Alright, so I've had this in my mind since a tyrant's test happened, thought it'd be a cool idea. Anyhow, here's the results, hope ya like it! :D

She rose not to the sounds of battle, but to it's deafeningly silent aftermath, she looked around only to find herself surrounded by the corpses of friend and foe alike, tattered banners of each faction laid on the ground, forgotten.

She took a step forward only to feel a sharp pain in her abdomen. A hand flew towards the wound on instinct and came away red with her own blood, she closed her hand, biting through the pain, and began to look for her missing weapons, quickly finding her sword and dagger.

"Ugh…" she snapped towards the noise, it was a conqueror clad in white armor leaning against a wall with a spear through his leg, an arrow in his shoulder and a dagger through his chest. "Help, I need help..." he managed to rasp out.

She made her way towards him as quickly as she could, weaving through the bodies of Warborn, Dawn Empire and Iron Legion alike. As she approached, the man's relief was visible.

"You are a sight for sore eyes peacekeeper," He said with a chuckle that quickly turned into violent coughing. He looked up to her again as he wheezed for air. "How bad is it?"

She simply shook her head as she knelt in front of him "Yeah, yeah... thought so," He answered as his shaking hands attempted to lift his helmet though failed as they slumped down, too weak to do so. "Help me with this would you?" The peacekeeper did as asked and slowly removed his bloodied helmet. He took a breath of fresh air and took a waterskin from his belt, as he opened it, she smelled the wine inside and tilted her head when he took a long and greedy gulp. He sighed and extended the skin towards her, she took it and lifted her helmet just enough for her lips to be visible, and took a small sip. She handed the drink back to the conqueror, who promptly finished it off.

"Good wine, yeah?" He coughed, blood coming out of his mouth. "Hey, do a dying man a favor and take my helmet with you, show it to my brother, he'll know." He said between coughs. The peacekeeper stood and, granting the man's last wish took his helmet. She briefly looked around before finding the remains of an Iron legion banner, she used the tattered piece of cloth to wrap the piece of armor and hooked it to her belt. Just as she began to walk away, the conqueror called for her. "What's your name?"

She stood silent for a moment before answering "Tranquility." The conqueror chuckled at her answer. "Of course… Of course…" he said with his last breath.

straightShe sighed before continuing. Her training had taught her one thing; if you don't know where to go, look for a vantage point. Right now, that meant she could only go to one place. She looked up at the large castle that Apollyon used to call hers, the castle where she'd faced the forces of the Iron legion and the dawn empire, the castle where the war between the factions renewed so long ago, and where just a few hours ago, warriors from everywhere came to bask in the peace they had created.

"The Shard."

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Tranquility made it up slower than she would have liked, her wound forcing her to take breaks every few minutes, but so long as she was there she could start making sense of what had exactly happened.

"Hey, you!" Someone called out to her. "Get over here before an arrow sends you straight to Valhalla!" she tilted her head at the raider who was waving his hands maniacally to get her attention before doing as he said and following him past a small wooden door that lead to what looked like a kitchen. A valkyrie approached the raider.

"Torbjorn, is this it?" she said after giving Tranquility a brief glance. "Did no one else from the lower castle made it?" she asked him.

"No, if anyone other than kidney stabber here made it then they either fled when they got the chance, or are captured, but by the looks of it they're probably just dead."

The valkyrie sighed with defeat clear in her voice "Damnit… Bring her in then, the others will want to meet her," she said as she walked off through another door.

Torbjorn nodded. "Will do." He turned to look at her and jerked his head towards the other door. Tranquility nodded and stepped through into a wide room which had large tables and benches everywhere, perhaps a dining room. The eyes of almost every warrior inside were drawn to her for a brief moment before returning to their original tasks. Before, one would've been surprised to find warriors of every faction in one room that weren't trying to kill each other, however, the truce of Wyverndale changed everything. She looked at each hero for a moment before looking to the next, a nobushi wearing nothing but black and grey, an aramusha sharpening two katana that, in their attempts to look fancy, ended up looking cheap instead. A shaolin meditated in a corner while a tired looking tiandi tried to get the monk's attention, an old looking black prior kneeled with a worried expression as he quietly prayed to a crude looking wooden cross on his hands, there was a warden in black and gold armor who simply tossed a coin up and down as he stood in place, and even amongst these warriors there were officers, soldiers and pikemen of all factions simply standing idly by or chatting amongst themselves. However, four warriors stood out like a sore thumb, so she decided to approach them.

