Hey y'all, welcome to my first fanfic. Not gonna lie, I'm a bit nervous.

After reading a bunch of other RWBY X-overs (Hamon Hunter, Beneath a Broken Moon, etc.), I got the idea that I could try my hand at this stuff too. The idea of altering a canon story is pretty cool to me.

And because the League universe doesn't have a ton of deep, established lore for many characters, I thought that would be a great chance to make my own. That being said, as a heads up, there are some some major things to know before going into this:

- Instead of using canon League, I'll be using the Dragonmancer universe, with my own little twists. This gives me more room to work with in terms of lore

- I'll be shifting the age of league characters

- This will be a story that follows RWBY canon up to a certain point. Then I really get into AU territory

It goes without saying, but any compliments or criticisms are welcome. I may not agree with some of them, but you all have the right to voice them. Regardless, I'll take whatever feedback that helps me improve my work.

Now, let's begin.

Disclaimer: RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth, and League of Legends belongs to Riot Games. I own neither (crazy right?).

It was a warm, relaxing evening for the people on this side of Runeterra, courtesy of the radiant sun up in the Heavens. Encompassing the currently descending orb of light was the vibrant blue sky, which was starting to fade into a faint yellow hue. Far below on the ground, a forest was teeming with all sorts of flora, big and small, giving a wide variety of lush greens, yellows, and even pinks. And to top it all off, the woodland's dirt road was free of any travelers, save for the occasional animal that crossed.

In Sett's opinion, it couldn't get any better than this. After the numerous beatdowns he'd given today, the peace and quiet was a nice change of pace for his trek back home.

The pit brawler gazed at all of the forms life surrounding him, taking in the beauty for what it was. Tree leaves gently rustled up above, as a soft breeze made its way through the area. A pair of purple-feathered birds were darting from branch to branch a few feet above, chirping all the while. To his right was a small lake, where a handful of orange and white colored fish were lazily swimming in the calm water. And just a little bit further down the trail was a mother duck, followed closely by a long line of much smaller ducklings. One of the them stopped to stare at the fighter, as if confused by his mere presence. A sharp quack from the mother snapped it out of its confusion, prompting the tiny critter to catch up.

The heavyweight smirked. Sure he was a brute and didn't know much about plants or animals, but he still appreciated those things when he could. Even so, as nice as all of this was, the boy made sure to keep a good walking pace. He didn't want to keep his momma waiting any longer than she had to.

It had been a long day at the fighting pits, especially for Sett. More so than usual, as today he had agreed to fight in a tournament sponsored by the masters of his pit. Now, while the pit champ enjoys a good scrap as much as the next contender, tournaments usually last too long for his liking. To put it simply, the vast majority of fights Sett participates in are relatively quick victories, but he almost always has to wait for other contestants to finish up their matches, something that never fails to test his patience. So it's no surprise that as more time is wasted while idling between fights, the young man's mood sours further and further.

That being said, when the final round began, Sett wasted no time in demolishing his opponent, knocking the poor bastard unconscious in seconds. Ignoring the crowd's thunderous roars of approval, he quickly took his earned coin and departed, wasting no time in putting that place behind him. And while the brawler wasn't exactly pleased with spending most of his day at the pits, the hefty sum he'd earned from being the arena's champion (again) was worth it: every bit of coin made Sett closer to acquiring a comfortable life for his momma, a worthy goal in his eyes. It was one of the main reasons he took up pit fighting in the first place.

Not that his momma knew about his violent occupation. That was something the pit fighter had kept a secret, as he had swore to his mom all those years ago that he wouldn't go anywhere near the fighting pits. Of course, when he learned of the potential rewards, he decided the opportunity was too good to pass up. Still, he didn't like going behind his momma's back like this, but it was the best way for Sett to put food on the table and a roof over their heads. After all, there weren't many other options… since his pops had left them.

The brawler frowned at the thought of that scum. Ever since that deadbeat left, when Sett was a small child, the young boy was subjected to constant ridicule and bullying by his peers, the same people he thought were his friends. He still remembered their venomous words when they showed their true colors, the hate on their faces when they looked at him.

