Chapter 243 - My CO Stash #43 - Beneath a Broken Moon by Unseen Lurker (SkyrimXRWBY) (1/2)
-Ay FUS RO DAH mane! Nuff said~
Sypnosis: He was a hero, vanquisher of men and beasts, daedra and dragons. But now, Fate calls him elsewhere. How will he fare in this world, so unlike his own? ”Wait... are those... rabbit ears?”
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Chapter 1-3 (exceptional)
Within the frozen reaches of one of Nirn's harshest lands, a stand-off was currently taking place.
On one side, a hulking, savage humanoid creature 3,5 meters tall, with rough grey skin, long, braided hair and beard, and wielding an uprooted tree with a large boulder tied to its end as a weapon. This was one of the giants, mighty beings that even the most seasoned veterans would think twice about fighting. They rarely travelled alone, and even more rarely attacked unprovoked, but such had been the case here.
On the other, a smaller and comparatively much scrawnier being, standing at about 1,75 meters, clad in robes and with his weapon left unused, strapped to his back.
Any uninformed passer-by could be forgiven for thinking that the latter of the two was in a rather ... precarious situation.
Up until they noticed the alarming number of frozen spikes dotting the taller contender's body, not to mention that the entire front side of the beast was charred black.
The giant suddenly collapsed to its knees, and then fell face forward to the ground. It wouldn't rise again.
The other being sighed, as the flames in his hands died down. The damn thing had appeared out of nowhere… What a lone giant was doing in this region and how in Oblivion had it managed to sneak up on him in the middle of the frozen forest would forever remain a mystery.
Oh well, he had dallied for long enough here. He wanted to be back at the college as soon as possible. After looting the corpse for anything that wasn't nailed down (earning him about 250 gold, the steel helmet of some poor sod who hadn't been as lucky and a giant toe, which he immediately discarded, why in the name of the Nine did giants carry these things around was something he did not want to know), his hands began glowing:
”Arvak, come.”
A large purple orb appeared in front of him, and from within, the purple, flaming skeleton of a horse sprang forth. Many a man would run in fright of the nightmarish creature, but he just chuckled as he petted its snout:
”Good boy, Arvak” The specter neighed in delight.
With that, the man mounted up. Arvak was by far one of the best rewards for his services he had ever received, and the fastest method of travel he had available. Well, he had experimented with continuous use of Whirlwind Sprint, but that had only resulted in a sore throat and a few bruises from being launched forward in the air while traversing steep slopes.
And so he rode, and soon the scenery changed around him, the frozen forests of the Pale giving way to the frozen tundra of Winterhold, he would be reaching home soon.
Or so he thought.
Suddenly, the man felt a disturbance ripple through the air, and looked up at the darkening skies as the wind picked up around him.
'This is not natural.' He thought with a frown 'There's sorcery at work here, and a powerful one by the looks of it'.
Then he heard a noise that made his blood run cold, a noise that preluded one of the things Skyrim's inhabitants feared the most. He turned his head...
To see the white, swirling front of an incoming blizzard, so large and sudden it more closely resembled an avalanche.
He tried to use Clear Skies, but the ice cloud surged forward unaffected.
It was obvious to him at this point that whatever this thing was, it was deliberately trying to catch him.
And despite his and Arvak's best efforts, soon it managed to do just that.
For a moment, all the man felt was the biting northern cold and a sense of weightlessness.
And then he felt nothing at all.
/
When he finally came to, the first thing he saw was a thick canopy of trees, through which the moonlight shined.
'Uuurgh...What in Oblivion happened? My head feels like I've gone on another drinking binge with Sanguine...'
Slowly he rose, and as he shook the blurriness from his sight and from his mind, he remembered what had happened.
'Arvak's not here, so he probably returned to the Soul Cairn... The Blizzard caught us... and somehow carried me all the way here, wherever here is.'
He frowned. Had the freak weather somehow brought him to Falkreath? No... even in the darkness, he could see that the trees were all wrong, too green, too bright, and many of species he didn't recognize. He was someplace else, someplace different.
