Team RDRM: A RWBY Inspired Story

And I know it's gonna be better than canon

Armored boots crunched against the ground as Sir Haemon Crimson Gozen walks towards his enemies battle axe in hand. He is a hulking figure that looks even bigger in his crimson red and silver armor. His armor is dyed red with the blood of his enemies for he serves his Queen and he has never once failed her or questioned her. Sir Crimson sees the large crowd of enemies before him as just another task to be conquered. Enemies to be crushed beneath his boots. They have him drastically outnumbered but he shows no fear or hesitation in his slow and steady walk forward.

Just a mindless weapon pointed at an enemy
. A simple tool providing someone else with victory.

The crowd rushes him and Sir Crimson rushes them in return. His long blood red cape billowing behind him he cuts into the crowd. No matter their armor, no matter their shields, their clubs, their lances, their spears, their flames or arrows or bullets he is cutting through their numbers like a demon.

In no time at all he has cut down his enemies. His armor stained with fresh blood. His expression unreadable through his faceless helmet. A two way helmet. No one can see through his horned helmet to his face but he can see out of it just fine.


He stands in a cave as a pair of blazing orange eyes look down on him and a towering troll-esque monster bellows in rage at him. Sir Haemon Crimson Gozen simply readies his axe and charges it in return.

The troll's head rolls.


Sir Haemon Crimson charges into an encroaching army alongside his allies. Fresh blood will stain the ground this day.

The battle is won. Sir Haemon Crimson Gozen stands tall in victory holding the head of the enemy commander. His armor has several cuts and dents but you could barely tell with how much blood now covers it. 


Battle after battle Sir Haemon Crimson Gozen emerges victorious. He has earned more military gains than anyone. He has slain more people than anyone. Word has spread throughout the lands of Residuus. The Crimson Armored Knight becomes a source of fear around the world. Enemy nations are terrified of him. Legends spread of the carnage he spreads. His allies respect him but fear his power all the same. He has risen through the ranks to become a Commander in his own right. 

He bravely leads his forces into battle without a single trace of fear.  He'd earned more military gains than anyone
He'd killed more people than anyone
. The people of the enemy nations fear his form
and they desperately beg for their lives
but he never
grants their wish
.  All is in the service of his Kingdom and his Queen. Those would harm their Kingdom will meet his blade.  Even if these are deeds for someone else's sake, can you call that "justice"?


In a town that fell to ruin at the end of a battle
, our brave knight walks through, the flames reflecting off his armor. The blood staining its steel. A woman's corpse tightly held
an innocently smiling baby. Sir Haemon Crimson Gozen kneels down and reaches out to the child and gently takes her from her mother's corpse. He stares long and hard at this crying child.

They sit at home, his helmet resting on a table next to the gauntlets. He is holding the sleeping child in his arms. His hair was as black as the most pure velvety nights. As dark as his soul. But as he watched the child sleep, a light began to come back to them for the first time in many cold hard bloody years. 

Back then he'd noticed stitched on her clothes
was a Noble Family's crest. If he had her on hand, one day, she might be useful as a hostage or a bargaining chip.

At least, that was what he told himself. A bedtime story he told himself to avoid facing the truth growing inside him.

Years flowed on since then and the battle continues to this day. Waiting for the knight at home practicing with the katana is a lone, sweet girl. She flows smoothly as silk and as graceful as a swan so she has been trained by her father. Her red hair tied in a ponytail bouncing gracefully as she danced across the room cutting through the training dummies around her like they are made of paper mache. Her innocent face laughing with childish glee as she trains herself to become a Warrior. 

She continues to train throughout the day, pausing only to set up new training dummies and targets, and losing track of time until there is a knock upon the door and she hears his voice call "I am home little one!" 

Her eyes light up and she rushes across their home at breakneck speed like the Hounds of Hell are nipping at her heels. She leaps upon his chest. 

"Welcome home, Dad!"

Foolish innocent girl. You do this even though I myself am the one who killed your parents. The knight thinks to himself with guilty eyes. He closes them and holds her tight. By the time they've parted and she's looking up at him again into his kind parental eyes. He holds up their dinner and they get to work on cooking it. 

They continue living like this. When the little girl he named Redriot is not training with him at home, she is continuing her schooling or playing with her friends, discussing their plans to become Hunter Warriors. He watches her with kind guilty eyes. 


A hero's armor is always crimson
. That is surely the same color as his treachery
. Even if these are deeds for someone's sake
, can you call that "justice"?




A raging storm howls around them. The wind roars like a demon while the thunder erupts and the rain pounds them like a waterfall. Monsters of all sorts are running through the town down the streets and on top of buildings. Victory, defeat, hatred, chance luck and betrayal running rampant as these beasts. In the center of town as little Redriot watches from a hiding place our crimson knight is engaged with a shadowy hooded figure. 




The Hooded Man stands as tall Sir Crimson. Its physical body is covered by completely black clothing that appear to be made of wavy black shadows. It has the general physical shape of a human being, legs, arms, a body and a head can be made out of the shadows. Its face cannot be seen save for a golden facemask. The mask had the general shape of a human face save for lacking a mouth and eyes, having only holes there, and its face was in the form of a grimace. 

Sir Crimson rushed the monster again and swung his axe with a battle cry only for the Hooded Man simply flowed backwards. He slashed downward at him but the monster slipped out of the way again leaving his blade to make a crater twice its size in the ground. He turns the axe and swings up at the monster with the blade on the back of his axe lance only for the monster to evade that as well only for him to step in and attempt to stab the monster with the blade on the end of the lance. He nearly got it but this time the monster raised its right hand and stopped the blade. He was able to force it through but it felt like he was pushing through molasses! With the monster stuck now he stepped closer and drove his gauntlet into the creature's face mask. Its head was pushed back but the monster gave no reaction to the impact. 

