Howdy folks, how's it going?
Here I am with a new update to Beneath a Broken Moon. It's a bit of a slow one this time around, but them's the breaks, we just finished the fighting in Ashenwood, so now it's mostly just fallout.
As always, shout out to my bro Chaos Productions for his assistance. Be sure to check out his stuff, t'is good shit.
And as always, I own neither RWBY nor The Elder Scrolls. If I did, Arslan would have been a far more relevant character in the former and we'd be able to tell the Blades to cease and fucking desist without the need for a mod in the later.
With that, enjoy
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"Sooooooo," J'zargo began, eyes curiously glancing in the direction of the currently ongoing clean up amidst the ruined town. "J'Zargo believes it is time for explanations, yes?"
An understatement if there ever was one, in Tristard's humble opinion.
Shortly after the remaining bandits had surrendered, their belated back-up had finally arrived, a group of official huntsmen jumping down from their bullheads even before these could land, all ready for a fight.
They were quite surprised to find the fighting over and done with mere minutes before they arrived, something that greatly annoyed the Dragonborn, familiar as he was with this particular scenario. Official back-up always failed to arrive on time when he was involved…
Still, at least now they were making themselves useful rounding up the remaining bandits, checking the teams for injuries, and taking statements from Coco and Ruby (any doubtful comments as to the young girls position as leader had been swiftly silenced by both teams' collective glare). Which had provided him the perfect opportunity to find a more secluded spot for this much needed conversation.
"I should say so." Tristard replied, smiling bemusedly as his mind still struggled to process just who he was talking to. "How in the name of the Nine did you two manage to find your way here?"
"With a lot of effort," Serana answered, somewhat demurely. "After your… absence, began getting longer than the task Elisif entrusted to you should require, I started growing concerned. That only increased when I started looking in all the places I knew where you could be, and you were nowhere to be found."
"From there, she came to us at the College." The khajiit picked up after the vampire. "We too were beginning to feel your absence too keenly. We pulled our resources together, but still, found nothing. Then, Serana tried the Soul Cairn again."
"Bit of an act of desperation on my part." She admitted, and Tristard could well imagine. She despised the place more than the average amongst those aware of its existence, for good reason. "But it bore fruit. Durhneviir told me he had made contact with you and that you were alive and well, just somehow in a place beyond Mundus and all the known Planes of Oblivion." Here she flashed him a sardonic smile. "Only you, Tristard."
There was really no rebuttal that he could give to that, so he didn't even bother to do more than heave a weary sigh.
"From there, the old dragon became our link to you." J'Zargo continued. "We theorized there might be a way to reach you in the same way he does, and after much effort and trial and error, we managed to replicate the effect."
"So, a reverse summoning? Attempting to bring you to me instead of the other way around?" Tristard inquired, impressed at the idea, and more than a little academically curious at the method they had developed. Magic may have been an acquired taste to him, but as Archmage he made it a point to always pay attention to new developments in the clever craft.
"We actually tried to summon you in the traditional way. When that didn't take, Gods know why, that's when we tried this instead, Serana and J'Zargo volunteered to be sent, to look for you in this strange new place." The khajiit shrugged, smirking that insufferable little smirk of his. "Spell was off by a few hundred miles, it'd seem. We've spent six days trudging through forests and packs of those… Grimm creatures." He did as close an approximation to a frown as his feline features allowed. "Annoying things, they are."
"Tell me about it…" Tristard grunted in agreement.
"And in the end, here we are." Serana took over again, staring at the dragonborn with a kind smile. "We have finally found you, Tristard." But it quickly turned into a bemused expression. "But that begs the question… Just how did you get yourself into this particular mess?"
"J'Zargo has to agree." The catman joined in, still smirking. "A world beyond anything that was previously known to Mundus? Even for you, that is setting the bar rather high, no?"
Tristard sighed at this joint attack. It's not like he went out explicitly looking for these situations…
"Believe me, if I knew, I'd tell you." He replied. "After I cleared out that necromancer coven, I was on my way back to Winterhold. I was getting close to the college even, when a sudden blizzard just came out of nowhere." He frowned, remembering the unnatural, empty coldness he'd felt moments before passing out… "It was not natural, not even the Thu'um managed to stop it. It surrounded me, and the next thing I knew, I was here."
His two companions of many an adventure stood quietly for a bit, processing the explanation.