A beastly growl came from the nearby bushes, and the one responsible soon followed.
At first glance, it looked like a werewolf to him, and as insane as it sounded, he actually felt relieved for finding a familiar element in this place, even if he could not account for the bony spikes, red markings, the white bone mask or the baleful, red glowing eyes that held nothing but malice, hatred, and hunger.
The beast howled, and then pounced on him.
A bolt of lightning turned it into a pile of ash before it got halfway to its target.
'That might have been a little too much power...' The man mused, arm still outstretched and crackling with electricity.
Then, another howl echoed in the distance. And another. And another.
Soon, he found several pairs of red eyes glaring at him through the foliage.
'Oh, I see...' he thought dryly, as he finally reached for his weapon 'It's going to be one of those days, isn't it?'
Professor Ozpin was in his office, taking care of the recently formed teams' paperwork, when a knock rang on the door.
”Come in.”
Glynda Goodwitch, his subordinate and fellow teacher walked in with some urgency in her step.
”Ah, Glynda, what seems to be the problem?”
”Sir, for the last 40 minutes, something has been driving the Grimm of the Emerald Forest into a frenzy. Our cameras picked up these images a short while ago.” she stated, as she clicked on her scroll and a large screen appeared in the office, showing a person following a trail... with quite a few dead, fading beowolves behind him, some bodies missing heads, others were missing limbs, all badly burned.
Ozpin raised an eyebrow. The man, for it was clearly a man judging by his build, was wearing black robes with strange, golden ornaments, a pair of gloves with golden scale-like spikes along the forearms, his face was hidden by a golden mask, mostly undecorated except for the pair of tusks and a black, gold-trimmed hood, in his hand he had a massive, bloody axe of sharp, jagged design, with red-glowing filigree across the blade. He looked uninjured, but considering that his posture showed that he was tiring, that was likely to change very soon.
His other eyebrow joined the first when a King Tajitu, drawn by the carnage, blocked the stranger's path, and the man responded by throwing large, explosive fireballs into both its faces, taking advantage of the serpentine beast's pained thrashing to escape.
”Glynda, go rescue this man before he gets overwhelmed, and bring him here. Take a Bullhead.”
”At once, Sir.” The woman walked off quickly.
/
”Yes, definitely one of those days...” The man grumbled as he made his way through the forest.
When he had first been attacked by the werewolf creatures, he believed that perhaps they were part of some kind of undiscovered branch of Lycanthropes, a unique strain of your run-of-the-mill moonhowler perhaps.
When he came across the bear creatures and proceeded to turn them into ice statues, he became less certain, but still willing to give the idea a chance, after all, he'd met werebears before.
Then came the giant f_u_c_k_i_n_g two-headed snake and out the window went that theory, along with a reasonable chunk of his magicka reserves just to give the damn thing the slip. It was a good thing that Hadvar wasn't around to see it, poor ophidiophobic bastard would've probably fainted on the spot.
Soon, he walked into a cliff, overlooking what seemed to be a massive ruin built within a large chasm.
”Oh that's just great...” He grumbled, then looked to the sky in an attempt to get his bearings...
...
...
in...
...Oblivion?
There were two things very, very wrong in the sky.
One, there was only a single moon, Secunda was nowhere to be found.
Two, that moon was broken, one of its sides shattered into several fragments.
The gobsmacked man could no longer deny the suspicion that had been creeping in his mind.
Wherever he was... he was not on Nirn...
Loud howls came from behind him. The werewolves had returned, about 50 of them leaving the treeline to surround him. Either he had to get through them to escape, or take his chances with the abyss.
”To Oblivion with this.” He said as he prepared to jump.
But before he could, a loud, roaring sound was heard, and a large metallic structure appeared in the sky.
The man gawked.
What the f_u_c_k?
What sort of sorcery was keeping that metal giant afloat?
The thing turned so one of its sides was near the cliff, and a gate opened, revealing a woman inside, who raised a... riding crop?