Instead the Hooded Man simply pushed him back with one hand before its fingers turned into spindly tentacle like claws that shot through the air and stabbed into his armor. He was forced backward and he crashed into a wall. The Hooded Man advanced on the Crimson Knight while continuing to push its claws through his armor and the chainmail underneath. Fortunately he had kept a very good grip on his weapon and he swung it at the tentacles hacking and slashing and cutting at the tentacles until they broke off and faded away. The rest of the fingers retracted back to The Hooded Man and returned into being simple claws. 

The Hooded Man gave no indication that it felt pain from the weapon but it clearly felt annoyance at his defiance and it charged him with inhuman speed. The Crimson Knight got back up on his feet and lunged at him. 

Their duel began once more as the nightmarish battle waged around them both. For all of the Knight's skill and strength and speed and experience the creature seemed to be almost mocking him. It was all he could do to keep up with it as he struggled to fight off its assault. 

It was stronger than him. It was faster than him. It felt no pain. It shaped and re-shaped its body with ease. Even the blows he landed on it only seemed to make it stronger as it altered its body in response. He cut fingers off of a hand? It simply turned the hand into a mass of shadowy writhing tentacles. He cut into its side? The Hooded Man's rips ripped out of it and shot backwards to stab like spears or tried to grab him like claws. He cut into its arm? Said arm simply grotesquely swelled up like a balloon and now it had a gigantic arm to swat him around with.

Its strength was unreal. He could barely hold off its attacks and when they did land, and land they did, he was tossed around like a rag doll. His armor was cracking like his aura. He would not be able to withstand this beating much longer. 

Redriot ran through the home into a backroom where she frantically started throwing things around until she could find her sword. She grabbed it and ran. 


Sir Crimson's lance clattered to the ground as the monster threw away his helmet. His hair was damp from sweat and he was gasping for breath as he looked up at the monster. He did not have long. His aura was breaking and the armor wouldn't protect him for long after that was gone. 

A hissing voice invades his mind as the creature speaks to him. "Quietly submit to us the girl." The Hooded Man urged him. The hissing emotionless voice urged him in a constantly switching male and female voice of the legion echoed by distorted mumbling. His eyes widened in fear. What was this....THING?! "Quietly submit to us the girl." It repeated. 

He gritted his teeth. 

If he complied, it would probably murder her. But for the Knight, that must've been a desired outcome. Because was it not for that reason that he'd been keeping her until now?  Perhaps. Perhaps at one point in time. He'd told himself that very thing for years but it was little more than habit at this point and one he barely did anymore.  For the knight had grown to care for this girl whose parents he'd stolen as if she was his very own flesh and blood. So he stood tall once more and bellowed out over the roar of the storm:

"NEVER!"

"The choice is yours." It raised its giant arm into the air and a series of blades grew out of it from the shoulder down to the wrist and throughout its hand.

This was going to hurt. He raised his fists. 


Redriot raced across the rooftops past the warriors who were finishing off the straggler monsters, darting past everyone distracted by their opponents until she found him. Her father staring death in the eyes. She leaped off of the roof and screamed in anger as she drew her sword. A beautiful rose red light shining off of the blade. She slashed its arm as she fell down and severed it at the shoulder. The Hooded Man finally recoiled for once and staggered back as the shadowy giant arm fell to the floor and began to crumble away. Redriot unfortunately was so focused on saving her father that she ended up falling on her face but she was able to turn it into a rough tumble over to her father. She shook off the impact and held up her sword and stood in front of the knight to protect him. A small, trembling back. 

Redriot had arrived to defend her father. 

Sir Crimson blinked away his tears for the first time in his years. A smile of pride on his face. This was the girl whose life he'd stolen and then raised to be his own child. Now here she was saving his life from this horrific abomination. She'd even finally unlocked her own Semblance. He couldn't be prouder of her. He retrieved his lance and gently patted the girls head. 

Yes little one. Let us fight together as father and daughter. His eyes turned black and his skin turned red. His hair rose up. He removed the physical limiters of his body and sent surges of adrenaline rushing through his body as his blood began pumping faster. His own Semblance reactivated after years of dormancy. Crimson Rage. 

Their allies rejoined them. They were tired and injured from their own fights but still standing strong. 

The Hooded Man's body began twitching and shaking like it was spasming until a sudden light shined out of its body and the cloak was blown away. A towering monstrosity grew in is place. The warriors and Redriot stood tall as its shadow fell over them. 

They charged into battle.



The storm has ceased and light once again shines down on the Kingdom. A small one falls over Redriot as she picks herself up out of the rubble. She is tired and clearly exhausted from the fight with quite a few injuries of her own but she's smiling as her father pulls her up.


A hero's armor is always crimson. That is surely the color of the twilight he basked in. Walking hand-in-hand in that bloodstained era, is a knight and a girl. On the battlefield there is neither justice nor evil. The day of atonement will come someday. Until that time finally arrives he's decided to be a "father".


A young lady with a long red ponytail whipping through the wind is standing in front of a large shinning shimmering building. She is dressed primarily in black from her shirt, to her jeans, to her belts, her boots, her gloves. Her jacket however is as red as her hair. Her eyes are confident and dangerous. There is a smirk upon her face and a sword in hand.

It's Time To Become A Huntsman. 

The Ancelin Sisters lived a life of peace and luxury in the village of Crystalmoor. Rooted on the highest point of a cavern, the settlement of Crystalmoor is home to a large settlement of people lead by Duchess Massingale. This settlement wasn't built by a cavern by accident, as it has rare resources, which is of great importance to the people of Easthaven and its success. The settlement itself looks grandiose with a pleasant atmosphere. The main attraction is the watchtower, which was built centuries ago. Crystalmoor has a prosperous economy, which is mainly supported by herbalism, crafting and trade. But their biggest strengths are advanced medicine and rare crop farming. This is a beautiful gorgeous grandiose town headed towards a bright future where everyone knows everyone and they are all friendly towards each other and especially welcoming towards visitors. Of all the people in Crystalmoor, the Ancelin Sisters were well known for their kindness and generosity.