"…Strange tidings." J'Zargo said at length. "The work of one of the Princes, perhaps?"
"I considered the option." The archmage admitted. "But if they have any sort of presence in this world, I have yet to see it, and no divinity of Remnant I've heard of seems to match exactly."
The so-called God of Darkness he'd read about in the books of myths and legends had drawn his suspicions for a while, but like he said, not an exact match.
"So, what?" Serana muttered quizzically. "Was this some sort of random, amazingly coincidental cosmic mishap that landed you here?"
"Coincidental? Perhaps not." Tristard shook his head, earning him confused looks. "The Augur of Dunlain. Months before this whole debacle, he spoke to me of a prophecy."
"Ah, so it's one of those things." J'Zargo breathed out, dry tone positively dripping with annoyed realization. "J'Zargo should've known that crazy old light ball had something to do with this."
"Indeed, old friend, indeed…" The dragonborn wholly agreed with a commiserating nod, before he spoke the words the strange being had spoken to him, what now seemed so very long ago. "… It made no sense to me." His gaze fell on his teammates, off in the distance tending to Tawny, the little girl clinging to Blake in a way that Yang was very clearly teasing them about. "Until I got here, that is."
"Yes, J'Zargo supposes that'd be so." The Khajiit conceded. "A little bit on the nose though, no?"
"I suppose." Was the shrugged reply. "Prophecies can be surprisingly obvious when one stops fussing over all the possible little details. The point is, whatever the reason, I do not believe my arrival here was a coincidence. Someone or something wanted me here."
"And I suppose you're going to stay until such a time when this purpose of yours has been achieved?" Serana inquired, although all three of them knew it was not really a question.
"You know me too well." The dragonborn answered, smiling fondly. "I have… grown attached to these people. I would see what they will accomplish before finding a way back."
"Well, if that's the issue, we have one." J'Zargo said, to which Tristard couldn't help but double take.
"I'm sorry, what?!"
"The ritual that allowed us to reach this world." Serana elucidated. "It's been prepared so it can also be used to take us back. We'll just need some assistance from the local mages to get it done and-" She stopped when she noticed the breton wincing hard at that. "-And there are complications on that front aren't there…?"
"I… am afraid so." He replied sheepishly, a little awkward chuckle escaping his lips. "You see… The people of Remnant… kind of have no knowledge of magic as we understand it."
…
…
"…What?" J'Zargo asked, sounding like he really wasn't sure if he had heard right, and even Serana reacted to the revelation with a shocked widening of her eyes.
"I was as surprised as you are, but it is so. To them, magic is a thing of myths and fairy tales. Granted, that would indicate that it might have been acknowledged some time in a distant past, but as far as I've seen, you two and myself are the only people in this world who wield it with any sort of frequency."
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…
After a few more silent moments of processing the words, J'Zargo closed his eyes, while Serana's shoulders slumped even as she stared upwards towards the sky, and both of them loudly breathed out through the nose. Tristard really could not help but raise an amused eyebrow at how they seemed more exasperated than anything else.
"…J'Zargo can see how that would constitute a complication, yes." The Khajiit deadpanned, taking the situation remarkably well, all things considered. "I suppose we're to just burn that bridge when we get to it, then?"
"Honestly, that is indeed the rationalization I have been working under so far. Hasn't failed me before." Tristard admitted, his tone then growing heavier, a bit more somber. "And for what is worth… I am glad to see you two. I have missed you."
"Eh, don't go getting sentimental on us, my friend." The catman replied with his usual dry wit, although his features had grown noticeably softer for anyone that'd spent any length of time around a khajiit, as he approached and placed a hand on the dragonborn's shoulder. "Like J'Zargo would allow you to indulge in this adventure by yourself and get an unfair advantage in our rivalry."
"All arrogant competitiveness aside, what the furball said." Serana agreed with a soft smile, as she approached an wrapped the archmage in a brief hug, and action at surprised both of the other denizens of Tamriel present, for the vampire had never been keen on physical contact like this… "It is really good to see you as well, Tristard, a lot of people were worried about you…"
His shock quickly fading into understanding and appreciation, Tristard returned the hug, and they spent a few moments like this, revelling in a reencounter that had long seemed uncertain at best.
"How…" He eventually dared to ask. "How are things, back home?"
"Well, Skyrim hasn't immediately fallen into chaos it that's what is worrying you." J'Zargo noted glibly. "Sure, your absence has been noted, but then you are absent so often that people aren't even questioning it too much. They have faith you're out there somewhere on another "legendary" quest. And I suppose that, in a way, they are correct."