"Loser! Your daddy left you cause you're a loser!"

"Look at his ears! He's a dirty animal!"

"What a freak!"

His furry ears subconsciously tensed and flattened against his head. So much hate he had endured was rooted in his vastayan heritage. While his dad was human, his mother was vastaya, a person with a mix of human and animal characteristics. And because they had no choice but to live within an exclusively human community, Sett and his mother easily stood out among the rest. Confused and afraid, the boy quickly became an outcast, keeping to himself whenever he could.

Why did it matter if he had ears like a wolverine? You could barely see them among his thick hair anyways. Regardless of the reasoning, the boy had no friends growing up as a result of things beyond his control.

But the worst part of his pa leaving was how his mom often came home late, working wherever she could in order to scrap together enough money for the two. It broke his heart every time she came home, exhausted from a day of hard work, or when she insisted on going hungry so he could eat. Even when her stomach growled as loud as a dragon, she adamantly refused to eat anything Sett offered. She toiled for so long, sacrificing so much for her growing boy: something he would always be grateful for.

So when his bullies started insulting his momma, rage bloomed within Sett, infuriated that anyone would insult the one person he cared about, the one person who cared about him.

Seeing red, he did something he'd never done before: he'd fought back. He took the brats by surprise, knocking one down with a wide swing to the head. But even with his newfound fury, he was still grossly outnumbered by his enemies, and subsequently beaten into the ground. With his emotions running wild, he ran home crying to his momma, who wiped away his tears with her claws. He still remembers her kind and comforting words, even after all that had happened.

From that day, Sett vowed to destroy anyone who made him feel weak. He refused to show restraint against those that insulted his momma. Set on keeping that promise, he trained and constantly fought, building up his strength and endurance until he one day crushed his bullies. It was this resolve and determination that drew the attention of a higher power, who gifted the boy with obsidian-hardened skin. With his unbending will and this new power, nothing could stop the ferocious half-breed.

But as the years passed, and the boy continued to develop physically and mentally, his vow changed. No longer would he destroy those that made him feel weak, as that was something petty and irrelevant, considering how he'd developed a reputation of being unstoppable. Now, he vowed to beat his father, should he ever see him again. He would smash his face into the dirt, break his legs, and make him feel at least a fraction of the pain him and his momma had been through.

"Settrigh!"

But all thoughts of his old man vanished, as Sett cleared the forest and his momma caught sight of him. Happy to see her son, she called out to him from the front of their home, smiling. Smiling as well, he waved to her-

Then felt something pull him back. Startled, he whirled around, only to find himself staring at a rapidly growing white circle. Alarmed, he began to tug away from whatever force was grabbing him, but no matter how hard he tried, he began slipping closer and closer to the white entity. What form of magic was this?!

"Settrigh!"

Spinning around once more, he saw his mom run towards her son, a fearful look plaguing her features. He reached out to her, straining with all his effort-

"Ma!"

And his world turned white.

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Bewildered and panicked (with a touch of anger) was the best way to describe how Sett was currently feeling, as he lay on the floor of what appeared to be some kind of shop. When he had gone through what he assumed was a portal of some kind, white filled his vision for a mere second before color returned to him.

Within that time frame, the familiar sight of home and its surroundings had disappeared. Now he found himself in a place unlike anything he'd seen before. Shelves were teeming with products he'd never heard of.

Soda? Was that some kind of potion?

And what were the things with pictures on the covers? Were those books? He'd never seen books like that.

Dust? The hell was that? Was that this place's euphemism for cra-

His train of thought was interrupted when he heard several murmurs somewhere else within the building. With any luck, one of them would tell him where he was.

And with that, the beast boy bastard began to rise.

As Roman examined the red dust crystal in his hand, he barely gave the thug that flew by him any sort of notice. Making eye contact with another grunt, he signaled him to check out what was going on. With that taken care of, he resumed his examination. For a street shop, this place's product wasn't that bad, even by his standards-

Then the thief noticed that his underling wasn't moving, eyes glued to something instead. A girl (who probably caused the first goon to fly) had moved into view, and was staring at something as well.