So sweet and trusting were The Ancelin Family that when an old man appeared at their doorstep asking for a meal they never thought twice about it. The old man appeared to be a simple hunched over beggar with old dirty clothes, a wrinkled wizened face and a long thick beard. There was an intricately designed golden gourd attached to his belt that appeared to be his only possession. The beggar politely asked for food from their father, Copper Ancelin, he happily agreed and quickly went inside to speak with his daughters. When the oldest daughter, Penina Ancelin, stepped outside to deliver a meal to the beggar, he activated his Semblance: Capture Jar and opened the lid off of the gourd. A beam of light shined out of the gourd and surrounded Penina. She tried to cry out but she found herself completely paralyzed. It shined brighter as she was pulled towards the gourd, acting as a sort of irresistible tractor beam! Before Penina knew what was happening her body had suddenly shrunken down and was pulled into the gourd itself! The beggar laughed and placed the lid back on the gourd before he ran off into the woods. Penina being shaken and tossed around inside the gourd the whole trip.

The Ancelin Family searched for her several days and nights but could not locate the oldest sister of the Ancelin Family.


The Beggar meanwhile returned to his home and removed his disguise and stood up straight, revealing himself to be a strong man with a dangerous face. The man opened his gourd again and Penina was thrown from her captivity and returned to normal size.

It was like a palace! The inside and outside of this house was magnificence and luxury!

"My dear, you will like it here with me. You will have everything that your heart desires. I will give you everything you want so long as you live here forever with me."

Despite her protestations he refused to allow her to leave.

So it went for a few days, and then he said to her, "I have to go away and leave you alone for a short time. Here are the house keys. You may go everywhere and look at everything except for the one room that this little key here unlocks. I forbid you to go there on the penalty of death." Unfortunately, the key to open the door and leave was not among them.

He also gave her an egg, saying, "Take good care of this egg. You should carry it with you at all times, for if you should loose it great misfortune would follow."

She took the keys and the egg, and promised to take good care of everything while she planned an escape.

As soon as he had gone she walked about in the house from top to bottom examining everything. The rooms glistened with silver and gold, and she thought that she had never seen such splendor.

Finally she came to the forbidden door. She wanted to pass it by, but curiosity gave her no rest. She examined the key. It looked like any other one. She put it into the lock and twisted it a little, and then the door sprang open.

What did she see when she stepped inside? A large bloody basin stood in the middle, inside which there lay the cut up parts of dead girls. Nearby there was a wooden block with a glistening ax lying on it.

She was so terrified that the egg, which she was holding in her hand, fell into the basin. She got it out again and wiped off the blood, but it was to no avail, for it always came back. She wiped and scrubbed, but she could not get rid of the stain.

Not long afterward the man returned from his journey, and he immediately asked for the key and the egg. She handed them to him, shaking all the while, for he saw from the red stain that she had been in the blood chamber.

"You went into that chamber against my will," he said, "and now against your will you shall go into it once again. Your life is finished."

He threw her down, dragged her by her hair into the chamber, cut off her head on the block, then cut her up into pieces, and her blood flowed out onto the floor. Then he threw her into the basin with the others.

"Now I will go get the second one," said the madman, and, again disguised as a poor man, he went to their house begging.

Despite the disappearance of their eldest sister leading to a sense of depression and distrust, the kind nature of the family won out. Then the second daughter, Jewel, brought him a piece of bread; he caught her like the first and carried her away. She did not fare better than her sister. She allowed herself to be led away by her curiosity, opened the door of the bloody chamber, looked in, and had to atone for it with her life on the man's return.

Then he went and brought the third sister, Diamond, but she was clever and crafty. When he had given her the keys and the egg, and had left her, she first put the egg away with great care, and then she examined the house, and at last went into the forbidden room. Alas, what did she behold! Both her sisters lay there in the basin, cruelly murdered, and cut in pieces. Tears of sorrow ran down her face. So many tears that they are said to have washed her clean of the blood she got all over her hands and clothes while she retrieved the heads of her sisters.

She had preparations to make.

When the man returned home he immediately demanded the keys and the egg, and when he was unable to detect any trace of blood on them, he said, "You have passed the test. You shall be my bride. I shall even grant you one request!"

"Anything I desire?"

"Whatever your heart desires, young one."

""Good," she answered, "but first you must take a basketful of gold to my father and mother. You yourself must carry it there on your back. In the meanwhile I shall make preparations for the wedding."

Then she ran to her sisters, whom she had hidden in a closet, and said, "The moment is here when I can rescue you. The evildoer himself shall carry you home." She was not able to revive her sisters or bring them back but she could at least send their remains back home for a proper burial.


She put them both into a basket, along with something else, then covered them entirely with gold, so that nothing could be seen of them.

Then she called the man in and said, "Now carry this basket away, but you are not to stop and rest underway. Take care, for I shall be watching you through my little window." The man lifted the basket onto his back and walked away with it. However, it pressed down so heavily on him that the sweat ran from his face. He sat down, wanting to rest, but immediately a voice called out, "I am looking through my little window, and I can see that you are resting. Walk on!" He thought that his bride was calling to him, so he got up again. Then he again wanted to sit down, but someone immediately called out, "I am looking through my little window, and I can see that you are resting. Walk on!" Every time that he stopped walking, someone called out, and he had to walk on until, groaning and out of breath, he brought the basket with the gold and the two girls to their parents' house. At home the bride was, supposedly, making preparations for the wedding feast, to which she had had the man's friends invited but instead she was rigging up a little surprise for him. This house really did have everything didn't it? Then she took a skull with grinning teeth, adorned it with jewelry and with a wreath of flowers, carried it to the attic window, and let it look out.