"What of the college?"
"Tolfdir's still taking care of most of the administrative duties as Master Wizard, so things have been going the same as ever." Serana replied this time, separating herself from her first and best friend in her very long life. "The old man misses you though, none besides me were as fervent in finding a way to reach you. It was, in fact, only his advanced age and the need to old down the fort in your absence that stopped him from coming himself."
That… meant a lot to Tristard. When he had first stumbled into the College, a broken man with nothing to his name and no hope for the future, Tolfdir had been one of the first to welcome him, with dedication to his craft and a kindness he'd seldom seen before, the old man had managed to pull him back from the edge of the abyss. It was honestly no exaggeration to say that, if Tristard was the man he was today, it was due in large part to the kindly old nord, the closest thing to a father figure he could remember having. And it warmed his heart greatly to hear the feeling was reciprocated.
"Brelyna and Onmund are much the same." J'Zargo further supplied. "Urag too, much as the senile old grouch won't admit it. But things are still running, Tristard, we have seen to that."
Good. Good, that was good…
"And what of the Thalmor?" He further probed, this time with some concern.
"Eh, they're not being an issue." The Khajiit smirked. "Between the slaughter you inflicted upon them the last time they tried anything, the patrols the dragons under Paarthurnax have been keeping in our borders, and the troubles with Hammerfell and Blackmarsh, they are too preoccupied and too scared to even consider encroaching on Skyrim again."
Another set of good news and a weight off his shoulders. That those pretentious, racist arseholes grew too bold in his absence had been one of his greatest concerns about this situation, but it was with great satisfaction and relief that he saw, if what he was hearing was anything to go by, that Nirn was moving along perfectly well without him.
"So," Serana inquired. "What happens now?"
"Well-"
"Tristard!"
Uh, fortunate timing, actually.
The dragonborn turned, to see the rest of his team approaching, Ruby and Blake at the front. There was… a noticeable, awkward tension around them as they got near, like they weren't too sure if they should be interrupting the moment.
"Hey, so, huuhm…" His team leader ventured hesitantly. "The bandits are pretty much all accounted for, so we're kinda ready to leave whenever we want, but…"
It was quite obvious, by the way she and the others were curiously staring at the new arrivals, an action that was being fully reciprocated, that there was more to it than just that.
"First of all, proper introductions are in order. Girls, as I've said earlier, these are Serana Volkihar and J'Zargo. They are good friends of mine from our world" The duo did a slight double take at his words as he then gestured towards the newcomers. "Serana, J'Zargo, these are my teammates of team RWBYS, Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna and Yang Xiao Long."
"Hi there!" Ruby greeted with cheery enthusiasm.
"Greetings," Serana replied with a polite nod, before turning curiously to the dragonborn. "So, they're aware?"
"That Tristard's a super powerful dimension hopping wizard? Yeah, he told us about that a while back." Yang answered for him.
"And you believed him?" J'Zargo inquired with a quizzically raised eyebrow.
"Summoning storms and undead dragons with yelled words amongst other insane and inexplicable feats made for a pretty convincing argument." Weiss replied in a dry grumble, trying to not be too obvious in her curious staring at the literal catman before her. "That you two are here only lends more credence to it."
"Eh, I see you've been making an impression." The khajiit commented, grinning at the dragonborn, who could only really smile bemusedly.
"Yes, he will do that." Serana agreed, a teasing smirk on her face. "It truly is an honor to meet you all. And you have my gratitude for taking care of him all this time."
"Oi." Tristard interjected, resenting that comment.
"Oh no, not at all!" Ruby denied embarrassedly, the other girls nodding with varying degrees of emphatic agreement. "If anything, he's the one who's been looking out for us!"
"Yes, he will do that too." The raven-haired woman concurred knowingly. "But perhaps more conversation should be left for later. You mentioned it was time we left, right? To where?"
"Well," Blake was the one to answer. "The huntsmen and the clean-up crews will hang around a bit longer to ensure the tower's working properly, but we have a bullhead ready to head back to Beacon right now."
At that, the tamrielic duo turned, to consider one of the aircrafts docked a bit further away.
"So, this… contraption will be our transportation?" J'Zargo asked, sounding less than pleased with the prospect.
