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Conquering Remnant

Chapter II

Creation

Ozpin looked back at his compatriot, before asking something of relative importance. "What is the progress of Miss Rose and Miss Xiao Long's training, Qrow?"

They were now in his office, discussing what was to be done about this Queen and the Dragon. It looked like that the maniac that had killed all those people was with her, or so he'd assumed since there were DNA traces of a massive group of Faunus.

Not to say that a massive group of Faunus was the White Fang, but it was extremely rare for such a gathering, if only in the modern era. In the era before Dust, it would be a very common sight since there was many more Faunus then there were now. Similar with humans.

"They're... Progressing." The man stated, sighing. "It just feels like they aren't going fast enough."

"Why do you feel that way Qrow?" Ozpin questioned, curious on what he actually thought.

"Yang is good fighter, certainly." Qrow started. "But she has quite a few glaring weaknesses if you look hard enough. And her Semblance is very dangerous to herself."

"In what way?"

"The fact that if you give her too much punishment, she... Overloads. The injuries she should have come back tenfold." The scythe-wielder explained.

"And Miss Rose?" He continued. Information was needed.

"She can't control her Semblance terribly well. If she goes too fast, she loses all stability and the rose petals that come out when she uses it make even a Grimm follow her tracks easily enough." The morphing man stated. "And since her Semblance is essential to her fighting style, if someone could counter her Semblance she's essentially fucked."

"Interesting. But more important matters are at hand, Qrow. We've discovered that the White Fang and potentially your sister are working with the Queen and the Dragon." Ozpin said, uncaring about the fact that he'd essentially claimed that Raven was a traitor.

"There were traces of a recent massive Faunus gathering, right outside of the temple," continued the silver-haired man. "I'm sorry Qrow. But if it comes to it, would you kill your sister?"

The aforementioned man closed his eyes for a few seconds, and then reopened them, nodding. "I would. This business of undercover warfare has gone over long enough. But, do Glynda and Ironwood know?"

"They do," said the headmaster. "They also agree that this has gone long enough."

And he then proceeded to look out of the window, musing about Salem, and what could've been.

Adam looked at the woman, who he'd cursed ever since she'd threatened him and his organization a year ago. "What do you want, Cinder?"

"What do I want? What do you think I want?" She asked.

"I think that you want me to either fight Black again, or that other guy you have." The bull Faunus answered, bluntly. "And since I reckon that since I've beaten the former into a pulp recently, that you want me to fight Reziik - or whatever the hell his name is."

"Correct." The elemental stated. "But I reckon you want a compromise for that?"

"That my soldiers stop being sent on suicide missions with Torchwick, at least for a few weeks." Adam immediately proposed. "Or you could ask Black to do it."

"Okay. That's acceptable." Cinder agreed. They were acceptable, simply because of the fact that whilst she and Reziik were giving her a visit to Salem, they would lay low for a few weeks.

"So, where are we going to fight?" The commander of the White Fang asked, uncaring.

"Right here," interrupted a voice, that Adam immediately recognized as Reziik's.

He shrugged in acceptance, and stood on the opposite end of the field where luckily no one saw them. Because in case he lost... He didn't really want to lose the support of his comrades.

The other man stood on the other end, and held out his hands, dual summoning a pair of swords. Which was really curious, as Adam analysed the mask-wearing man, and quickly recognized the fact that even, if he wore robes, he was a trained swordsman.

But Reziik surprised him, when he pulled off his robes revealing a black and red armour with a cowl.

The bull Faunus gave a smile, and immediately jumped to the side as his adversary swung at him. He pulled out his sword, and slashed at Reziik's back, who jumped forward just in time to dodge his swing.

He then fired Blush at the man who shouted just as his bullets were near, "FEIM!"

It was a primal sound that sounded absolutely horrible and malicious, so the leader of the White Fang backed away, and sheathed his sword. The man was currently glowing blue, and his bullets went right through Reziik, which made him narrow his eyes.

Suddenly a massive fire storm headed towards the Faunus, who gave a small smirk. He pulled out Wilt and Blush, and pumped his Aura into the two swords, activating his Semblance.

Reziik had originally thought that this was going to be easy, as soon as he cast that spell. He turned towards Cinder and started walking away when...

Adam smirked as the fire from the man's spell coursed through him, powering him up immensely. He jumped towards Reziik, and slashed his sword towards the man, who took it right in the back and fell forward.

But, the terrorist wasn't stupid and jumped away, as soon as his enemy stood up and glared at him in slight anger, and appraisal. "Good work, Mister Taurus. But this ends now."

The bull tensed, and widened his eyes as he hastily blocked a sword hit from the man, who was suddenly much more faster. He fired Blush at Reziik's stomach, which actually hit.