"What's the matter with you? Did you forget how to do your job or something?" When he got no response, he turned to look at whatever had caught this guy's attention-

Which promptly shocked Torchwick as well.

On the other side of the store was a massive man. Standing at slightly over 6 foot, he was adorned with an Obsidian and gold chest piece that curved above his shoulders. But besides that and the dragon-looking gauntlets on his hands, that's all the armor he had, leaving his defined abs unshielded, as well as his tattooed upper arms. Worn on his waist was a cream colored rope, braided and fastened by a white gem at the buckle. Underneath that was a pair of black pants with gold trim that cut just below the knees, with what looked like gold scales patterned on the thighs. Footwraps of the same color scheme left his toes and heels exposed (1). All in all, he looked very intimidating.

Which was only emphasized with the gold horns that lay atop his spiky brown hair, not to mention the burning red eyes or the scar across his nose.

Moving into open view, the giant of a man (he looked pretty young. No way this guy's older than 20) now had the attention of everyone in the store. As he glanced at his surroundings, he carried a neutral expression. But Roman saw the slight frown that formed on his face, as well as the slight clenching of his fists. The guy was clearly upset about something, but the master thief could also tell he was a bit anxious as well.

Now, while Roman was confident that he could handle this guy, he wanted this job to go as quickly as possible, with minimum fuss. If his suspicions were correct, Little red riding hood was planning on giving him a headache, if she was the one who knocked down one of his men. So rather than waste time and make this guy his next victim, he wanted to avoid antagonizing the giant.

Before he could say anything, however, one of his remaining hired helpers angrily strode up to the stranger, waving his sword.

"Hey! In case you didn't notice dumbass, this is a robbery! If you don't wanna get hurt, put your hands in the air, Now!"

Roman could only stare at the display of stupidity in front of him. What the hell was he paying these guys for?

For a moment, the giant just stared at the grunt, before snatching him by his shirt, lifting him into the air. With anger beginning to take hold within the brawler, he ground out a single sentence:

"I'm not in the mood for this shit, so you're about to see my human side – the part that ain't so nice."

And with that, he threw the goon through one of the shop windows, who landed several meters away in a heap. After staring at their fallen comrade, the rest of the goons looked to Roman, who merely sighed in irritation. "Okaaay." Today just wasn't his day, was it? Now he had to deal with both little red riding hood and muscle man. Exasperated, the thief looked at his henchmen. "Well? What are you waiting for? Get them." And with that, the remaining thugs charged towards the brawler and the girl.

The single thug that charged Ruby took a wide swing, easily ducked under by the girl. The goon then tried to kick her, but ended up losing balance as his opponent merely jumped back. Looking up in frustration, the thug had no time to react as Ruby took a running start and jump kicked the man out of the only unbroken shop window. After landing, the girl spun around, looking back into the shop. That wasn't too hard, she thought. But what about the others?

As if answering her thoughts, the large stranger tackled two dazed thugs he was dealing with through the other broken window, making one black out, and knocking the wind out of the other one. As he gasped for breath, a swift punch to the face rendered him unconscious as well. Getting up, the guy looked at Ruby, and gave her a nod. Then, with wide eyes, he reached for her-

"Duck!"

-which she did, only to see him grab a thug that was sneaking up on her by the head, yank him over, and headbutt him. With all the small fry dealt with, the duo turned to the shop, where Roman had been watching the scene with a mix of disappointment and interest.

Stepping out of the shop, he eyed his hired help with disdain. "You all were worth every cent, truly, you were. Glad we could do business."

Turning his attention to the two who had ruined his night, he put out his cigar. "Well, you two, I think we can all agree that it's been quite a night! And as much as I'd love to stick around," he pointed his cane at them.

"I believe this is where we part ways." Sett's eyes widened when the tip of the cane opened up. Without thinking, he tackled the girl out of the way, just as the projectile from the cane passed by, exploding behind them. After the explosion dissipated, he released his grip, pushed himself to his feet, and offered his hand to his… ally? Yea, ally.

"You alright?" From what he had seen, the girl was pretty capable, but he wasn't sure she could tank a hit like that. After all, her black and red outfit looked pretty light. And he doubted her cape provided any kind of protection.