"You're the actors, how did you survive?" she asked them with genuine curiosity.

The one dressed as Gudmundr chuckled. "Aye we are, and to be honest, I don't know how we're still alive, they caught us at the worst possible time, gods we tried our best but-"

Apollyon's actress rubbed his back. "It's alright Gunnar, I'll take it from here." She removed her helmet before continuing, showing her short brunette hair and deep brown eyes. "We were just about to play Apollyon's defeat when the attack began, we had to defend ourselves with prop weapons, and out of everyone on stage we were the only ones who knew how to at least defend ourselves with them." She shook her head with a sorrowful look. "We were rescued by Aquila, the black prior over there." She gestured to the praying warrior. "We somehow managed to hold them off but the rest…" the actress sighed.

"I understand," Tranquility said with a nod. She parted her lips for a moment, wishing to say anything that could perhaps help them through their emotions but couldn't find the proper words. She pondered on this for a moment and just as she'd finally found her speech, a lawbringer clad in golden armour stepped into the center of the room and looked around before removing his helmet, revealing a man of pale skin with eyes and hair that somehow seemed more golden than his armour, his face, young as it was, featured scars that told of his experience. His presence was something that no one failed to notice, it was a presence that demanded nothing less than one's full and undivided attention, and it was attention that he received from every soul in the room.

"So, this is everyone…" he took a deep breath before continuing. "Before we begin, is there anyone in this room who doesn't speak the common tongue?"

The aramusha was the only one to raise his hand. "I learning before attack." He spoke slowly and with a thick accent, his voice clearly not used to the words.

Before he could speak again, the nobushi beside him elbowed him "Ohanashi sa sete kudasai, Murasaki-san." (let me speak for you, Murasaki) She said to the straw hat in a low tone before addressing the lawbringer. "He understands a little, I'll fill in the blanks later."

"That should be good enough," he said with a nod. "Now, comes the hard part… I don't like dancing around a problem, so I'll just go ahead and say it: we are all that remains of the Shard's defenders, we're too small a force to do anything against them that would matter and all the escape routes are either swarming in enemies, or blocked off entirely. We must decide what to do next."

Torbjorn, the raider, scoffed. "Well the answer is obvious isn't it? We fight to the last man, make the bastards regret the day they were born!" The valkyrie, along with the remains of the Viking forces, showed their agreement by nodding with a fire in their eyes, some even slamming their weapons on their shields.

"I wasn't going to suggest otherwise, and even if I did, I'd seriously doubt anyone would agree, no, that's not what I wished to say." He took a moment to glance at everyone with a tired look, then continued. "What if I told you all that there may be a way to end all of this right here, to stop this corruption?"

"Then it would be my duty to do so, to succeed or die trying, in the name of peace," The warden in black said as he stepped forward, holding a medallion with the symbol of a minor legion that Tranquility thought had long since died out; The Guardian legion. "So aye, you'd have my blade."

"As well as mine and of every samurai who still draws breath, you can be assured that we will all fight to end this madness, Lawbringer." A kensei said with fire in his voice.

Every warrior nodded to their words, and the golden Lawbringer smiled ever so faintly. "Then I can share this information: Shortly after gathering fellow knight survivors, I had the last surviving group of Iron legion scouts search for the enemy leader, and to my surprise they did find her, but the cost was too great. The surviving scout managed to return and give me a report before she died to poison." He took a moment take a deep breath before continuing. "Their leader is holed up where the last scene of the play was supposed to take place, it isn't far but we'd never make it, not in a frontal assault anyways. I had given up any hope of reaching the place, but then this peacekeeper showed up." He gestured a hand towards her. "She can get behind enemy lines and kill anyone who tries to raise the alarm while we make our way to the head of the snake."

"And when they find us?" Asked the nobushi.