The World-Eater jumped backwards, holding out his hands as a yellow light surrounded him. The Breton was then rid of all of his latest injuries, his Healing spell doing it's job.

Deciding that a close-range battle wasn't a very good option, especially against that combination of weapons, his hands holding a bluish lightning as he concentrated nearly half of his remaining Magicka reserves into this one spell.

Suddenly as Adam approached, a lightning storm coming from Reziik's hands hit him in the chest, sending him flying. He noticed that the Faunus had attempted to absorb the energy, but was overwhelmed by how potent his Destruction magic was.

He summoned his bow from the outer realms of Oblivion, he fired a few arrows at the disorientated man's shoulders immobilizing him. He would have preferred his own enchanted sword, that he had learned was from Mercer Frey that was called Chillrend, but these bound swords would do.

The mage had noticed that he had lost nearly all of his important weapons, armour and other accessories that he had gained before being turned into the World-Eater, which actually surprisingly upset him. He had gained those items from pure hardwork, and with Chillrend a massive amount of luck.

Apparently a Nightingale had raided Frey's base, but had left behind many valuables that Reziik had taken for himself, which included Chillrend.

His thoughts were pulled back to the fight, when he noticed that Adam was in front of him looking battered - which was probably similar to how he also looked.

The man's power was certainly interesting - Reziik felt that if he hadn't used Lightning Storm on the man, it would have taken longer then it had now.

"Hmm." voiced Cinder, with a small smirk on her face. "So, you won Reziik then?"

"I did." He answered, before according his opponent the respect that he deserved. "But that was one of the more difficult fights of my life."

Adam grunted just as he started standing up, and shook hands with the mage. He admitted, "I have never been beaten so hard and easily in my whole life."

"Are we ready for this expedition," asked the Breton, a few minutes after that event. "Because if we are going to meet this Salem, I think it would be best to do it, before the Daedric Princes know of my arrival."

Adam seemed confused at the term that he had mentioned, so Cinder in a rare act of kindness (and necessity) gave the book that Reziik had given her.

He started reading through the short book, and fifteen minutes later frowned at the information. "These Daedra seem dangerous... Are you sure that this is safe?"

"This is only a lieutenant - they barely have any of the power of the Daedric Princes. The only thing remotely dangerous, is the fact that these god-like beings can feed the lieutenant's power." The mage explained. "And even then, I have ways of counter-acting that."

"If you have ways of counter-acting these lieutenants, I think that me and a few competent squadrons can come with you." The bull replied, as he tapped on the side of the wall.

"Good. It will be much more safer then, since for all I know Namira could be preparing a trap for us." Reziik stated. "When you gather your troops, we'll get towards the position that Cinder last met her."

The leader of the White Fang nodded, and walked off to gather his soldiers. The fire elemental shot her companion a smirk, and said, "I am so glad that you actually came out of that tomb."

"Hmm. I agree since somebody else would have probably tried to kill me, for how I am literally the Nordic God of Destruction." The dragon in the body of a mortal answered, as his eyes narrowed dangerously. "But, should I remind you why I am with you, instead of the dominating faction?"

She paled ever so slightly, and he let a smirk escape his lips.

"No. I don't think that I want a reminder." The woman said, her voice and face not moving a bit. But, Reziik knew that he had the advantage on her, and thus let out the part of Alduin that had been left to him. He was in fact a melange of his old self and Alduin - but he was using more of Alduin at the moment.

"Better remember it, for I think that you and I know who is the strongest here." Reziik said as he walked off.

Cinder felt like she had released a dragon - uncontrollable, destructive and powerful. But, this dragon was helping her in his own way. For she knew that underneath all of that domineering act, he also wanted to exerce his power over Remnant, similar to her.

She also remembered why he was with her - and it made her shiver.

He was standing over a former friend, comrade with his blue sword in hand and a spell that was slowly draining her life force. Everyone else was dead. And Cinder felt the living agony of her life energy being drained as her blood was slowly bursting from her veins, her brain was extracting itself...

She made a vague attempt to grab her dagger or use her half of Amber's powers, but it was useless against this monster. Death was so very, very near.

"So, you finally felt the pain of Aela as I killed her? It's in my nature, you know." He interrupted, his hand having stopped glowing red. "And it's... Bursting to get free. Do you want to be receiving end, Cinder Fall?"

For the second time in her entire life, the woman who was threatening the peace of nearly an entire nation was feeling fear. She now knew that there was no controlling this... Monster.

And she was the one that had released him.

All things considering the state of this plane, Namira shouldn't be having the massive headache at the moment. She had just gotten information from Hermaeus Mora that the World-Eater and the Last Dragonborn had returned to the plane. Her plane.