When everything was ready she dipped herself into a barrel of honey, then cut open the bed and rolled around in it until she looked like a strange bird, a Faunus perhaps, and no one would have been able to recognize her. Then she walked out of the house. Underway some of the wedding guests met her, and they asked, "You, Fitcher's bird, where are you coming from?"

"I am coming from my friends house."

"What is his young bride doing there?"

"She has swept the house from bottom to top, and now she is looking out of the attic window."

Finally her bridegroom met her. He was slowly walking back home, and, like the others, he asked, "You, Fitcher's bird, where are you coming from?"

"I am coming from the forest and I saw a wonderful party." She replied while hiding a string behind her back.

"What is my young bride doing there?"

"She has swept the house from bottom to top, and now she is looking out of the attic window."

The bridegroom looked up. Seeing the decorated skull, he thought it was his bride, and he waved a friendly greeting to her.

After he and all his guests had gone into the house and closed it up, she yanked on the string with all her might, causing all of the alcohol and gasoline and oils to come crashing down. Before they could recover, the young girl returned and threw a lighter through the window, causing the building to light ablaze.

The party guests burned to death along with, supposedly, the madman. The girl had a long trek home so she got a move on.

The first chance she got she stopped at a stream and took a long time to clean herself off. Her clothes were soaked and ruined but sparkled like never before just like her skin. After making a campfire to dry off, she got dressed again and resumed walking, using the stolen gourd to store water for herself.

After walking well into the night, she was struck with a terrible hunger. Eventually, the girl came to a royal garden filled with delicious pears and apples and guarded by a wide moat.

It took some doing but she eventually managed to cobble together a rope across the moat and managed her way across. She let it go and took her meal. A single pear. As she was munching on it while hiding behind the tree, the owner of the home and his gardner approached her. She initially said nothing, for her mouth was full of pear, until she swallowed and apologized for her behavior. In exchange for not punishing her, she offered the golden gourd. Suffice to say this more than paid the price of a single pear and they happily accepted. They took the girl in and she told them her story.

Overwhelmed with sympathy for Diamond, shocked at the fact that she burned an entire building full of people alive and surprised at how brightly she sparkled, they agreed to take her in and send word back to her parents about where she was staying. She could rest there until they could arrange for her travel.

They sent a message by scroll, a letter by carrier pigeon AND a traveler to go to their home and inform them personally of what had happened while Diamond rested up at their house, ate nice warm home cooked meals, rested in a nice bed and got her clothes cleaned. She began to notice a peculiar change in her skin. As if something was growing on it. Something that felt like armor.

Unfortunately, there was one thing that Diamond had not taken into account.

The Madman Abducter had survived and tracked her down. He was unable to stop the electronic message by Scroll but he did kill the carrier pigeon and the messenger. Despite his horrible burn wounds he was still a strong and clever man and he was able to sneak into their home, steal a jar, empty it out and then use his Semblance to capture the youngest son of the homeowner.

He threatened the homeowner with the life of his son. Ordering him to deliver Diamond to him by morning for punishment or he would never see his son again. The kind man desperately tried to find a way out of this but Diamond agreed to surrender if it would mean saving the life of another.

She allowed herself to be cuffed from the front and she was knelt down in front of a tree stump. Her hands were placed on top of it and the Abducter approached her with a bloody axe. The one he'd used to kill her sisters and so many others. The Kind Homeowner tried to jump him but he just patted the jar. With his son captive they could do nothing.

The Madman laughed and jeered at her, confident in his absolute victory over the sisters. He raised his axe high up into the air and told her it was time for her punishment. It was time for her to join her sisters. He swung the axe down on her hands only for her Semblance to finally kick in: Diamonds Are Forever!

Her skin became coated in shining shimmering sparkling diamond armor that shattered the axe upon contact! New strength flowing through her, Diam snapped the cuffs on her wrists and quickly stole the jar and threw open the lid. The son was freed and she tossed away the jar where it shattered in the grass.

Diam was a kind girl. A gentle girl. A sweet girl. But this maniac, this madman, this monster, had put her through a lot of pain and misery and suffering for his own sadistic pleasure. So you can understand why her rage took over her and she unleashed a violent brutal savage two hundred four thousand one hundred seventeen carat beatdown on him. As amplified as she was by her diamond skin fueled by rage and with the madman still being in less than optimal condition, he was quickly overwhelmed by her raw power.

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It ended with her pulverizing him relentlessly until the kind man and the gardener finally stopped her and she stood tall over the murderer of her sisters. The maniac had been beaten to a bloody mess.

In the end, the maniac was arrested but died from his injuries. Diam was acquitted provided she seek proper counseling and Huntsmen Training. After reuniting with her family, the basket had contained a letter explaining all that had happened in case she didn't make it, along with a small electronic recording of her voice, they mourned the passing of her sisters together and she began her training.


Time has passed and she now stands ready to begin the final four years of her training at The Academy to become a proper Huntsmen.




She's wearing a plain shirt and buttoned it up fully to support the elegant tie he's wearing. On top of the shirt she's wearing a chic vest with 4 buttons, it has a fairly deep v-line, it's just narrow enough for the top to remain visible, adding another layer to the overall look of the suit. The jacket is a perfectly tailored fit for him. It has a tight herringbone pattern which gives the suit a more formal and elegant look. The 3 buttons of her double breasted jacket are all buttoned up, giving him a sophisticated look. The jacket is the same length all around, it has vents at either side, there are two pockets on one side and one pocket on the other and there's a breast pocket which holds her sunglasses. She's wearing pants which copy the style of the jacket, both in color and pattern and they're a perfect match for his shoes. She's wearing an elegant pair of plain toe monkstraps. To top it all off she's wearing a luxurious belt accompanied by a watch and gloves.

Her long blue hair sparkles like the rest of her suit as her shimmering eyes look upon the Academy. It is time to make her family proud.

