other elements, his much larger body over hers, Axe in hand and fire in his eyes.
Bringing the weapon down, Mordru growled in annoyance as a barrier, one made of pure aura, placed itself between his Axe and its intended target. Just a second more, that's all she needed.
"Well, I'd say I hate to do this to you, but you attacked first so, see you in hell bitch!" Mordru exclaimed, pushing his Axe down with all his might, the barrier cracking under his strength. Glynda looked up, staring at the weapon above her, body tired, and strained. Her aura was at its limit to keep the barrier up, and her left arm was in critical condition. Everything hurt.
However, Mordru did stop, but maintained his stance as two new people made their way forwards, having just jumped to the ground in a similar manner to Goodwitch just before them. One of them was a large man, somewhat portly in the stomach area, with grey hair and a simply magnificent moustache, which was placed above an angry, scowling mouth. 'Note to self, grow a moustache,' Mordru thought.
The other individual, was something of an antithesis to his compatriot, lanky, and thin. Glasses hid his eyes, however Mordru noted that his brows were furrowed in anger under his shocking green hair. He walked with a spring in his step, though it seemed more from anger than happiness, or giddiness.
Well, this went to hell in a hand basket, didn't it? Let's see, a 2 on 1? Well, 3 if you counted Goodwitch, which, considering the circumstances, would be a most unwise move. Yeah, this is the most . . . advantageous of situations right now.
"Argh, fuck this," Mordru growled. And he teleported, again and again, making his escape through the forest at break neck speeds. The trees rushed past, seeming to close in on him whilst he made his daring escape to freedom- awww fuck there's the green haired guy.
Indeed, Professor Oobleck, of Beacon Academy, was infamous for being an absolute speed demon, both physically and verbally, spouting off hundreds of words a minute, whilst also moving about his classroom at a speed that would make a race car driver jealous. And it showed, as he managed to keep up with a constantly teleporting Mordru through the forest. Grumbling, Mordru had already put his Axe away, but kept his shield at the ready. This was going to be a, less than smart move.
Oobleck was coming closer and closer, approaching from the side and glaring at Mordru with all the fury of a missile. He was far from amused at the harming of his colleague and friend, filled with anger that many of his students would never imagine he had.
Mordru, however, was a crafty son of a bitch. Jumping up and letting his momentum carry him for another few feet, he the large Hobgoblin gained a surprising amount of air as he turned, and with his free hand, smacked the face of his shield, sending a shockwave of force and thunderous power that knocked Oobleck back, right into a tree some 7ft away, to his shock.
What Oobleck did not understand was that Mordru had used a Thunderwave spell, bashing the wind out of Oobleck and knocking him back with all the might of a hammer blow times 12. A mean spell, but effective.
It gave Mordru just the opportunity to escape.
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Meanwhile, back at the clearing, Port was calling for the Bullhead again, whilst simultaneously trying to staunch the bleeding and assess the damage done to his fellow Professor.
"Don't you worry about a thing Glynda, the Bullhead is on its way, and dear Bartholomew is chasing down that villain as we speak," He assured her, putting her head on his jacket, that was folded into a makeshift pillow. Glynda smiled up at her comrade, tired, sore-, well, more in agonizing pain than sore but, she appreciated his efforts to comfort her.
She was in extreme doubt however, she didn't believe that Mordru Torture, of the Iron Tooth Clan, would be caught so easily.