Then again, she was the last presence on the plane that every god called Remnant. But, Sheogorath and Kynareth had intervened with her meddling to recreate the mortals, and the Divine-forsaken silver eyes that you occasionally see on his face that makes everyone that meets the Mad-God terrified. They had of course separated after that - but she knew that if she actually acted out against the mortals she would face the wrath of the two.

But, it was also a source of amusement to him - the mortals were cursed to summon one of her creations when their 'negative' emotions took hold of them, and they had a madness - the need to always evolve at the cost of the only major resource: Dust which was confined to the mines that were under mortal control.

She knew of Dust, Aura and Semblances - it had been created by Meridia in a bid to counter-react the Grimm. But, Mehrunes had made it that humans would only discover them in a life-threatening situations.

All of the Daedra had intervened in the creation of this world - for example, Hircine had created the Faunus who whilst were human in many ways, but also had many characteristics of animals.

The Aedra had also intervened in this plane, apart from Akatosh who was content to do nothing apart from make sure that Time remained as usual. There was still a few dragons that had survived the eating of Nirn via the protection of the Divines.

They weren't much of a problem since they were currently being distracted by the amount of Grimm in the other continents, apart the ones that she was concentrating on at the moment.

Of course, the mortals in the continents that she was focusing on, didn't know of the other continents. Since she couldn't interact with the plane due to the threat of Sheogorath, and Kynareth she had used her creations called Grimm to interact with the world at her heed. There was also Salem, her Lieutenant that was ordering the Grimm in her place, but she was being distracted by thoughts of revenge on the one called Ozpin.

She wondered why the realms of Oblivion hadn't been eaten with Nirn, when Alduin had finally eaten the plane. Was the dragon planning something? She didn't know and that made her concerned. Alduin didn't have the raw power that Mehrunes, Sheogorath and other Daedric Princes had, but his sphere of destruction was dangerous to nearly every divinity apart from the Creators.

And he was the World-Eater, who had enforced the creation of Remnant by eating Nirn. She wondered why the dragon hadn't devoured the other planes like Aetherius, and Oblivion?

She wasn't stupid - Alduin could have also restarted the other planes if he had so desired. It was the power that Padomaic and Anuic beings had gifted him with after all.

The innate urge to destroy everything in it's path. But, the black dragon had managed to control that urge to only destroy and leave the place for a new world.

Why, was what Namira wondered. He could've.

There was also the problem of the Last Dragonborn, who despite the fact wasn't as powerful as either the Divines or the Daedric Princes was dangerous as well. She had heard of the fact that he was an extremely powerful mage that had managed to bypass the mortals limitations on magic - similar to Mannimarco who had been defeated by the Champion of Cyrodiil.

But he hadn't bypassed the limitations of only necromancy and conjuration like Mannimarco; he had bypassed the limitations of mind magics, destruction and the literal changing of the environment around him.

Which meant that if the two fought with only magic, it would be the Dragonborn the winner merely because of the fact that he specialised in many types of magic compared to the Altmer. But, due to the fact that Mannimarco was a Lich due to his experimentation with the Undead, he'd survive.

There was also the factor of him being a competent warrior, with a surprising amount of skill sneaking around places. He wasn't even half as skilled as the Hero of Kvatch who had successfully beaten Jyggalag, in a sword battle.

There was always a discrepancy among the 'heroes', she mused, is that they all start off as prisoners with little to no knowledge on how they got there. The goddamned champion of Meridia was a prisoner to Molag Bal, the Dragonborn was a prisoner about to be executed, the Hero of Kvatch was a prisoner for those Imperials, the Nerevarine had also been a prisoner...

It didn't add up. They were all prisoners at one point or another, right before a crisis of some sort happens. It had to be divine intervention; but what Daedric Prince or Divine?

It hadn't been of her own will, that was for sure. She had preferred it all of those crises had actually happened; it would have been much more interesting.

Everything about this situation wasn't as straightforward as she had hoped, but the Daedra always had a plan, ready or already in motion.

She slowly huddled towards the campfire that she had just created, wondering why and how it was snowing in Vale. It never usually snowed, when she thought about it. Maybe, it was whatever gods or goddesses that might be up there that, were mocking her for her own mistakes.

She could've stopped him from doing what he had, if she had maybe reacted quicker. But she hadn't and now she was in the slums, on the outskirts of the illustrious town of Vale.

The girl tentatively looked around the fire, shivering slightly as an icy wind vaguely hit her. She had luckily found a corner of an alleyway, that actually hid her from the snow and icy gales.

"What is a girl like you, doing here in the cold?" asked a growl-like voice, from behind her. "J'hago go doesn't think that it's very nice, staying in the cold."

