Chapter 1 -

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, sunny evening for the people on this part of Runeterra.

Encompassing the descending sun was the blue sky, which had begun to fade into a faint yellow hue. On the ground, the forest was teeming with all sorts of flora, giving a wide variety of vibrant greens. And to top it all off, the woodland's dirt road was free of travelers, save for the occasional animal that crossed.

In Sett's opinion, this was perfect. After all the 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 the life surrounding him, taking in the beauty for what it was. Tree leaves gently rustled above, as a soft breeze passed through the area. A pair of purple-feathered birds were darting from branch to branch, chirping all the while. To his right was a small lake, where orange and white colored fish were lazily swimming. Just a little bit further down the trail was a mother duck, followed closely by a long line of ducklings.

One of the ducklings stopped to stare at the fighter, as if confused by his presence. A sharp quack from its mother snapped it out of its confusion, prompting it to catch up, something the heavyweight smirked at. Sure he was a brute and didn't know much about natures, but he didn't care: he didn't need to be knowledgeable to be appreciative.

But as pleasant as all of this was, he made sure to keep a good walking pace. He didn't want to keep his mama waiting longer than she already 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 he does enjoy a good brawl, tournaments always come with a hefty cost: time. Because no matter how quickly he curb-stomps his matches, the pit fighter has to wait for other contestants to finish up their scraps. And the longer the champion has to wait, the more sour the demeanor.

So when the final match began, Sett wasted no time in demolishing his opponent, knocking the poor bastard unconscious in seconds. Ignoring the crowd's thunderous roars and applause, he quickly took his earned coin and departed, wasting no time in putting that place behind him.

The pouch at his waist quietly jingled with each step. While the time wasted being idle was aggravating, the hefty sum from being the pit's champion (again) made it worthwhile. Every bit of coin brought Sett closer to acquiring a comfortable life for his mama, something he'd wanted ever since he was a child. It was one of the main reasons he took up pit fighting in the first place.

Not that his mama 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 bloody rewards, he couldn't resist the lucrative potential.

Still, he didn't like going behind his mama'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 mere thought of him. He didn't have many memories of that man, having been abandoned so long ago. When that deadbeat had left the family, Sett instantly became the target of abuse.

The people he thought were his friends showed their true colors when they began degrading and beating him. He still remembered their venomous words, 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!"

Subconsciously, his furry ears tensed and flattened against his head. So much hate he endured was rooted in his vastayan heritage. While his dad was a human, his mother was a vastaya, a person with a mix of human and animal characteristics. And because they had to live within a human community, Sett and his mother easily stood out among the rest.

Confused and afraid, the boy quickly became an outcast in his community, keeping to himself. Why did they care if he had ears like a wolverine? You could barely see them among his hair anyways. Regardless, as a result, it's no shock the boy had no friends growing up.

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 coin 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, she 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 mama, Rage bloomed within the boy, 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: fight back. He took the brats by surprise, knocking one down with a wide swing to the head. But even with his fury, he was still outnumbered by his bullies, and subsequently got beaten.

With his emotions running wild, he ran home crying to his mama, who wiped away his tears with her claws. He still remembered 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 trained and constantly fought, building up his strength and endurance until he one day defeated his bullies, sending them running like the cowards they were.

It was this grit and determination that drew the attention of a higher power, who gifted the boy with obsidian-hardened skin. With his will and this new power, nothing could stop the ferocious half-breed.

But as the years passed, and the boy continued to grow physically and mentally, his vow changed. He no longer cared about destroying those who made him question his strength (as he had mostly already accomplished that).

Now, he vowed to beat his father, should he ever see him again. He would smash his face into the ground, break his legs, and make him feel at least a fraction of the pain him and his mama had been through. Anyone who spoke poorly of his mom would receive the same treatment.

"Settrigh!"

But all thoughts of his old man vanished, as Sett cleared the forest and his mama caught sight of him. Happy to see her son, she called out to him, 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 portal. 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.

Bewildered (and a bit panicked) is 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, 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 things he'd never heard of. Soda? Was that some kind of drink? What were the things with pictures on the covers? Were those books? Dust? The hell was that? Was that this place's euphemism for co-

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 brawler 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.

It took him a moment to notice that his underling wasn't moving, but staring at something instead. A girl (who probably caused the first goon to fly) had moved into view, and was staring at that 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 above all in the shop, he was adorned with an Obsidian and gold chest piece that curved above his shoulders. And besides the dragon-looking gauntlets on his hands, that's all the armor he had, leaving his defined abs unshielded, as well as the rest of his musculature. 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 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).

It was easy to see why tension was rife. The gold horns that lay atop his spiky brown hair, the burning red eyes, and the scar across his nose helped seal the deal.

Moving into open view, the giant of a man 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 en guarde, but the thief could also tell he was a bit anxious as well.

While Roman was confident that he could handle this guy, he wanted this job to go as quickly as possible, with minimum fuss. 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 stupidity in front of him.

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

"I'm really not in the mood for your threats, 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. "Hey, 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." She started looking left and right. "Where did that guy go?"

"He's up there!" The old man from the shop had come closer, and was pointing at a building down the street. Looking at where he was pointing, 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 that, 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 thief 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. 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 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 confused by the clothing styles of these people.

And was she holding a riding crop?!

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. Before the flying thing could be brought down, a shadowed figure on the vessel appeared and used her own magic, ripping out chunks of the rooftop, which the blonde elegantly dodged.

A back-and-forward ensued, with Ruby joining in. Somehow her scythe had transformed into a new weapon, but it appeared to be 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 airborne craft 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 mama 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."

"EASY FOR YOU TO SAY! I'VE GOT EVERY RIGHT TO PANIC RIGHT NOW!" Sett released his grip on the table he'd been sitting at, leaving noticeable dents.

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 to be concerned about. 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. 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 to one another. Then again, they did have a common enemy in Torchwick, so it made sense to work together.

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 foe again.

But things started to get freaky when Ozpin proceeded to ask where he was from. He'd 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, even if they lived on the other side of the world. So Sett began naming other well known regions, to which the white haired man still denied knowing. 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, Sett made the conclusion he didn't want to reach: he was no longer on Runeterra. And when he realized he was cut off from his mama…

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 down, stopping himself from pacing around the room. In the back of his mind, he knew the professor was right. Panicking was useless in helping him get back home. But this was all a bit much for him, understandably so. He was effectively isolated 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 teleported into 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 like that doesn't happen on Remnant? With that in mind, the young man eased up 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."

Ozpin raised an eyebrow in response. "While I do not doubt that, may I ask why the urgency?" The brawler hesitated, unsure of how to best answer the question.

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

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

Sett nodded without hesitation. "We've been through a lot, so I'll be damned if I 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. "Fortunately, 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 travel between worlds.

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. 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 hunters 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."

"But while you are here, we can keep you occupied and spend your time here efficiently, in addition to providing basic necessities. You being young enough 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 hunters 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 pir fighter's eyes widened in surprise. This guy wanted to have him enroll in a school for combat? "Not to mention, these trained huntsmen are often paid well for their services."

A bit skeptical, 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 hunters and huntresses, but without a proper understanding of how things worked around here, he'd be hard pressed to survive. He'd seen firsthand how brutal his own lifestyle was to those naive 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 to want 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!