Speaking: Sitting on a comfortable looking gold throne Xemness the Scholar could not help but wonder his newest question "To continue or not to continue?"
Thinking: A few years ago Xemness the Scholar had started watching the mischief of Xemness the Author, and started a story on the events. But to start my own?
Special Stuff/Spells: Because that will evolve basically kidnapping multiple versions of one character or another, which goes against my morals.
Anyway! Onwards to victory!
After Keven and his new Enderdragon's Brigade were done planning Keven still had a few hours before the plan actually started. For that reason Keven had teleported back to Louise's school, intent on acting as normal as possible the rest of the day. To be fair, Keven was almost certain the kitchen staff knew something was happening when Keven came in smiling, and why wouldn't they, Keven almost never smiled. It was when Keven was walking out of the kitchen, moving on to he west courtyard when he heard a very interesting conversation.
"But big sister," Sylphind complained "Irukuku is still hungry!" hearing the words spoken in the language spoken by dragons, Keven stopped when he heard this. Needing to make sure he had heard right, Keven turned to the two and asked "Do you want me to get you some food while your busy?" The dragon familiar turned her head to him Irukuku nodded excitedly to Keven "Yes please!" she answered, before realizing exactly what had just happened. Both females stopped in their tracks when Keven spoke, Tabitha, though she only knew draconic through her empathy link with Irukuku, and Irukuku because of the warnings her big sister gave her about humans.
Seeing the two act Keven quickly realized that the dragons of this world didn't have the powers as one from the Enderdragon Kingdom's legends and stories, Irukuku could be a wind dragon like she had said and speak draconian, most 'dragons' here were actually drakes, but then how did Irukuku learn draconian then? Narrowing her eyes in suspicion, Tabitha unknowingly answered that question for him, "Are you a Rhyme dragon?" she asked, voice low and staff pointed at him.
Keven smiled, not only did that answer his current question, but a lot of others as well, Rhyme dragons might have been actual dragons, or a weaker alternate dimension version on actual dragons that shared contact with real dragons. At some point a or multiple dragons had moved here and affected the Rhyme dragon culture, either by accelerating it or giving them information. Either way, Rhyme dragons were affected by actual dragons, like his true king The Enderdragon. His guess was that this was either an attempt to reproduce their race or accelerate the dragons until one was a suitable mate for the dragon that had stayed, and that this attempt was marked in either failure, making the dragons move off, or success and the Rhyme dragons ascended into the stars.
Realizing that he was still in danger Keven turned back to Tabitha, an unnerving smile on his face, "No, I am not a Rhyme dragon, though I suppose our species might be related." he answered. Tabitha stared, strangely, and Keven noticed that this was the first time he had seen the young girl without the bored expression and her face in a book. He found it rather, cute, if that was the correct word, though he had heard that some humans like such 'silent types'. Personally, he liked his women with more emotion.
Realizing that the silence within the air could be considered awkward, he took advantage of the fact for a quick get away. "I-I'm just going to go now." Quickly teleporting out before she can give any response, Keven reappeared right out of view of the courtyard Louise was eating in. Walking up to her, he politely waited while she ate, making small-time conversation, none of which particularly mattered. At least, that was the plan, he was interrupted when his master's rival, Kirche Augusta Frederica von Anhalt-Zerbst, walked by.
Internally, Keven groaned. The rivalry between the two would complicate his plan to fit in today, and the arguing would be very loud and almost surely give him a headache. As it turned out, however, Kirche had come for him, and a few words were enough to send her off without annoying his master's explosive temper too much.
The day passed in relative peace, and, saying he had some duties to attend to, Keven had gotten some light dinner so he wouldn't be hungry. He also got to try out some strange meat called venison.
Shaking his head slightly, Keven focused on the task at hand. Around him were the Enderdragon's Brigade, hustled together, all trying to hear every part of the plan. "While you distract the guards, I come in and steal as much treasure as I can and signal the retreat from the west courtyard, okay?" Some of his troops mumbled disagreements quietly, and, finally Charles spoke, "Exactly how much do you think you can bring out?" he asked.
Keven answered quickly, not wanting to show any weakness, "That depends on how much you can cart away." Looking at their escape carts, both of them, and judging their size, Keven answered. "I should be able to empty a large portion of the vault, but I don't have a precise value. Best case scenario, we leave with as much as we carry, uninjured. Worst case scenario, one of you get injured climbing up, we leave with nothing, one injured, if you live long enough, I will heal you. Remember, we are in this for money and power, do not risk your life, for you live if you die."
The answer was both sincere and not. It was true Keven didn't want them to die, and that he would heal them if they were injured, but if all of them did, he would only be behind a few weeks, and killing everyone in the estate would not be that difficult, but it would ruin his unbeatable persona he was trying to build, and all he would have to show for it would be a small pile of gold, not even enough to get comfortable on.
Finally, Keven had only one last thing to say. "If we get chased when we leave I will have to teleport you all out along with the gold and jewels, so if it comes down to it, remember not to react if I come and start taking people or the gold." Charles stiffened when Keven mentioned the gold, surely the thought of being set up passing through his mind, eventually, however, his greed won out and he nodded in confirmation.
Smirking at his victory Keven finally gave started the plan. "Okay, we start in ten minutes."
Before they went off, Keven caught up to Charles, and handed his a healing potion, "Use this if any of you are hurt majorly in the fight, if you don't I do expect this back." Nodding, the two went to their positions.