Taking the offered hand, the red caped kid quickly got up. "I'm ok. Thanks for the help, mister…"

"Sett. Just Sett." A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. Being called a mister. That was a first.

"Ruby Rose. Nice to meet you." He nodded. She started looking left and right. "Where'd that guy go?"

"He's up there!" The old man from the shop had come closer by then, and was pointing at a building down the street. Following his line of sight, the two saw the thief climbing a ladder, nearing the building's roof. Sett and Ruby shared a look, before Ruby turned her attention to the shopkeeper.

"You gonna be fine if we go after him?" The man quickly nodded, and with no time to waste, the two took off.

Ruby didn't want to let that guy get away, but she also wanted to make sure the shopkeeper would be ok.

Sett just wanted to give the orange haired man the whooping of his life.

Which is exactly what he was ready to do once he got to the top of this ladder.

What he wasn't ready for was to see Ruby shoot Crescent Rose into the ground, and use the recoil to propel herself to the roof. After shaking himself from his stupor, he double timed it up the ladder. He'd just chalk what he'd seen as something normal for… wherever he was.

When the pit fighter reached the top of the roof, he was greeted with the sight of Ruby facing the thief's back. Along with a giant metal flying machine. Yea. Ok. He was definitely very, very far from home. He made to move, but was blinded by a very bright spotlight. When his vision cleared, he tensed-

"End of the line, Red!"

-as the orange haired man tossed a red crystal at Ruby's feet.

She was too far.

He wouldn't make it in time.

He wasn't fast enough.

Desperately, he called out, "Ruby, move!" But he was too late, as Roman fired at the crystal.

But instead of exploding, the girl was saved by the sudden appearance of a blonde haired woman, who had leaped out of nowhere and conjured up some kind of forcefield to shield them from the blast. Said lady was wearing a black corset and skirt, as well as black boots and leggings. Combine that with the white blouse and strange purple and black cape, and Sett was once again thoroughly confused by the clothing styles everyone he'd seen so far people.

And was she holding a riding crop? Now he'd seen everything (then again, he was sure there were more ways he could be surprised by this place).

The blonde launched several purple projectiles, each causing the machine to buffet this way and that. Immediately after, she summoned dark storm clouds which rained ice spikes onto the craft, chipping away at its armor. Whatever form of magic this was, Sett was impressed by its capabilities. But just when the metal craft began to waver, some lady inside the contraption appeared and used her own magic, blowing up chunks of the rooftop, each explosion elegantly dodged by the blonde. Having seen all of this, Sett was only partially surprised when the lady used the rooftop debris to form more projectiles, each snaking around the airborne foes.

At first, Sett thought that would be all. But then the person on the craft used her own magic once more, disintegrating the blonde's attack with ease. Ruby joined in, shooting at the flying machine, but having little effect. Grunting in frustration, Sett wished he could do something, but he had no way to attack from a distance.

At some point during all of this he had reached the two, and joined them in watching the two assailants fly away, disappearing into the night.

It was then that the blonde began to stare at the two youngsters, eyes flickering between the two, with a look on her face that reminded Sett of his momma when she was close to losing her temper. Grimacing, he prepared himself for what was to come. As for Ruby…

"You're a Huntress!… Can I have your autograph?"

Sett could only feel bad for the bubbly kid, who seemed oblivious to what was to come.

Although Ruby had taken the blonde's verbal berating badly, Sett decided that what he was going through was much, much worse.

"Young man, I'm going to have to ask you to calm down, please. I understand your upset, but panicking won't help you at all."

"YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THAT!?" Sett released his grip on the table he'd been sitting at, leaving noticeable dents as he got up to pace around the room.

Because what was worse than realizing you're on a whole 'nother fucking planet?!

After the blonde had brought them to the local authorities, the two had been separated for questioning. After which, Sett figured he'd be able to go home after sorting himself out of this mess. But then a man calling himself Professor Ozpin had entered the room where he was being held and began talking with him. At first, it wasn't anything worrying. The white haired man was just asking about the robbery earlier. He commented on the pit fighter's strength, as well as his aid to Ruby. The former was explained easily enough, as that was a result of consistent and hard training (as well as help from a benefactor, but Ozpin didn't need to know that). When Ozpin then asked what he was training for, the brawler simply said to fight, as if that was the only right answer.

