Okay, it's been a while, but I haven't forsaken you yet! Here is my restored chapter of "Beware, Beware the DragonArc Comes"
TO THE MOTHAFLUFFIN STORY!
Blue flames roared around Jaune's body as he stepped forward to face his foe. The other students with him stepped back in awe. And to avoid having their eyebrows burnt off. Despite literally being on fire, Jaune seemed completely unaffected as the azure blaze gently caressed his body. Holding up a hand, Jaune concentrated a ball of burning sapphire into it and took another step forward. Inhaling once, Jaune spoke three words in succession.
"Wuld..."
"NAH KEST!"
And vanished in a blur. Only to reappear in front of the giant, mossy deathstalker. With his burning fist and whole arm fully immersed within the Grimm's left eye.
"Burn baby, burn!" He cried aloud for all to hear. And within the monster's eye, he opened up his fist to release a Blue Fireball. The results were spectacular, blue flames burst forth from the creature's remaining eyes and from its mouth before exploding in a blue ball of fire. Once the flames had died out, Jaune returned to his new friends. "That's better," He sighed in relief, as if a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
"That... Was... AWESOME! You were all like, 'Let me handle this.' and just wiped out that Grimm like a BOSS!" Nora exclaimed. More or less, that pretty much summed up what happened. "Excuse me, but what was that?" Weiss asked. "Magic." Jaune plainly answered. Weiss slapped herself in the head. "Duh, I mean what was all that about?"
"That's... something I'd rather not talk about right now. How about we return to Ozpin?" Jaune awkwardly suggested. It was a little too early to bring up the subject of marriage with these strangers. The heiress eyed the foriegner suspiciously before nodding. "Very well, how about you summon that Dragon of yours again." Weiss suggested. "His name is Durnehviir, and he's not my dragon. He's my friend. Not some sort airborne carriage service." Weiss nodded apologetically, "Of course, of course, I didn't mean to offend." She apologized, not wanting to ruin a potential alliance with the clearly more poweful than herself wizard. "No offense taken, I understand you people don't have much knowledge of magic or anything related to that. Anyways, even if I wanted to, I can't summon Durnehviir again for at least another hour. He needs to rest and recover his energy, if he remains outside of the Soul Cairn for too long, he will wither away."
"Soul Cairn? What's that?" Pyrrha asked. Jaune grimaced. "Nasty business, that. Come on, I'll explain on the walk back to Professor Ozpin." And so their treck began. As well as Jaune's explanantion. "In Tamriel, the continent of which I'm from, magic is a somewhat common thing. Going from magic users to magic objects and creatures. Like your Grimm, they are of a supernatural magical nature. More on that later. Anyways, among these magical items, are Soul Gems. Crystals of which, when used with a Soul Trapping spell or weapon, can capture a person or creature's soul upon death."
Wait what? Trapping somebody's soul? That sounds... Evil... "And what is done with these filled soul gems?" Pyrrha tentatively asked, afraid of what the answer was. Most, if not all the girls were frightened by this prospect. "Simple, the soul gem is used in the enchanting process of magic weapons and armor. Like my axe, it was enchanted with the Firey Souls enchantment and a magicka draining enchantment. If I hit someone, or something with it, Magebane will set them on fire, drain their magic energy, and if they die, their soul will be trapped in an empty soul gem I have in my possesion."
"That's horrible! You mean to say you partake in this sort of horrendous behaviour?!" Weiss shrieked. Jaune shrugged, "Sort of, soul trapping people is heavily frowned upon. Most soul gems are filled with the souls of wild animals, convicts, or outlaws. I only use Magebane on fighting those sorts of enemies. Or enemies who happen to be too dangerous to leave their souls uncaptured." The Archmage answered. "Anyways, where was I? Oh yes, when a soul gem is used, the soul inside is sent to the Soul Cairn. I've been there. Very dull, and dreary. But, I did learn some powerful spells while I was there though. The Soul Cairn is ruled by these mysterious beings called the 'Ideal Masters'. And they REALLY like harvesting more souls to populate their barren wasteland of a dimension. While I was there, I met and fought Durnehviir. Who, in ancient times, ages ago, travelled there to study the forbidden art of Necromancy."