The golden Lawbringer cracked his neck and stood up straighter. "We make them work for it. I will give you all fifteen minutes to make peace with the world, and then we march…" with that, he went back to his corner, picked up his weapon and began to sharpen it.

In those fifteen minutes Vikings raided the kitchen for one last feast, Knights prayed for forgiveness for their sins, Samurai bowed to their commanders and heroes as a last show of respect to them and the last two remaining Wu Lin talked amongst themselves. There were a couple of outliers of course, the odd knight approached the feasting Vikings to share a drink while some Samurai talked to their once enemies as if they were long time friends. Tranquility allowed herself to feel and smiled with sadness from beneath her helmet. How long had the truce lasted? In all honesty she didn't know, her work as a peacekeeper kept her from truly joining the festivities and games, but right now, as she caught a glimpse of what it was, she couldn't help but feel regretful that she'd never given herself the time to simply bask in the peace, it made her wonder how friendship would have felt.

While she held these thoughts, she failed to notice the black prior that walked towards her at a steady pace. "Peacekeeper, have a minute?"

His voice startled her, even though she didn't physically show it. "Yes, what is it that you need?" she asked with a hint of curiosity in her voice.

"You fought in the lower castle, yes?" At her nod, he continued. "My brother was down there, a conqueror in iron legion colours, just like me, he wore white armour too." He took a deep breath and spoke with a tired sigh. "If you know what became of him…"

Tranquility said nothing as she unhooked the improvised bag from her belt and began unwrapping the helm, as Aquila caught a glimpse of white stained red his eyes grew wide and he collapsed to his knees. "Caius…"

The peacekeeper had seen this before, and like those times, she stayed quiet as she knelt in front of the older man and gently laid down the almost pristine white somber exodus helm on top of the broken banner she'd placed as a blanket and said nothing as the black prior took the helm with trembling hands and began running circles around the metal with his thumb. "No, no, nonono" he kept repeating over and over, as if he were to deny it enough it would stop being real, but no matter how close he held the lifeless cold metal to his beating heart, no matter the tears that fell on the white helmet, no matter his quiet sobs, he couldn't change what was before him.

Tranquility watched, unfeeling, as the man quietly muttered his brother's name again and again. Many times she'd wished she could share that feeling, to know how to at least give comfort, but she was a peacekeeper, and they never taught her how.

"Friends," The lawbringer called, now holding his weapon and wearing his helmet. "It is time… we move as a group, no one gets left behind, clear?" at their nods, he sighed before heading towards the door. "Let's move."

As every warrior left the room, Aquila remained on his knees for a brief moment before tying the piece of the banner to his right wrist and placing the white helm on his head. He kept his gaze down as he got his sword and shield, and when he finally looked up, the sorrow in his eyes was forgotten, replaced by a burning hatred.

As the small force made their way through the open space, Tranquility did her best to keep the enemy unaware of their presence. Scouts, sentries, and the odd captain or officer were quickly dealt with and any form of alarm was disposed of or sabotaged.

As she kept going however, she encountered a problem: her injury was slowing her down.

She thought it would only be a minor problem, but the further she kept going, the dizzier she felt, the more pain she felt but if she failed now, if she let her wound stop her, she would be a failure to herself and to the warriors counting on her to keep forward, so she did what she always did: bite through the pain and keep moving.

Tranquility came across another patrol and decided to act quickly. She ignited a fiat lux and tossed it to the group, jumping at them as soon as she heard their startled cries. The first soldier fell with a gurgled cry as she slit his throat, she stabbed the second one below the armpit and into his throat before kicking him to the officer, who stumbled to the floor. Before she could pounce on him, a captain she'd failed to notice tackled her to the ground with his shield, hitting her injured side. Tranquility screamed in pain as she hit the floor, the captain tried to stab the spot where her neck had been just a moment ago and she retaliated by kicking him in the face, she stood up as the man stumbled back and circled behind him, slashing the back of his knees to bring him down and stabbing him trough the heart. She stumbled towards the officer who was just starting to get up and quickly slit his throat.

Tranquility took a moment to breathe, clutching her injury and hissing in pain. Fighting was becoming harder and harder, she didn't know how much farther she could go before she or the survivors were discovered.