As for the ladder, Sett didn't really have an explanation. His rough upbringing made it hard for him to easily trust others, and he usually brought bigger crowds when he was put up against unfair odds anyways, so he usually worked alone. Not that the headmaster knew any of that. So he himself was a bit puzzled as to why he was so quick to help the girl. They had just met and had barely spoken more than a few words to one another. Rather than think more on the subject, the brawler simply brushed it off as the course of action that made the most sense at the time. He had to admit though, it was nice being able to work against a common enemy.

But things started to get freaky when Ozpin proceeded to ask where he was from. The older man had been interested in Sett's origins, as he didn't look like he was from around the area. Seeing no harm in telling him, the pit fighter had told the professor that he was from Ionia, and expected that to be all.

When Ozpin had said he'd never heard of such a place, that's when Sett began growing suspicious. Everyone on Runeterra knew about Ionia, the small island country filled to the brim with magic, even if they lived on the other side of the world. So Sett began naming other well known regions, all of which the white haired man denied knowing as well. With his panic growing rapidly, he asked where exactly he was. So when Ozpin brought out a world map, the young man's panic increased tenfold.

Vale, Atlas, Mistral, Menagerie, Vacuo… these weren't lands he knew. Combined with the professor's seemingly truthful demeanor, as well as all of the other strange occurrences he'd seen, Sett made the conclusion he didn't want to reach: he was no longer on Runeterra.

And when he realized the the implications of what that meant…

Well, it's a miracle that the older man was capable of reducing his panic.

With an angry huff, the pit fighter forced himself to sit back down with his head dropped, stopping himself from pacing around the room after what felt like a lifetime. In the back of his mind, he knew the professor was right. Panicking was useless in helping him get back to his momma. But this was all a bit much for him, and understandably so. He was effectively cut off from all that he knew.

At least there was one decent thing that came from this crap…

Staring at the headmaster, the young man narrowed his eyes. "I'm still surprised you believe me. Not that I'm complaining." The man in question blinked.

"Well, there is certainly no doubt that you somehow... appeared, in the store. All of the footage we looked at saw you exiting the store, but never entering. As for your claim of being from another planet," Ozpin faintly smiled. "That's not as outlandish as you may think. During my time, I've seen many supposedly 'impossible' and 'crazy' things on Remnant. Being an alien is relatively tame in comparison."

"... I'll take your word for it, I guess." To say Sett was doubtful of Ozpin's faith in his claim wouldn't be too far off the mark. For something as insane as stating to be a literal alien, Ozpin believed him without much fuss.

Then again, he did come from a place where powerful god-like dragons occasionally gave powers to select individuals, so who's to say stuff of similar caliber doesn't happen on Remnant? With that in mind, the young man eased up a bit on his dubiousness towards the headmaster.

The pit fighter had better things to worry about anyways. Ending his inner musings, Sett refocused on the man sitting across from him. "Look prof, I don't know what I gotta do, but I have to get back home. There's nothin' more important to me than that right now."

Ozpin raised an eyebrow in response. "While I do not doubt that, is there any particular reason for the urgency?" The brawler hesitated, unsure of how to best answer the question.

Making a snap decision, Sett replied truthfully. "Well… yea. There's a pretty damn good reason." He paused before continuing, a desperate glint in his eyes. "I need to get back to my momma."

The older man's expression softened slightly. "You care deeply about her."

Sett nodded without hesitation. "We've been through a lot, so there ain't no way I'll let anything happen to her. But I can't do that while I'm stuck here!" He'd grown heated as he spoke, and took a few seconds to calm himself down again. "Luckily for me, I've taken… precautions, in case something ever happened to me. To make sure she'd be safe." Although he usually handled things himself, there was one person he could count on to help if things went south.