"Uh, yeah." Ruby replied awkwardly, confused by the sudden shift in the catman's tone. "Is that gonna be a problem?"
"Oh, don't mind J'Zargo here, Ruby." The dragonborn interjected before the clearly unamused khajiit could reply. "He's never been comfortable without both feet touching ground."
"If the Gods had meant for khajiit to fly," The feline grumbled. "They would have given khajiit wings to do so."
"Well, by all means," The dragonborn replied. "If you prefer, we can just point you in the right direction and you can walk your way back."
"Yes, surely such would be little trouble for khajiit." Serana joined on the teasing.
"And once again, J'Zargo is cowardly attacked on two fronts." Their target deadpanned drily. "Sod off, you two."
"Khajiit?" Blake questioned, no longer able to contain her curiosity. "Is that what you are?"
The question had the grey-furred feline's eyes widening, his lower jaw falling slack in cheer dumbstruck surprise as Tristard chortled and even Serana smirked amusedly.
"So, it is true… what a sad, sad world this must be…" He whispered, sounding positively aghast. "That it has never witnessed the magnificence of khajiit until J'Zargo stepped foot on it…"
"Oh, come off it, you big lug." Serana chided, stepping forth to explain. "Yes, J'Zargo here is a Khajiit, one of the beast races of Nirn. Forgive him for being overly dramatic, it's a personal flaw, not a racial one."
"…Well," Weiss replied after a brief period of trying to figure out whether the explanation was serious or not. "Far be it from me to be that person, but…" She glanced around, to where a fair few of the huntsmen off in the distance were casting curious glances back. "There might be an issue with you attracting attention. And we can't really pass you off as a Faunus…"
The seemed to snap the khajiit out of his funk.
"Hhhhmm, yes, while normally, J'Zargo would be all for getting attention, J'Zargo certainly and sadly can see your point." He replied, before giving a toothy grin as he reached for his backpack, looking for something. "Fortunately, J'Zargo had the foresight to bring a solution."
The girls blinked at that, and even Tristard found himself slightly curious, if he was being honest…
"Ahah!" He grunted triumphantly as he apparently found whatever the "solution" was and pulled out… a plain, inconspicuous, metallic ring.
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…
"What?", Ruby voiced out what all the non-tamrielic folks present were thinking. Tristard, on the other hand, realized immediately what it was.
"An enchanted ring?" He inquired, eyebrow raised.
"Indeed." The khajiit confirmed, grin still firmly in place. "Upon hearing about these… Faunus folk, yes? J'Zargo, Neloren and Turrianus worked together to craft this little trick. Now, when J'Zargo wears it, like so…"
With much more needless theatrics than the deed actually required, the Khajiit wore the ring on one of his clawed digits… and immediately, his form began to shimmer, his outline growing blurry as if under a heat haze as another image seemed to impose itself upon his own. And before the stunned eyes of the young huntresses, what stood before them was no longer an anthropomorphic, grey-furred feline, but a man. Lean of build and fair-skinned, bringing to mind the Imperial race of Men, with a sharp, clean-shaven face where the toothy grin remained firmly in place, framed by long grey hair, lynx-like ears still at the top of his head while a tail still lazily swished back and forth at his backside.
"…And although J'Zargo's magnificence is now distorted by this ugly façade, it should make blending in a non-issue, no?"
The girls wisely decided not to comment, on each of their minds some variation of the thought that magic truly was bullshit in its diversity.
"…You certainly put a lot of effort into this." Tristard deadpanned sarcastically, unimpressed by the khajiit's posturing. "And you didn't have the glamour on you from the start because…?"
"Probably because he wasn't sure if it'd actually work and so thought to do it only when we found civilization and it then slipped his mind when we saw the smoke in the distance." Serana concluded for him, and in an admittedly impressive show of magical craftsmanship, the face J'Zargo now wore moved in ways that'd be otherwise anatomically impossible to him, a mild embarrassed flush even crossing his illusory cheeks.
"Well, wouldn't make much difference regardless, the magic requires some conscious effort to stay active so it might probably slip in tense situations." The khajiit grumbled, turning to the huntresses. "At any rate, J'Zargo would say we let the resident ladies decide if its effective. What do you think?"
"Uuuh," Blake ventured, not really sure out to best put it. "Faunus only really have one animal trait…"
"You poor things…" The disguised catman shook his head sympathetically, before his face once more shifted, looking almost insulted at the notion. "J'Zargo's already doing this world the disservice of hiding most of his magnificence from it." Both his feline ears and tail twitched emphatically. "Khajiit will not debase himself so far as to have to choose one or the other."