"Who... Ar-re... Youu..." The cold teenager managed to stutter out through chattering teeth, as she slowly kept her hand on the sheath of

"His name is J'hago. And J'hago feels like fellow Khajiit needs his help." The mysterious man announced, with a weird way of speaking and accent. And what the heck was a Khajiit. Her real surprise was when she saw... A literal cat-man helping her out, with claws, fur, a tail and ears.

It was when fire suddenly sprouted from his hands, and lit up her dying fire that should have made her feel scared, but she wasn't. The black-haired girl actually felt comforted by the man's presence, which was weird considering all of the circumstances. It was too weird.

"Why am I feeling better in your presence," she demanded. "I shouldn't be!"

"J'hago thinks that he knows. He smells traces of... Something within you." J'hago said. "On the outside, it is obvious that you are one of my distant racial cousins, birthed from Hircine. But there is something else."

"Stop speaking in riddles... Please." The Faunus pleaded with the stranger. But, for some reason, she felt as if she knew him from some distant place.

"You do not know of Tamriel?" He asked instead. Her silence answered his own question. "J'hago feels sad that his own relative does not know of the homeland. Let me tell you a story..."

She quickly realised that one of her relatives was trying to help her, and immediately introduced herself. "I'm Blake Belladonna."

He gave her a small smile, and commenced his tale. "You see, that a long time ago there was a continent on the planet Nirn called Tamriel. There were a myriad of species like the Man - typical humans, the Elves which are obviously elves, and finally the Beastfolk as Man and Elves call us. Nirn isn't exactly a planet - it is a plane that can be destroyed and then comes another planet with many similarities with Nirn. Do you have any questions, Blake Belladonna?"

"Are the Beastfolk like me and you?" Blake questioned, curiously. Sure he had fur, but their physiology was pretty much the same!

"In a way. But there were two types of Beastfolk, like the Khajiit who are similar to J'hago, and the Argonians who are essentially lizard humanoids." He explained, and she could actually despite his vague explanations see what the Argonians were like.

"Were they like you - scales instead of skin, and tails?" She questioned.

"Yes, ultimately. They come from the Hist, that are sentient trees that have been said to help birth the Argonians. But, J'hago thinks that Blake should come with him. For, relatives should not abandon eachother, yes?"

Blake slowly nodded, trusting her instincts that that told her that this man was in fact her relative, however distant.

Reziik gazed over the small army that Adam had managed to supply him with. The White Fang really did have a lot of support for their cause. It was similar to the Stormcloaks, a army that was small, but had many supporters.

"You've really pulled some strings for this operation haven't you?" The World-Eater stated. "It's impressive, honestly."

"These Lieutenants seem dangerous enough, and we are going to enter Grimm-infested territory." The terrorist answered, honestly. "But yes, many people have wanted to unwind their frustrations."

"On the Grimm, and whatever Daedra she has at her disposal?" He asked, and the man nodded his head in reply.

"It is strange that you suddenly seem to have a lot more soldiers at your disposal, though." Cinder said, a small smirk plastered on her face.

"The recent operations with Torchwick have been a failure, so I didn't give you my best. But, these Daedra seem much more dangerous then your regular Huntsman." Adam explained, uncaring about the angry expression on her face.

"Why do you think that, Taurus?" demanded the elemental.

"Because they are mine, not yours for fuck's sake!" The Faunus snarled, his eyes glowing red in anger. "And you need me - I don't need you!"

"I could repeat the incident, that caused you to co-operate with me," retorted Fall.

"I couldn't give more of a shit. Do you really think that I'd have my best with me at all times? Your little dogs could barely touch me even months ago, do you really think I've been idle!? That my best have been? If you think that, you really are a naïve bitch." Taurus ranted, as he stalked threateningly over to the woman who was actually shorter then him, and brandished Blush.

She in exchange summoned a fireball, and pointed it towards his chest as well, as he pointed his gun towards her head.

"Let's all calm down," Reziik intervened, after observing their fight. There was obviously tension between the two, and Adam was slowly getting angry at being used for something other then their cause. And he had unleashed it where he knew that his actions could be blamed on merely being tense. Cinder felt that she wasn't getting enough support. "Salem is much more important, then your tension. She could destroy your respective causes when she wants."

"Let's get this over with." muttered Adam, with Cinder nodding with him.

It was at that specific moment, that Salem struck and pandemonium erupted.

AN: This chapter has been for some reason at about 1600 words for about two months. Sorry. But I then researched some Elder Scrolls lore, and here I am with a 4000 word chapter.

For the people that are wondering, Hircine did actually create the Faunus, but used the Khajiit and Argonians as bases for them. And is Blake actually distantly related with J'hago?

I know the answer; but that shall be explained.

I personally hoped that I did Khajiit dialogue right. It's relatively hard to get a good feel for it.

But, well I hoped that you enjoyed.