The Briar Kingdom once stood tall in the world. A shining monument to the achievements of humanity. To be more precise the achievements of The Briar Royal Family.
The Kingdom was rulled by King Bramwell Briar and Queen Calla Lilly who ruled openly and fairly and were beloved by their people. Now this king and queen had plenty of money, and plenty of fine clothes to wear, and plenty of good things to eat and drink, and a coach to ride out in every day: but though they had been married many years they had no children, and this grieved them very much indeed. They tried everything they could think but while it was certainly pleasurable and domineering at times none of their solutions worked.

They had considered adoption of course but they were adamant that their child be a blood heir.

They continued this dance time and time again to no avail until one day as the queen was walking by the side of the river, at the bottom of the garden, she saw a poor little fish, that had thrown itself out of the water, and lay gasping and nearly dead on the bank. Then the queen took pity on the little fish, and threw it back again into the river; and before it swam away it lifted its head out of the water and bowed it to the queen before plunging itself back into the water and swimming away.

This act of kindness was soon repaid with fortune and the queen had a little girl, so very beautiful that the king could not cease looking on it for joy, and said he would hold a great feast and make merry, and show the child to all the land. So he asked his kinsmen, and nobles, and friends, and neighbors. But the queen said, ’I will have the fairies also, it is only proper to invite them, that they might be kind and good to our little daughter.’ Now there were thirteen fairies in the kingdom; but as the king and queen had only twelve golden dishes for them to eat out of, they were forced to leave one of the fairies out of the festivities.

Feeling bad for not being able to invite her properly, King Briar sent a letter to the thirteenth fairy explaining the situation and asking for her kindness and understanding in hopes it would appease her.

Unfortunately, it only sealed their fates.



So it went. The time of the celebration came and with it twelve fairies. Meral Speedysprite, Serendipity Firetwirl, Cypress Willowbead, Tansy Neverboots
Relle Morningmist, Peachy Bumblestripe, Snowflake Tigerstorm, Laura Cedarmoon, Jayla Candletoad, Ube Flora, Xana Fauna and Misty Merryweather.

Each dressed in the finest robes and clothing with glowing auras that radiated power for them. They ate, drank and were merry for the entirety of the celebration and after the feast was over they gathered round in a ring and gave all their best gifts to the little princess. One gave her goodness, another beauty, another riches, and so on till she had all that was good in the world.

Just as the twelve of them had done blessing her, a great noise was heard in the courtyard, and word was brought that the thirteenth fairy was come, Carabosse Duvessa had arrived. Clad all in the darkest leather with metal chains and belts wrapping around her body and a fine black metal belt. She carries a jetblack staff the symbol of a skull and a pair of dark wings. There is a crow head on the top of the staff. It matches the crow mask on her head. Black wings are under her arms and a flowing black cape extends from her back as she walks into the dining hall.





The dining hall becomes still as the grave as she looks through it and finds the King.

"Thee! Foolish Dram Sir. Thee Wouldst Dareth Fig Me In Such A Mann'r With This Lett'r Of Yours?! T Is W'rd'd Liketh A Issue Wroteth T And Thee Didst Not Coequal Has't The Courage To Visage Me Yourself! Thee Hath Sent A S'rvant To Deliv'r This Lett'r Of Yours? Thee Feast Liketh A Gluttons Bef're I Coequal Arriveth? Thee Doth Not Coequal Has't A Golden Plateth? Didst Thee Coequal Planeth This Celebration Of Yours? W'rthless Whelp!"

Truly, the King had only the best intentions with the letter but the wording of it had caused her to perceive it as an insult instead. She was very angry, and scolded the king and queen, causing the noble King to lose his temper. He stood tall and shouted her down.

"ANON SEETH HITHER! WE GAVETH THEE A CHANCE TO ARRIVETH MOST CAREFULLY UPON THE HOUR! WE TOLDETH THEE THE TIMETH OF THE CELEBRATION! WE DID EXPLAIN OUR MISTAKES TO THEE CLEARLY AND DID APOLOGIZE F'R T! THEE HAS'T NAY RIGHT TO COMETH INTO MINE OWN CASTLE DURING THE CHRISTENING OF MINE OWN DAUGHTER AND STARTETH MAKING DEMANDS! I GAVETH THEE A CHANCE TO JOINETH OUR CELEBRATION BUT THEE DID THROW THY CHANCES HENCE! I CHARGE THEE TO LEAVETH MINE OWN SIGHT!"

But the crow woman simply laughed at him. As one would a misbehaving child. "Thee wouldst dareth dare me dram sir?"

"Thou art in mine own castle wench. Thee shall holdeth thy tongue 'r I shalt removeth t f'r thee."

The Queen shrieked and tried to calm her husband to no avail. The Fairies attempted to halt her but she waved them off. The knights in the room all gathered their weapons and surrounded her.

Carabosse just kept laughing. She was not even remotely threatened by anyone there. Instead she pointed to the King. "T wouldst seemeth our temp'rs art flaring this day. V'ry well. I accepteth thy dare. We shalt settleth this h're and anon in a duel. If 't be true thee defeat me, mine own life is yours to doth with as thee wisheth. I shalt grant thy daught'r the finest of treasures and w'rk with thee as a retain'r until fusty age doth take thee backeth to the weeds 'r i am releas'd from thy s'rvice. But. If 't be true I am the vict'r, I shall decideth the fate of thy kingdom and thy daught'r. It shalt beest an hon'rable duel. I shall not useth mine own s'rc'ry 'gainst thee. Alloweth this duel beest hath decided by our bodies and strength of shall! Doth thee accepteth thy highness 'r doth thee yield in front of thy owneth court?"

"Wast th're ev'r any doubteth I wouldst accepteth thy dare?" He unsheathed his sword and squared off with the dark fairy. She simply walked towards him while leisurely spinning her staff like it was an average day in the garden.