"We'll work something out later." Tristard concluded. "For now, perhaps it'd be best if we made for Beacon. They'll want to know of these developments."
"Ah yes, the academy you now belong to." Serana commented, smirking at her brother figure. "How does it feel to be a student all over again?"
"Planning yet another takeover of an institution of higher learning, are we?" J'Zargo joined in, intoning tauntingly.
"Like some higher power derives entertainment from my misfortune." Tristard replied without missing a beat. "And no, no I am not. I didn't even plan anything the last time either and you damn well know it, you arse."
"That sounds good," Ruby conceded to Tristard's suggestion, smiling but choosing to not comment on the banter. "But what do we tell the others?"
"Right, Serana, J'Zargo, a few things to keep in mind." The dragonborn made to explain, earning the duo's undivided attention. "The girls are aware of the truth, but the other team with us are not. More explanations will be given later, but for now, just know they believe me to be from a village outside the kingdoms. Play along with that if questions are asked but try not to speak too much, and if they ask about J'Zargo's form, just say it's a semblance, that should get people off your back."
The khajiit and the vampire both hummed an agreement, clearly curious for more details but trusting their friend on the matter for now.
"I've never seen a shapeshifting semblance…" Yang muttered bemusedly. "But I suppose right now that'd be the best explanation we can give."
"Yeah, we'll stick with that for now." Ruby agreed. "So, the bullhead's waiting. Let's go."
With that, the group made towards the docked airship that'd see them back to the academy, to J'Zargo's great chagrin. Team CFVY was already there, clearly waiting for them, and as they approached, a small figure rushed to meet them, Tawny hugging onto Tristard's legs as much as her little arms would allow.
"Hey there, Tawny." The dragonborn greeted kindly, once the surprise at the glomp had worn off, looking down at the little racoon girl, her face pressed against his robe. "I am glad to see you safe."
"…ou."
"I'm sorry?"
"Thank you…" The girl repeated, her shy, hesitant mutter just a little bit louder. "You stopped the bad guys. They won't hurt people a-anymore…"
"…No, they won't." The dragonborn stated, a promise edged in steel lacing his words, as he gently bent down and picked the orphan up in his arms. "Let us go, little one."
"Y-yeah." The girl agreed sleepily, exhaustion finally taking its toll as she spent her last energies readjusting in his grip. "There's… nothing for me here… now…"
As she dozed off, Tristard could only look on sadly. Tawny did not deserve any of what had happened, but it was a sad fact of life, that fairness hardly ever played a part in things. Like so many others before her, she had lost everything to the whims of wicked men… How dearly he wished he could've spared her from this…
The familiar, haunting memory of a crooked grin slithered unbidden into his mind, and the dragonborn swiftly banished it. He noticed then both teams and his fellow dimensional travellers looking on sadly.
"Hey," Coco eventually broke the silence. "We should probably get the hell out of here."
No one disagreed, and so they left Ashenwood behind.
If there was to be any sort of silver lining to this situation, it was that the ride back was quiet, none in team CVFY really having it in them to voice their curiosity.
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"…I see." Ozpin said somberly, hands stapled before his face hiding most of his expression.
In the headmaster's office at the top of Beacon's tower, the teams stood at attention before the man's desk, the deputy headmistress standing beside him, looking quite shaken even beneath the professional demeanour that did not crack, while the two newcomers to Beacon stood further back, watching the proceedings curiously. Coco and Ruby had just finished recounting the events of the mission.
"You have my sincerest apologies." The man continued, after a period of silence, surprising the students. "This mission turned out to be something far more dangerous than we expected, more so than students should have to deal with. Alexander Kron is a very dangerous and known criminal, a disgraced Atlesian commander dishonourably discharged after various incidents during the faunus revolution. He's been fairly active in the criminal underground of Mystral until recently, but we could never have guessed he'd have tried to relocate his operation. That you managed to defeat and apprehend both him and his followers speaks very highly of yours skills. For that you have my congratulations, and my gratitude."
"We didn't save Ashenwood, though…" Ruby replied morosely.