Her question was answered sooner than she would've liked when a horn went up in the distance, followed by a second and a third.

Tranquility began to go back the way she came, it was time to rejoin the main force.

It was time to die.

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The warriors stopped at the sound of the horns, looking around nervously and reading their weapons. There was uncertainty in the air, there was dread, but then they heard a rallying cry from within their ranks.

"FOR WYVERNDALE, FOR PEACE!" No one knew who had shouted it, but their voices soon joined in.

"CHARGE FORWARD!" The raider, Torbjorn yelled, it was suicidal, it was madness, but no one cared at this point. This was their last stand, and so, as one, they charged, screaming at the top of their lungs like madmen. They were soon met with enemy forces and in the brutal melee that ensued, one thing became very, very clear about their enemies. The way they fought like rabid dogs, the insults they hurled at them and even the colours which painted their shields.

"Blackstone dogs!" growled the lawbringer as he pulled his poleaxe free from the ribcage of a conqueror. He should have known they would attack sooner or later, he'd thought there were so few remaining that they wouldn't be able to mount a proper siege, he thought the remnants of the Blackstone legion had been reduced to nothing but bandits and guerrilla fighters. He'd grown complacent, and this was his punishment.

"It all makes sense that way doesn't it?!" Called the warden who fought beside him as he ripped his sword from the neck of a black prior and raised the blade in the air. "Iron legion, take as many of them down as you can, for the Lord warden, for peace! FOR WYVERNDALE!" the soldiers answered in kind with their own war cry.

"For honor!" shouted the kensei, who was quickly followed up by his fellow samurai.

"VALHALLA!" Joined in the Valkyrie as she rallied the vikings.

The screams of enemy and friend alike filled the air as the survivors craved a bloody path forward and even though the moved as closely packed as they could, even though they fought with a ferocity only heard of in legends, their numbers began to slowly but surely dwindle. One moment there was a pikemen right next to the heroes, and in the next, he was gone, replaced by an enemy.

After what felt like an eternity of fighting, the warden took a moment to catch his breath as he fell to a knee, he looked around the battlefield as he forced his heart to slow down and in that moment, he saw it. He raised to his feet as quickly as he could and shouted with a hoarse voice. "Keep moving! we're almost there!"

The small force which had only begun to slow down charged forward with renewed vigor.

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By the time Tranquility reached the objective area, she found nothing but corpses and silence. Their forces had been completely wiped out and the stench of death permeated the air. As she approached the bodies, she couldn't help but sigh at the sight of the ones she managed to recognize. The black prior she'd met had been run with a sword from his back, the shaolin and tiandi weren't far apart from each other and both had a dagger through their heart, the lawbringer was missing one of his legs and seemed to have died of blood loss, the aramusha was impaled to a wall with both his arms gone, there were many more dead, and many looked like they fell to poison. As Tranquility kept going, she stumbled on something and as she looked down, she found the severed head from the nobushi, which she only managed to recognize thanks to the remains of her shattered fox mask, Tranquility looked around for her corpse but the body was nowhere to be found.

She sighed as she closed the eyes of the head of the once beautiful woman and turned around, doing her best to ignore the stench. There was nothing left for her here and so made to leave, thinking that if she was careful enough she could sneak away and report back to the observers before the enemy could expand any further. Before she could get far however, she was stopped by the sound of a woman's laughter. Her instincts told her to get away, but her curiosity told her to investigate, she choose the latter.

As she grew closer to the sound, she noticed the droplets of blood on the floor, and gripped her weapons tighter, ready to defend herself if need be.

As she grew closer, she saw a woman with black armour and gold accents stand over the corpse of Apollyon's actress. As tranquility inched closer, she got a better look at the woman, her gauntlets had claws in them, she wore a fine looking cape and a helmet all too similar to Apollyon's. However the thing that caught her attention the most wasn't any of those things, but rather the fact she kept two swords; one she held on her hands and the other she kept wrapped in linen on her back.

Tranquility knew this had to be the enemy leader, and so she drew her crossbow and took aim at the woman's unprotected neck. She took a deep breath and fired, however, right as she pressed the trigger, the woman moved, the bolt deflecting off her armor.