What the f_u_c_k?
She waved the thing, and several purple beams shot forward, flying into the werewolf horde and killing a few.
What. the. F_u_c_k?!
”Quickly, get in!”
That snapped the man out of his shock. So, the werewolves, the chasm, or the strange metallic object. He was still pretty tempted to just take his chances with jumping, but whoever this woman was, she might have some answers about what in the name of Akatosh was going on.
And so making his decision, the man jumped into the strange flying contraption.
”Pilot, get us out of here.” She stated.
The man at the controls did just that, but some of the beowolves had already recovered from the earlier attack, and were rushing towards the ship.
The woman prepared to drive them off, when the stranger grabbed her arm gently, shaking his head.
Eyebrow raised, she watched as he let go of her, faced the beasts, took a deep breath, and just as they began to leap, shouted:
”FUS RO DAH!”
The wave of Unrelenting Force slammed into the incoming monsters, disintegrating some and blasting the others back to the cliff to crash against those who had remained there.
And with that, they made their escape, ignoring the enraged howls and roars.
The man sighed in relief, then turned to see the woman looking at him, a surprised expression on her face.
She had strangely bright green eyes, unnaturally pale blond hair, and a rather...strange attire. But still, he couldn't help but feel that she was quite beautiful, more so than many a woman he'd met before.
”Thank you for your timely intervention, milady, you have saved me from quite a mess.” He said politely, after all, she had just saved him.
Glynda quickly regained her composure. This man... she had never seen or felt anything quite like what he had just done. It seemed to be a Semblance, but the sheer power... Who was he?
”Think nothing of it. Just what were you doing in the Emerald Forest, in the middle of the night?”
”Emerald Forest?” The man shrugged ”Your guess is as good as mine I'm afraid, Milady. One moment I am on my way to Winterhold, the next a sudden Blizzard, and then I wake up here.”
He did not miss the brief confusion in her face.
”Have you not heard of Winterhold?”
”Can't say I have, no.”
”And what of Skyrim? Tamriel? Nirn?”
The woman once again looked confused.
”I'm afraid I'm not familiar with any of those terms. You are currently in the kingdom of Vale, on the continent of Vytal, if that helps.” was her reply.
Yes, definitely not on Nirn anymore. Great, just Great.
The man sighed and decided to change the subject. ”Where are we headed, Milady...?”
”Goodwitch, Glynda Goodwitch.” She answered, a bit surprised by his old-fashioned yet polite manner of speaking. ”And we are currently in route to Beacon Academy, where the Headmaster, Professor Ozpin, would like a word with you.”
A school, eh? Not quite the one he had expected to go to, but he supposed it would have to do given the circ_u_mstances.
”How did he know of my arrival?”
”We caught you on the cameras we have spread throughout the forest, you were causing quite the stir with the local Grimm.”
Now was the man's time to be confused.
”Cameras? Grimm? What are those, Milady?” He gestured towards their surroundings ”And for that matter, what sort of contraption is this?”
Glynda once again raised her eyebrow. What was wrong with this guy?
/
Ozpin patiently waited for Glynda to bring in their guest.
Soon, there was knock on the door, and in came the two, the man following Glynda, looking distracted even through the mask.
Not that he didn't have some reason to be. Gods damn, he was quite proud of his college, but this place was making him feel pretty darn inadequate.
”I am glad to see you were successful, Glynda.”
The stranger looked at the person in the chair, a middle-aged man with unkept silver hair, also wearing a strange garment. The look in his eyes reminded him old Tolfdir and Savos Aren, calculating, but yet caring.
”Professor Ozpin, I take it?”
”Indeed, I am.” the professor nodded ”I am glad to see you are safe. You know, we were quite surprised to have found a man that seemingly appeared out of thin air in the Emerald Forest, even more so with the abilities that that man displayed against the Grimm. That being said... who are you?” He asked politely.