"In exchange for becoming more powerful, Durnehviir was tasked ith collecting the soul of one individual who had been hiding within the Soul Cairn and away from her estranged husband. Valerica. As it so happened, I met Valerica too. The two had been playing the ultimate waiting game, waiting to see who would give up first. Why had it taken so many centuries if not millenia for them? Simple, Vaerica, as it turns out, happens to be a Vampire. So, she was completely incapable of dying via old age. I was meddling in their affairs and Durnehviir took exception to that."
"And from then, when the opportunity presented itself, Durnehviir challenged me into personal combat. It was a long and hard fight, but I won. And with my victory, came his loyalty and friendhip." And with that, Jaune finished his story and surprise surprise. They were at the cliff where Ozpin was located.
TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY CHIBI JAUNE JUMPING A WHOLE LOT TO CLIMB THE CLIFF (AND SUCCEEDING), FOLLOWED BY EVERYONE ELSE CLIMBING LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE AND WATCHING HIM AS IF HE'S CRAZY. NORA AND BLAKE ATTEMPT TO IMITATE JAUNE. THEY BOTH FAIL.
"Finally! We made it!" Jaune exclaimed as the rest of his newfound friends reached the top. Jaune took a good look at the setting sun. Then Ozpin. Walking up to the headmaster, Jaune decided to say what was on his mind. "Hey, Ozpin! I gotta say something you might wanna hear." He greeted. "Yes?" Was the older man's response, the girls watched. Unsure of what Jaune was thinking. Jaune looked back at the girls (and you, dear reader), "Okay kids, take note. Ahem." Jaune turned his attention back towards the green clad man.
"Fus..."
Weiss and Blake's eyes widened in surprise and alarm. Was Jaune really about to do what they think he was going to do? Ozpin merely raised an eyebrow in confusion. Not knowing what was to come.
"RO DAH!"
And before he knew what had just happened, Ozpin was sent flying through the air and into the forest below. Everyone, apart from Glynda as she was still unconcious, watched in shock as Jaune had done the unthinkable. Yep. He did it.
WITH OZPIN
"Note to self... Never launch Jaune off of anything... EVER..."
"Second note to self... This will probably hurt. A lot."
"Third note to self... It did."
AT THE CLIFF
"HOW DOES IT FEEL!?" The Dragonborn shouted in frustration. "NEXT TIME, WHEN YOU DECIDE TO LAUNCH SOMEBODY OFF OF A CLIFF, YOU'LL REMEMBER THIS!" Apparently, Jaune's shouting had awakened Glynda. Who woke up to the sight of Jaune leaning over the cliff edge screaming various obscenities in a language she was unfamiliar to. But a question formed in her head. What happened to her boss? After a moment of thought, she realized that the young mage must have launched Ozpin off the cliff. The looks on her other students' faces explained it.
Noticing Jaune was now standing on a launch pad, an idea came to her. 'I better get either a raise for this, or a kick out of it...' Bringing up her scroll, Glynda accessed the mainframe from which she had access to the launch pads. "Mister Arc, I must inform you that launching any member of the school faculty will not be tolerated. Normally, this sort of behaviour would result in expulsion. Today, however, I will let you off with a warning." Glynda told her new student as she prepared to put her plan in action. Jaune, oblivious to the plans, nodded. "Very well, I will apologize to Ozpin next time I see him." The young mage replied. "Oh, I don't think you'll have to wait very long..." Glynda said. "Oh? Why is that?" He asked. "Oh... Just a hunch..." She answered. And pressed the button.
"OH NOT THIS SHIT AGAAAIIIIiiinnnnn!" Glynda and the remaining students couldn't help but laugh at poor Jaune's misfortune.
TIME SKIPPIES BROUGHT TO YOU BY CHIBI JAUNE LANDING RIGHT ON TOP OF CHIBI OZPIN INSIDE THE EMERALD FOREST.
Later that night, the students of Beacon were treated to the peculiar sight of Professor Ozpin and Jaune Arc both covered with sticks and leaves and dirt during the Team Naming Announcements. The two headmasters glared at each other as Ozpin called out Jaune's team's name. "...led by Jaune Arc..." There were some shouts of encouragement from the rest of Jaune's new friends. For his part, Jaune was surprised that Ozpin still made Jaune the leader of his own team. What with that stunt he pulled earlier.
The rest of the event carried out normally. Ruby was made the leader of her own team, which oddly enough, had the same name as its young wolfish leader. Just different spelling. RWBY.