The older man pitied the youngster for his plight. He was clearly fiercely protective of his mother, so it was obvious how his current situation was quite stressful. But as much as Ozpin wanted to help, even with his vast knowledge, he had never heard of portals capable of interdimensional travel. However, if he arrived on Remnant somehow, there's no reason to believe he couldn't go back the same way. And who knows, helping the young man reach his home may yield interesting results. So the headmaster would endeavor to provide assistance, no matter how useful it may be.

But while he was here, what would he do? The youngster wasn't going to sit and idle, that went without saying. If Ozpin had to guess, he'd probably get himself in a heap of problems, if his assumption that Sett was a troublemaker was right. The boy was certainly an experienced fighter, he could tell that much even without seeing the robbery footage. It takes one to know one, after all. And from what the professor could tell, Sett fought in order to keep his mother safe, or help her in some way. If he fought to help her, then it wouldn't be too far-fetched to assume he did so to earn them money. After all, that's the reason why some of his students chose to become Huntsmen and Huntresses…

The headmaster's eyes lit up. If he could recruit this boy, not only would he be kept off the streets of Vale, but he could also hone his skills and unlock his potential! Like Ruby Rose, Sett could attend Beacon and develop into a fine warrior, albeit in different ways. While Ms. Rose had her impressive skills and speed, not to mention her silver eyes, the young man had excessive amounts of raw strength and ferocity. They could be just what the people of Remnant need.

With that in mind, the older man addressed the irritated boy. "As much as I'd like to help you, the chances of us having the knowledge to do so is slim to none. We did not even know about your world until today." The young brawler quickly grew agitated at that. "However, I'm willing to do whatever I can anyway to assist you."

"But first, tell me: how old are you?"

"Seventeen," Ozpin merely blinked. Sett raised his hands in a shrug. "Yea, I know, hard to believe. Why's that matter?"

"Well, you see Mr. Sett, Professor Glynda and I may not be able to help you get back home, but we can accommodate you while you remain on Remnant. And with any luck, whatever force that brought you here will eventually take you back."

"So while you are here, we can keep you occupied and help you spend your time here efficiently, in addition to providing basic necessities. You being young allows us to do so in a very convenient manner."

"How's that?"

"Because you are young enough to qualify as a student, we can enroll you in Beacon Academy. In short, at the academy we train young men and women into Huntsmen and Huntresses, capable fighters who defend the people of Remnant." The man paused for a sip of his drink. "With a sufficient cover story, we can slip you into our system without any major fuss. That way, we can help you train and become stronger, with a perfectly reasonable cause for doing so." The boy's red eyes widened in surprise. This guy wanted to have him enroll in a school for fighting? "Not to mention, these trained protectors are often paid well for their services."

A bit skeptical of the sweet offer, Sett crossed his arms. "And if I didn't want to join?"

"We could still help you, but you being at the academy would raise questions, and potentially draw a great deal of unwanted attention." The big guy frowned at the thought of the thief and the mage on the craft.

"You could also attempt to brave it out in the world, but we will not be able to support you if you choose to do so."

'Don't really have much of a choice, huh.' The pit fighter sat there, contemplating his options. Even with his fighting capabilities, going out into the world on his own was probably the worst choice. He could try to make a living for himself like those Huntsmen and Huntresses, but without a proper understanding of how things worked around here, he'd be hard pressed to even survive. He'd seen firsthand how brutal his own lifestyle was to those naïve enough to think they were ready for it. Not becoming a student didn't seem optimal either, as he did, in fact, want to lay as low as possible, at least until he could get his bearings on this planet. And he couldn't do that if he had unwanted attention breathing down his neck. That's not to say he liked the idea of the academy keeping tabs on him either, but at least they seemed like they wanted to help him.

And so, after a minute of thinking, Sett looked at the headmaster, and shrugged.

"Ah what the hell, I've never gotten a real education anyways." He offered his hand, which Ozpin took and shook. "You got yourself a deal, Oz." The older man smiled slightly, pleased with the outcome.

"Excellent. Now, we'll have to get you acquainted with the basics of Remnant before initiation…"

(1) For a visual reference of Sett, the Obsidian Dragon splash art is what I'm using.

I'll update when I can, which should be in a few days. Anyways, thanks for tuning in!