The stranger considered his options, and ultimately decided to go with the truth. He was out of his element, did not know nearly enough about this world to make up a convincing lie, and besides, if they had meant him harm, they wouldn't have gone through the trouble of picking him up.
”I'll try to keep it short.” The man glanced at the pile of papers in the desk ” A headmaster's job is never done, after all.”
”You sound like you speak from experience.” Ozpin replied, eyebrow raised in amus_e_m_e_nt.
Both the teachers could feel the man's smile through the mask.
”Allow me to introduce myself.” He said as he removed it...
To reveal a young man in his early twenties, with shoulder-length wavy brown hair, short-trimmed beard, and a green tattoo of a wave-like pattern over his left eye. His yellowish-brown eyes reflected a wisdom and experience that far surpassed his age.
”Tristard Soverick, The last Dragonborn, and Archmage of the college of Winterhold, at your service.” He stated with a polite, formal bow. ”Now tell me, professor, how familiar are you with inter-planar travel?”
Chapter 2
For the last two hours, Tristard had been telling Ozpin about who he was and where he came from, or at least the short version of it. The Headmaster was accepting, but lady Goodwitch was sceptical, until the man showed proof in the form of a few spells, and items he had been carrying. Ozpin then explained to the dimensionally displaced mage about this strange new world he found himself in. A world where only humans and Faunus, which were basically humans with animal traits, existed, and they faced a dire threat. The creatures of Grimm, the beasts he had slain in the forest, soulless, relentless monsters of countless shapes and sizes, who seemed to prey on Man, for no reason other than they could, but mankind had endured through sheer tenacity, something they called ”technology”, which allowed them to build all sorts of weapons and other things, far beyond anything Nirn had to offer, the strange crystalline substance known as Dust, which was used for everything from fighting to providing everyday comforts, and the power of Aura, a manifestation of the soul which granted various abilities to people, he briefly wondered if there was any similarity to his thu'ums. As if that wasn't bad enough, while the four kingdoms where experiencing a long period of peace, the threat of war was ever present. Which was why this academy he found himself in trained young boys and girls to become hunters and huntresses, champions whose duty was to fight the Grimm, and on occasion humans as well.
All in all, he thought the place still beat Apocrypha and the Soul Cairn, hands down.
As he was mulling over this information, he couldn't help but think that he was missing something...
Wait a minute...
A new realm...
With a broken moon...
...
Tristard sighed in exasperation. ”Oh, Gods dammit.”
”Is there something wrong?” Ozpin inquired, while Glynda raised an eyebrow. The archmage shook his head. ”Not at all, Professor, it's just that I only now realized that I had some forewarning about this situation...”
/
The Augur of Dunlain, he was called.
Once, he had been one of the most brilliant and promising students of the college, a gifted genius the likes of which occur only once in a generation, and a curious individual who craved knowledge in all its forms, pursuing the disciplines of magic with a drive that bordered on obsession, until an accident during an experiment had turned him into this large sphere of light before Tristard, forever trapped in the catacombs beneath his beloved college.
The man had earned knowledge, at the cost of nearly everything else perhaps, but he was willing to share it with those he found worthy, which these days meant pretty much just the Dragonborn, with whom the Augur often shared theories and discussed philosophies. And just as they had finished one of these conversations...
”Seeker of knowledge, hold.”
Tristard stared curiously at the being.
”Do you recall what I once told you about your path?”
”Aye, that it was a good one, one untraveled by many.”
”Aye... and soon, it will lead you to a great trial.”
The man's curiosity increased. The Augur shared yes, but only when asked. What could be so important that he had found it necessary to speak?
”How so?”
The being seemed to shine brighter.
”From beyond Oblivion, a realm calls,
And beneath a broken moon, darkness falls.
Fangs and flames, a deadly Game,
And devouring all, the Beast shall rage untamed.
If you wish to stop this Shadow,
Be the White Knight,
Alongside the maidens of Red, White, Black and Yellow.”
And with that cryptic advice, the Augur vanished, leaving a confused archmage behind wondering about its meaning.