"No, but that was not your fault, Miss Rose." The Headmaster assured kindly, a sad glint in his eyes. "Ashenwood's fate lies solely at the feet of Kron and his ilk. You went above and beyond in dealing with the situation, and Remnant is a little bit safer for it, so nobody can ask any more of you. Also, if you ever need the need to talk about it, Beacon's teachers are all accredited psychiatrists, we will hear you out."
The young team leader nodded respectfully at the words, but made no further effort to speak.
"There was a standing mission for active huntsmen, for Kron's capture, with a hefty reward. I will see it wired to your accounts, it's the least I can do." The Headmaster continued when it became obvious none of the students were going to add anything. "Now, you surely need rest, and team RWBYS must accommodate their temporary guest, so you are dismissed. Glynda, if you would, accompany the girls and provide a mattress, some food for young Miss Azeban and bring it to RWBYS's quarters."
"At once, Sir." The deputy headmistress swiftly agreed, moving towards the students as most of them respectfully thanked the headmaster and made to leave.
"Mr. Soverick, please stay behind, I believe we have some further matters to discuss."
Aye, he expected as much, Serana and J'Zargo approaching to stand at attention behind him. The girls hesitated at that, looking at him and the tamrielic duo with concern, but he was quick to assuage their worries.
"It's alright, girls, I can handle this. You can go, Tawny shouldn't be alone if she wakes up."
That got them moving, following after CFVY and Goodwitch, Blake casting one last, worried glance his way before disappearing behind the elevator doors.
"Now then," Ozpin stated, as he regarded the newcomers curiously. "I understand that a lot of the success of the mission falls on your… unexpected reinforcements."
"Aye," Tristard replied, as he gestured to each of his friends in turn. "Ozpin, these are Serana Volkihar and J'Zargo, old friends. Denizens of Nirn, just as I am."
As if on cue, J'Zargo removed the ring from his finger, and the glamour vanished, revealing his full khajiit glory to the headmaster, while Serana finally removed her hood, her beautiful face and full midnight black hair fully visible.
"Greetings, Headmaster." The vampire greeted with a polite bow, while the catman gave a respectful nod.
"…I see." The headmaster replied, his impassive expression betrayed by the surprise in his tone as he considered the duo. "More interplanar travellers? It might be possible to bridge our worlds after all?"
"Alas, it is not so simple, Headmaster." J'Zargo replied. "It was only through Tristard serving as our anchor that we found our way here. As Tristard has explained it to us, your people have little understanding of magic, and without aid from a greater number of magicians than just us three, the way back is barred to us."
"Only those of the college on Winterhold know the spell that allowed us to arrive anyway." Serana further explained. "It's unlikely anyone else will make the jump."
"My apologies, then. While I do hope that you find your way back eventually, in the meantime, welcome to Beacon. I am to understand that you would like to stay in our facilities, correct?"
"We came to look for Tristard." The raven-haired woman replied. "We would prefer to not loose sight of him again, lest he disappear on us once more."
"It's not like I did it on purpose…" The dragonborn deadpanned.
"That is fair enough." Ozpin said, an amused smile on his face. "Unfortunately, we are too far into the school year to accept new students, but I am sure I can arrange something."
"Before that, Ozpin," Tristard interrupted, earning him a raised eyebrow from the older man. "There's one last detail I feel should be discussed."
"Indeed?"
"You see, when I faced off against Kron." The dragonborn explained. "The bastard showed an odd… interest in my abilities. He asked me how I had broken the rules of the Maidens. Like power such as mine is something he had seen before…" Something in the near imperceptible way the headmaster stiffened at the words caught the archmage's attention. "You know something about this." He stated more than asked.
For a long, long while, Ozpin did not reply, his impassive stare travelling between the dragonborn, the vampire, and the khajiit, all of whom stared back without breaking away.
Ultimately, he let loose a weary sigh, suddenly looking a lot older than any man had a right to be.
"Yes, I believe I do" He said gravely. "I'm aware you've been studying our legends, Mr. Soverick. Surely, you've come across the tale of the Maidens?"
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Welp, that's that for now.
My first, fully original arc is officially over, and now the story moves on towards volume 2. Be sure to let me know what you guys thought in yer reviews.
What will Serana and J'Zargo be doing in Beacon and what will happen with Tawny are things that'll be explained next time.
Next up thought, and in a bit of a break from my usual tradition, next month, on the final day of the year, I will be updating 'Ere We Go, Pluz Ultra!, so look forward to that.
Cya all in the next one, and I wish ya'll a happy holidays season!