The king rushed her down and raised his sword, grabbed it with both hands, quickly closed the distance between them and swung his sword down on her with a thunderous battle cry. Unfortunately, he made horrendous tactical errors here that would cost him dearly.

The first was that while Carabosse would indeed keep her word about not using her magic against him, she said nothing about not using to amplify her own abilities. The second was that his sword, while indeed very well made, was cold steel and not wrought iron, so it would be less effective against her. The third was leaping into a battle against a being Carabosse without properly gauging the enemies abilities first.

Thus, despite his impressive speed and swinging the sword down with enough force to break the stone floor beneath her feet, she simply reached up and caught it in one hand. The damage done to her, if any, was negligible. This left him wide open to be bashed across the face with her staff. She tossed his sword away, spin her staff and she began rapidly striking him with it before knocking him to the floor and planting her boot on his chest and pointing the staff at his neck. Their duel was over in mere seconds. She smiled and walked away.

"The duel is ov'r. I am the vict'r." She approached the cradle and raised her hands and so she cried out, "The king’s daughter shall, in her fifteenth year, be wounded by a spindle, and fall into a death like sleep with skin of stone and so her Kingdom shall fall with her hidden by the briars until the day that the crimson warrior arrives to awaken her and she makes amends to free her kingdom!"

Black mist surrounded the cradle and spread out among the dining hall before fading. When it was over she had vanished. Her sneering laughter the only trace of her visit.

However, the king hoped still to save his dear child altogether from the threatened evil; so he ordered that all the spindles in the kingdom should be bought up and burnt. But all the gifts of the first eleven fairies were in the meantime fulfilled; for the princess was so beautiful, and well behaved, and good, and wise, that everyone who knew her loved her. She was trained in the ways of Aura for most of her life, as her parents desperately hoped this would be enough to cheat the curse if it could not pierce her skin.

It happened that, on the very day she was fifteen years old, the king and queen were not at home, and she was left alone in the palace. So she roved about by herself, and looked at all the rooms and chambers, till at last she came to an old tower, to which there was a narrow staircase ending with a little door. In the door there was a golden key, and when she turned it the door sprang open, and there sat an old lady spinning away very busily. ’Why, how now, good mother,’ said the princess; ’what are you doing there?’ ’Spinning,’ said the old lady, and nodded her head, humming a tune, while buzz! went the wheel. ’How prettily that little thing turns round!’ said the princess, and took the spindle and began to try and spin. But scarcely had she touched it, before the fairy’s prophecy was fulfilled; the spindle wounded her, and she fell down lifeless on the ground. Her skin becoming cold as stone.

However, she was not dead, but had only fallen into a deep sleep; and the king and the queen, who had just come home, and all their court, fell asleep too; and the horses slept in the stables, and the dogs in the court, the pigeons on the house-top, and the very flies slept upon the walls. Even the fire on the hearth left off blazing, and went to sleep; the jack stopped, and the spit that was turning about with a goose upon it for the king’s dinner stood still; and the cook, who was at that moment pulling the kitchen-boy by the hair to give him a box on the ear for something he had done amiss, let him go, and both fell asleep; the butler, who was slyly tasting the ale, fell asleep with the jug at his lips: and thus everything stood still, and slept soundly.

A large hedge of thorns soon grew round the palace, and every year it became higher and thicker; till at last the old palace was surrounded and hidden, so that not even the roof or the chimneys could be seen. But there went a report through all the land of the beautiful sleeping Briar Rose (for so the king’s daughter was called): so that, from time to time, several kings’ sons came, and tried to break through the thicket into the palace. This, however, none of them could ever do; for the thorns and bushes laid hold of them, as it were with hands; and there they stuck fast, and died wretchedly.

Years passed and the Briar Royal Family became a legend. Stories told of the story of the thicket of thorns; and how a beautiful palace stood behind it, and how a wonderful princess, called Briar Rose, lay in it asleep, with all her court. Many ventured into the wilderness to find The Castle Of Thorns. None returned until the day that Redriot Gozen and Sir Crimson arrived to investigate the legends for themselves. The castle wasn't hard to find of course but the real challenge was fighting their way through the walls of thorns but by working together and uniting their Semblances and fighting skills together they were able to cut their way through the thorns and they were the first people in centuries to step foot into the Castle!

Seeing the corpses wrapped up in the thorns were haunting enough but seeing the stone skinned inhabitants of the castle was chilling. It didn't take long before they were able to find Rose Briar and as their hands touched together she took her fist gasp in centuries as the light shined out of her body and her stone skin slowly faded away!

Crimson called all of this in while Redriot helped her to get to her feet after her centuries of sleep. Rose was initially frightened by the sight of Redriot whom she'd never seen before and the sight of her petrified friends and family and servants throughout the castle. Despite their efforts they weren't able to free them. Red wasn't even sure how she woke up Rose!

Learning that centuries had passed while she slept nearly made Rose faint all over again.


Eventually helped finally arrived and House Briar was carefully evacuated to their Kingdom in hopes that they could find a way to free them while ensuring their protection. Rose was left mortified and in shock. Centuries had passed since they slept! They were so far behind in the world! Her Royal Family meant nothing anymore! The world had moved on without them! Everything she knew was gone! Even communication was difficult for her along with processing everything else in the world. It left her shocked to her core.

Still, with time, she did gradually bond with Red and they would slowly become friends while she helped Rose accumulate to the modern world. It was a slow process and there are still things that Rose doesn't understand but she is getting used to it.

Eventually, Rose decided to try training to become a Huntress. She needed to find the one who cursed their Kingdom anyway and this would be the best way to do that. Plus, she could interact with other kids roughly around her own age, which would help her to accumulate to the modern world. So she entered training with her new friend.

And got her butt kicked.

Repeatedly.

Rose had incredible amounts of Aura but she had never thrown a punch in her life while Redriot had been training all of hers on top of being a prodigy with the blade so it was only natural that she struggled.