LATER
Jaune as currently taking a bath while the girls of the two newly formed teams of RWBY and JNPR were taking some time in JNPR's dorm to get to know each other. The subject they were talking about? Jaune. What else? They were prying all the information they could get out of Blake, for her part, was happily sharing. Seeing as she was in safe company, Blake removed the bow she wore over her cat ears and began. "Okay girls, so what do you want to know about my Master?" She asked.
Pyrrha was the first. "Is he really from outside the Four Kingdoms?" Blake nodded. "Yes, He is from the land known as Skyrim. A province within the Cyrodillic Empire of Tamriel. The Continent from which he is from." Weiss was next. "He comes from a less scientifically and technologically advanced place, right? If that's the case, his people, and therefore, he, himself, must believe in some kind of Divine Power. Right?" Blake nodded. "Yes, though, I don't see why that's important..." Weiss and the others looked at Blake in surprise. "What do you mean? His God or Gods must be very important to him to have that much power!" Weiss exclaimed. "Sure they, they as in the Gods, may be important to others, but He doesn't need them," Blake said. "And why is that?" Lae Ren asked the catgirl. "Simple. He is one..."
AND I'MMA STOP IT RIGHT HERE FOR YOU GUYS
Sorry it took so long to update this chapter, but when things go to shit... They go to shit. And as some of you may know, this story will be continuing as normal. Unlike my "The Lone Courier" and "Hunters of the Light" stories which will be undergoing rewrites/reboots. The new versions will be altered from their original counterparts.
Oh, and before I forget, for those of you who don't know...
PREPARE FOR GUEST CHARACTERS FROM OTHER FRANCHISES/SERIES!
Okay, with that out of the way, I've got some more news for you guys (and gals). You see, there are a few people who I get along with well enough at my college. Mostly through a common interest in DnD. For those of you who don't know what that stands for, it's known as... MOTHAFUCKIN' DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS MOTHAFUCKA! Yes, I know... I am a nerd. Recently, we just finished a campaign. In this campaign, I may or may not have been influenced by my love for the idea of a competent Jaune. And I was a little late to the party... Heh heh... Party... Get it? I'll see myself out now... (*Walks out the door and gets struck by a bolt of lightning.*)
Anyways, we were using Advanced DnD. I think it was Second Edition style. You know, old school. With a few elements from modern DnD. We completed our campaign in a rather open ended way with my Jaune making what appeared to be the ultimate sacrifice. Turns out, I may have not been discrete enough and my DM, who reads my stories as a guest, found out I am LaughingMack. As a result, my DM decided he wanted me to write a fanfiction about my DnD Jaune finding himself in Remnant and having his own adventure saving the world from the Grimm and Salem. Apparently, the big kicker in what tipped my DM off about me being LaughingMack wasn't the fact that I decided Jaune's chosen God would be a deity known as 'Mack' (but it did help), but some of the references I made to our campaigns in my other stories. Most notably making Jaune a Sla'hra in my "Star Wars" x "RWBY" crossover. Which will be having a rewrite/reboot. (Jaune will still be a Sla'hra in the newer version.) The Sla'hra were a race I created with some help from my DM. And his permission. Jaune was a Sla'hra ranger/bard/mage. The DM didn't care for that plan and created a whole new class. The 'Breakers'. Take a ranger, who has high Charisma, and give him the ability to use mid-level magic. And use "Lay on Hands". Just enough to be a useful back-up mage/reviver without sacrificing his melee combat. The stat requirements for this was insane. The rest of the party was cool with Jaune simply because of his usefulness, when I lucked out on all my stat rolls. (Our DM was slightly sadistic.) Only one of them was upset simply because Jaune's Comeliness score was higher than his. But that guy was playing as an orc fighter. So we all just shrugged him off.
For those of you who don't know, Comeliness, aka CMS is pretty much an indicator of how good looking your character is.
So, as a result of my DM's careful planning, I shall oblige his wish and create a Story focusing on the Jaune I made for our campaign. Oh boy I'm gonna have so much fun with the shenanigans of this... You'll find out more about this version of Jaune in the story.
And you have my apologies for the shortness of the chapter, but with college, plus work, plus the demands of my DM, I had to. At least until the first chapter is out of my upcoming DnD and RWBY crossover. Any name suggestions for that story?
And that's all folks!
BYE!