It had took some time to find where the Count would be staying, so Keven had done started in the short time before the meeting. Slowly, Keven made his way through the estate, teleporting every few seconds, working his way through rooms and halls, trying to find Count Mott. Finally, after three minutes of searching, he found the noble scum. He was accompanied by two guards, but that wasn't much of a problem.
Quickly teleporting, Keven knocked over a vase far away from a dark corner of the room. If they had been particularly dedicated guards, but not particularly good guards, one would have gone to check and one would have stayed behind to protect the noble. Instead, one guard turned to see what happened, before calling a maid to clean up the mess.
Sighing, Keven knocked out the maid silently, before jamming all the doors from the outside with newly broken furniture. That done, Keven teleported behind one of the guards, and teleporting to the top of the estate, left the poor man to dangle atop the spire helplessly, his own bile and frantic movements stopping him from moving. The other two had undoubtedly noticed by now, so Keven teleported to one of the shadows, and, seeing that the other guard was stunned, teleported behind him as well, before teleporting behind the terrified Count Mott's chair, leaving his guard in the End.
Roughly pulling Count Mott down, Keven pulled out his obsidian knife and held it against the Count's throat. Knowing of the importance of fear in this scenario, Keven stated his terms. "Don't move or I'll kill you." He warned. Quickly grabbing the Count's wand, Keven threw it away to the middle of the room. "If you make any sudden movements, I will kill you. If I think you're lying, I will kill you. If you do anything suspicious, I will kill you. Do you understand?" he asked.
The Count, temporally overcoming his fear, snickered. "What do you mean, commoner. Do you really dare to defy nobility? I can deal with you with you one hand tied behind my back!" he scoffed, trying to bluff his way out of his predicament. Unfortunately, for him at least, the attempt was see through. "Really? because I was under the impression that you could only do magic with a wand. Go on, make a blast of fire come and swallow me." Keven urged. The Count panicked, "The royal family will hunt you down if you kill me!" he yelled.
Keven smirked, "Let them try, it would only help us." Keven chuckled. Shocked at the blatant disrespect, and dismissal, of the royal family from his capturer. "A-Are you s-saying y-you're not afraid of the royal army?" he stuttered. Keven smirked, Trap set, he thought. "Of course not, if I was afraid of the royal family I wouldn't be doing this, now would I?" Keven chuckled.
"Well, let's stop the pointless chatter, I do want to give you a chance." Keven explained, finally getting his task. Ignoring the Count's noise of surprise, Keven continued. "I want you to sign all of your staff and gold over to The Enderdragon's Brigade." The Count chocked. "That will ruin me!" he explained. Keven smirked "It's either you lose everything now, and rebuild, or you die and never get the chance." The Count struggled, on one hand, he could die, and his money would go to the royal crown, but he would die. On the other hand, he could give all of his money away, and quite possibly lose his nobility, but he would live.
The choice was obvious, he should die and give all his money to the crown. "I'll give you everything!" the Count squealed, though he would deny the high pitch that came with it.
Trap...Success! Pulling out a paper and a quill, he put them on the side of the Count's chair, leaning them just so, so that he could write, but have no openings to escape. After having the Count sign the paper, handing over all of his gold and every contract for all of his servants, Keven smiled brightly. In total, the little interview had taken just over six and half minutes. This was partly because of his insistence of skipping formalities, but Keven couldn't help but chuckle at the convenience it left him with.
After saving the one guard from the spiral on the top of the estate, finally getting the other human from his section of the End, and even taking the unconscious maid into the center of the room, Keven addressed the Count. "Now, if you will excuse me," he said, picking up the Count's wand, "I must take my leave, treasure to take, you see." he explained, walking away slowly, and taking the Count's favorite magic staff along the way. "I suggest you do the same, before they attack of course." Keven suggested, ducking behind a pillar and teleporting outside, where he unblocked one of the doors.
Finally, Keven's real work was over, and he could do what he really wanted. Teleporting around, Keven, already having a basic idea of the estate from searching for Count Mott, took almost no time finding the treasury. Taking a moment to do something he wasn't proud of, Keven briefly embraced his draconic blood. "Beautiful butter! How I love you!" he shouted, diving headfirst into a small pile of gold.
After a few seconds of smelling, hugging, and snuggling gold, Keven remembered why he was here, so, dragging his body out of the gold pile, he opened a small End portal underneath the pile of gold coins and dumped it into the getaway carriage. After a few minutes, and newfound use for a nearby vase, Keven had almost emptied the entire treasury this way. Sadly, despite being a high class noble, he still did not have enough gold to fill both get-away carriages fully, still, he had done his job nicely.
Finally, Keven was done, quickly he teleported to the courtyard, where he saw The Enderdragon's Brigade fighting against the estate's guards and few magical creatures it had protecting it. Smiling, Keven signaled the retreat, a single firework rocket, taken straight from Steve. The firework shot up almost 50 meters, and finally exploded in a massive green explosion.
He would find out the results of the battle soon.
Random Sentence!: This chapter is dedicated to cjf05! Love you man!
Author's note: for those of you who don't know, (or care,) I was recently thinking of restarting my oldest story Fairy Tail's dimension traveling adventure!, but I noticed how long Fairy Tail is, and that they probably aren't going to stop it anytime soon. I still want to do the idea, so after a long time I decided that RWBY would work quite well for my idea. I currently have a poll on my profile in which you can vote for all the clichés I am going to use during the story, vote now!