Still, she never gave up and she put a hundred percent effort into her training. She still has a long way to go but Redriot feels confident that she's at least good enough to get into the Academy where they can start the real training.

Rose swears to find the one who cursed them and find a way to free everyone. No matter what the cost.

Ferncombe Town was not a town that had much. It was a small comfortable little town in the Kingdom. It has a lot of good things going for it. Bakery, fishing, animal training, beer brewing, woodcrafting and leatheworking but their biggest strength is prosperous mining. The town was built by the Evercola Mountains which turned out to be rich in gold and treasures that was mined to provide prosperity for the town and the Kingdom. It was a dangerous area for the miners and prospectors so children were not allowed up there but every now and then someone did go up there and they were either caught or got lost and they had to go looking for them. Such was the case for little Medallion. Medallion Poskaushka is a dancer by nature. She lives and breathes dancing. She incorporates into basically everything she does as much as possible. So naturally her parents had hired a dance teacher who could help the young girl sharpen her skills. The teacher, Terpsichore, recognized her potential and took her on as a personal student. Teaching Medallion not just the art of dance but also the art of combat with it!

The fighting style she taught to Medallion, Dance Sensation, follows a simple philosophy: All dancers are fighters and all fighters are dancers. The style itself incorporates elements of various forms of dancing along with Savate, TKD, Capoeira, Muay Thai, Breakdancing, Tricking and a few other styles together. The lessons would be hard and painful but she promised the young girl that they would be worth it. Aura Training was also incorporated into her martial dance training which helped with her healing so she could train more in between her rests, school and proper diet.

Now onto the mountain!

For you see, she was out playing one day and got a little lost. She was coming upon the mountain when a large flying creature swooped down and attacked her. She was able to dodge but the owl-like flying monster was attacking now so she had to run. This lead her up the mountain where she stumbled into a cave to hide from it. Only now she was lost in a cave. She left her ribbon pinned under a large rock to let them know she had been here and went exploring a bit.

Meanwhile, Medallion's parents became concerned over their missing daughter and went looking for her. They found her footprints leading to the mountain and the muddy tracks she left traveling up the trail. They immediately called everyone they knew on their scrolls and they formed a Search Party. Terpsichore went inside ahead of the others while they searched in groups. Fortunately it didn't take long for her to find the girl laughing and holding gold coins. She followed her outside where everyone had gathered. Terpsichore showed them the gold she'd discovered while Medallion placed one hand on her hip, raised up her blue kerchief with the other and lowered it. She began to dance and lead the miners and prospectors inside with her to the treasure trove she'd discovered inside.

It was one hell of a treasure trove as well. Enough to last them for many years and make the town wealthy. They would live in luxury for many years.

Around this time, a peasant girl named Karen is adopted by a rich couple, the landlord and lady, after her mother's death and grows up vain and spoiled, addicted to her newfound life of luxury and the power her family held. Yet...she was still jealous of Medallion. For all of her wealth she now found herself surrounded by, so was everyone else, and she had nothing else going for her as opposed to Medallion who was the town hero and the best dancer in the town. She tried again and again to one up her but Medallion beat her every time, blissfully unaware of Karen's enmity for her.



This one-sided rivalry, coupled with the amount of work that Karen was put through to be able to keep her lifestyle and the pressures to be the best at everything got to her. She kept thinking she was better than Medallion and she couldn't stand that the blissful dancer girl was trumping her at every turn. Their inability to damage the Poskaushka's reputation only made it worse.

The resentment built and built until she set up a series of games between them with a large amount of prize money as the stakes that would increase, her plan being to ultimately force Medallion to give up her money. They both won some and lost others and the games ultimately came down to combat with Karen finally challenging her. To make things worse, she created a ring of fire with an oil can and a lighter in hopes of limiting her acrobatic movements. It did but it didn't. While she was more limited than she would've liked, Medallion was still the better fighter due to having trained by a professional Huntress for years, so Karen was still at a massive disadvantage. In fact she didn't even properly fight back she just danced around Karen while she trained in vain to land something on her. It was a beautiful, soulful, elegant, amazing dance. In fact she danced so well that Karen found herself dancing with her uncontrollably!

Around and around the two danced in circles amidst the flames. Despite Karen's best efforts she was unable to resist the uncontrollable urge to dance! She was overcome by dancing mania!

Dancing mania (also known as dancing plague, choreomania, St. John's Dance and St. Vitus' Dance) was a social phenomenon that occurred primarily in mainland Europe between the 14th and 17th centuries. It involved groups of people dancing erratically, sometimes thousands at a time. The mania affected men, women, and children who danced until they collapsed from exhaustion. One of the first major outbreaks was in Aachen, in the Holy Roman Empire (in modern-day Germany), in 1374, and it quickly spread throughout Europe; one particularly notable outbreak occurred in Strasbourg in 1518 in Alsace, also in the Holy Roman Empire (now France).

Affecting thousands of people across several centuries, dancing mania was not an isolated event, and was well documented in contemporary reports. It was nevertheless poorly understood, and remedies were based on guesswork. Often musicians accompanied dancers, due to a belief that music would treat the mania, but this tactic sometimes backfired by encouraging more to join in. There is no consensus among modern-day scholars as to the cause of dancing mania.

The several theories proposed range from religious cults being behind the processions to people dancing to relieve themselves of stress and put the poverty of the period out of their minds. It is speculated to have been a mass psychogenic illness, in which physical symptoms with no known physical cause are observed to affect a group of people, as a form of social influence.

This was Medallion's Semblance: Red Shoes! It can be considered a dance oriented version of Motor-Skill Manipulation! The user takes control over motor functions of others against their will as if they were a marionette, subjects are still conscious, but can’t resist the user's puppet control. It is a clash of auras and willpower. Of course is the user is interrupted the control can be broken that way.