The armored woman snapped her head towards her position and began to Sprint towards her. Tranquility had no choice but to fight now, and so she leaped towards the woman, thrusting with her sword and following it up with a second one with her dagger. Tranquility kept her offense and didn't stop attacking, even as her muscles screamed for her to stop. Her opponent dodged out of Tranquility's next attack, following up with a stab on her abdomen and a backhand that sent the peacekeeper stumbling back, the warmonger used the moment to deliver a large overhead cut directly onto Tranquility's left shoulder.

The peacekeeper screamed in pain as the blade cut deep but the pain was the least of her concerns as she found it hard to concentrate and felt her body burn: she'd been poisoned. Her opponent saw her weakness and kicked her in the abdomen, knocking her down and leaving her very little time to avoid the stab that would've ended her life. The peacekeeper tried to reach for her opponent's throat with her dagger, missing by an inch. The warmonger chuckled and gripped her arm, lifting her up to a kneeling position and changing her grip to choke her with both her hands.

Just as Tranquility felt herself slipping away, she used whatever strength she had left on her left arm and stabbed the warmonger in the gut.

The woman growled at the dagger now placed on her and let go of the peacekeeper, only to retaliate by doing the exact same; she impaled the smaller woman and charged ahead until they hit a wall.

In a last ditch attempt, Tranquility used sword to throw a slow and sluggish attack in an attempt to cut the warmonger's throat, though only managed a glancing blow, a scratch.

The warmonger laughed as she retrieved her blade and the peacekeeper slumped to her knees "You fight like a wolf, but you lack strength."

Tranquility raised her head at the woman, using whatever strength she had left in her body and soul to speak. "Who are you? Why do al this?" she began to cough violently. "Why poison?"

"You have many questions, warrior," she said with a dark chuckle as she nonchalantly removed the dagger from her abdomen. "You fought like a true wolf, and for that, I shall answer." The warmonger dropped her elegant flamberge to the side with a loud clang, took the sword from her back and began to undo the wrapping. "What do we fight for? Peace? Peace is a false hope, it is a lie told by leaders and cowards who have lost the will to fight…" She continued to undo the wrapping and Tranquility could see the beginnings of a hilt, a wooden thing wrapped in old leather with studs around it. "But now, the time of reckoning has come, we will cleanse Heathmoor of the liars and the wicked…" There was a guard, black as night with an intricate pattern on it. The peacekeeper's eyes widened, it couldn't be. "We will start a new era for the true heroes of this world…"

The wrapping came undone and Tranquility could perfectly see the blade many thought was lost long ago, a blade she thought she'd never see again.

"I am Astrea, my message is this: peace is poison," she said as she admired the longsword she held in her hands. "We are the order of Horkos and we are war..." Astrea said as she tickled Tranquility's throat with Apollyon's blade. "And we will fight poison with poison."

Tranquility said nothing as Astrea walked past her, the blade still by her throat. "You fought well Blackstone, like a true warrior ought to." Astrea removed the blade with a dark chuckle. "And yet…" tranquility didn't need to look underneath the woman's helmet to know that she was sneering. "Sheep."

As her head rolled off her shoulders, in those last seconds of consciousness, Tranquility saw her own headless corpse.

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Somewhere in the fabric of the universe, a voice so ancient, so powerful and so incomprehensible spoke to the warriors who even in death managed to listen, it spoke to the truest of the brave that never gave up in the face of tyranny, from the lowest of soldiers to the mightiest of the heroes. For many the voice was incomprehensible, for their minds could not handle the soft whispering that this being allowed them to hear, but for those that managed to listen, they heard only this:

"WARRIORS, NOBLEST OF FIGHTERS, THIS IS NOT YOUR GRAVE."

Hi.

So how was it? Good? Bad? Meh? Please let me know, and if you're not really interested in the crossover bit you could consider all of what just happened as cannon to For Honor since y'know, nothing really big happens.

P.S.: I may edit this later to include each hero's fashion to give you an idea of what to visualize when reading, no it's not because I'm to lazy to actually describe the armour and weapons, totally not that.

P.P.S.: No, I did not use Google translate for the Japanese part, shut up.