By the time the flames were snuffed out, the townspeople were greeted with the sight of the two young ladies dancing together through the smoke and steam. Despite her growing exhaustion, Karen had a real smile on her face for the first time in years. What's more, a few of the townspeople found themselves getting pulled into the dance with them! This rapidly turned into a dance party as more people simply joined in.

By the time she was done dancing and released everyone, their troubles had all been forgotten about.

After taking time to rest and catch her breath and drink some water, Karen apologized to Medallion. For everything. Profusely. Medallion just laughed and rubbed her head. "Nothing to forgive. Lets just be friends."

And so they were. Karen finally put away her childish petty rivalry and eventually even moved in with the Poskaushka Family.

When Terpsichore decided it was time to take Medallion to the Academy, she and Karen embraced as friends and promised to remain in contact with each other. In the meantime, Karen would continue her goodwork around town, helping everybody with their problems instead of causing them.

Now Medallion stands on the precipice ready to enter a whole new world, make new friends, form a team and of course...Dance Her Heart Out!

Hell, Sailor Moon's even come back from Death a couple times at least! As has the rest of the team. It's a common hazard in their series. The first arc alone involved just about everyone dying and a reset button.

Also, Buffy would make an awesome Magical Girl. She already has the physicals for it. Give her a Henshin Wand and she's good to go! But then again, they have Willow for that.

Yeah, I made it an AU World to give me more room experiment without having to dance around the canon of RWBY as much as I enjoy it. I figure this world, on top of being different structurally from Remnant with its own creatures, both fantastical and otherwise, is one where the Gods Wrath Disaster didn't happen.

Glad you're enjoying the show so far man! I'm having a lot of fun with this!

Rose Briar knelt down next to her father's petrified body laid out on the table while the machines the laboratory scanned him.

Her stylish bright pink dress flows from top to bottom and has a square neckline, which daintily reveals the fancy dress worn below it. The flowing, tightly tied fabric of her dress covers her stomach where the continuous flow is broken up by a dark leather belt worn high around her waist. Below the leather belt the dress opens up and reveals the dress below. The front of the top dress is longer than the bottom dress and curves outwards, the back continues to flow a long length behind her and ends in a broad rectangle. Her sleeves are very long and very wide, their flow is broken up below the elbow where they change color and where they're divided by slender, refined bands, these are the same fabric and color used to outline the sleeves of the dress. Her golden sunlight blonde hair was tied up in a short ponytail to keep it from getting in her way.


The various machines other machines around the laboratory made a variety of noises while other machines swirled bizarre fluids in them. A symphony of bizarre and strange noises followed by a wide variety of lights illuminated the laboratory. She wasn't even going to begin to guess what anything in the laboratory did. All she knew was that they assured her it was all very expensive and that it did science things. Back in her day, Science was just those strange men with their beakers and bottles and swirling liquids. It was amazing how far it could advance in three hundred thirty-three years. 333 years. That made her around 348 years or so if her age before The Sleep was taken into account. Give or take a couple of years. Everything she knew was gone. Her family and people petrified. Her home an empty tomb surrounded by thorns. The townspeople had long since died or fled at some point in the past three hundred years. The remainder of their Kingdom had been conquered or pillaged and burned. Everything they knew was lost to them and now here she was, a stranger in a new world. A new Kingdom. Surrounded by strange and bizarre people who's customs she was still struggling to understand and about to enter into a Hunstmen Academy in the hope that it could maybe finally hopefully help her find the one who cursed them and bring her to justice.

Above all else, saving her people was her top priority. Her sworn duty as the Crown Princess of the Briar Kingdom.

"Oh fath'r. I misseth thee so. This new w'rld is so strange to me and th're is so much i still doth not und'rstand. W're t not f'r redriot's kindness and endless patience i feareth i wouldst has't gone nimble-footed. The present day i am going to attendeth tenjin academy's opening c'remony. I can only desire yond mine own training with redriot shall proveth sufficient to passeth their trials. Oh fath'r. I doth not knoweth if 't be true thee can heareth me, but prithee, i begeth thee, lendeth me thy pow'r. The strength of moth'r and yourself. I prayeth 'twill beest enow. This is the first stepeth of mine own journey but t just might beest the most vital. Rest assur'd fath'r, nay matt'r what happeneth to me, I shall not faileth thee. I shall moveth the heavens themselves if 't be true yond shall bringeth thee backeth to me."

She gently held the stone hand of her father as she leaned forward and kissed his cheek and then she stood up and she held her hands together over her chest.

"I shall not faileth. I shall not falt'r. Nay matt'r what stands in mine own way, I shall saveth thee all. On mine own hon'r as princess briar! Thee shall beest free to walketh the earth once again fath'r!"

She turned around and walked away.

"Prithee professeth'r taketh valorous careth of mine own family."

"Don't worry, kiddo. They will be perfectly safe here. You just focus on taking it one day at a time." Professor Oakley Bestiary assured her.

"Thanketh thee." She replied sincerely and found her way to the door. She was about to reach for a handle when it slid open on its own. "Th're is a thin line between science and s'rc'ry." She mused and walked up the stairs into the...elevenvator she believed it to be called, and waited for the guide to press the button. The elevenvator took them back up to the first floor and then a noise beeped as the door opened. (Tis a very thin line!)

After she was guided back outside she bid him good day and she stepped outside where Redriot was waiting.

A young lady with a long red ponytail whipping through the wind stood off to the side of the lab performing repeated sword swings. She is wearing a buttoned up crimson red shirt with a short long sleeved black jacket covering her arms. This is accompanied by a stylish belt and black leather pants and black and red boots.



Her eyes are confident and dangerous.

"Holla redriot. I am s'rry I madeth thee wait f'r so long."

"Oh hey, Rose. Don't worry about it. It's not a problem at all." She sheathed her sword. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yes. Let us begin our journey." The two friends shook their hands and began their walk to the Academy.

Tragic yet heartwarming enough that its not full on Darkness Porn. With some solid establishing of the setting. Well done bro