/
”... Months passed since then, and with other more pressing matters, I forgot this prophecy, 'till now.” The man finished his tale, and noticed the listener's thoughtful expression. ”You know something about this.”
Ozpin nodded, both in confirmation and approval of the man's perceptiveness. ”Indeed, I believe I know at least who that last verse refers to.”
The headmaster pressed a button on his desk, and the large screen once again appeared in the office, much to the mage's surprise and curiosity, must be those ”cameras” Lady Goodwitch told him about.
The man watched the images... and it took all his self-control not to let his jaw break through the floor.
In the very same forest he had found himself in a few hours ago, four young women were going toe to toe with a raven-like Grimm larger than some dragons he'd killed. The one with golden blond hair kept the creature's mouth open while using her gauntlets to shoot balls of flame inside, the black-haired one wearing a strange ornament that resembled the ears of a khajiit leapt on its back and repeatedly slashed at it with her blade, the regal-looking white-haired one used her rapier to weave glyphs in the air, freezing the massive bird's tail and trapping the beast, and the younger girl, with black hair and red bangs, wearing a red hood and wielding a scythe bigger than herself finished the thing off by beheading it... after dragging the damn thing up the cliff.
Silence filled the office as the screen faded.
”Yang Xiao Long, Blake Belladonna, Weiss Schnee and Ruby Rose. These four have just two days ago passed their initiation, and become students here at Beacon Academy as team RWBY.” Ozpin explained.
”Well... They certainly seem to match the description... I can't help but wonder if my aid is even necessary...”
Ozpin offered Tristard a mug of the beverage he called coffee, which the mage politely refused, (certain events with a certain Daedric Prince had made him weary of any drink other than water and potions.) ”That, I do not know. The girls show promise yes, but they are still young, and quite inexperienced. Perhaps you're here to provide the experience? Or a new perspective? I truly cannot say.” He then took a sip of his own mug. ”But I do have a proposition for you.”
”Do tell.”
”If we're to believe this... prophecy of yours, then those four will be very important in what is to come, and it would be in everyone's best interests if you were around to provide support, so that being said...”
”You want me to join the academy in some capacity.” Tristard finished for him, to which Ozpin once more nodded approvingly.
”Yes, that would be my suggestion. Now I'm afraid that magic as you know it is not something the people of Remnant are capable of using. Our power comes from within.”
”So does mine in some ways, but I see your point. That would mean, since teaching is out, that I would be in a better position to intervene if I became a student.” A janitor was also an option, but he would not be the one to voice it.
”You are quick on the uptake. Yes, not only would it allow you to remain close, but it would also help you to know more about our world. I suppose you have no issues with this?”
”Why should I? Everyone has to start somewhere. Why, just 3 years ago, I entered the college of Winterhold with nothing but my clothes and a rusty sword, and now I am it's Archmage. You might want to be careful about that.” He finished jokingly.
Ozpin chuckled. ”I'll keep that in mind. Now then, since you'll be joining, I will need to prepare some doc_u_ments, and for that we will need to think of a story for your past, I believe your true origins should be kept a secret, at least for now.” Tristard nodded in agreement. ”And you will also need to perform the initiation exam...”
The mage and the teachers spent a little more time coming up with a background for him and discussing a few minor details, after which Glynda escorted him to a spare room so he could rest for the coming trial.
/
”Oh man, I wonder why they had all the students assemble here all of the sudden.” Fifteen-year-old Ruby Rose wondered aloud, as teams RWBY and JNPR stood alongside the other students in the large room.
Weiss Schnee replied annoyed. ”We'll learn why we're soon enough, Ruby, you'll just have to be patient.”
”I'm curious myself, actually.” Their teammate Blake Belladonna replied. ”We're supposed to have the week off to settle in, so it shouldn't be about classes.”
”I hope it's nothing bad.” June Arc, the leader of team JNPR, said apprehensively. Having entered Beacon with forged doc_u_ments, the young man had a certain amount of paranoia about being found out. Pyrrha Nikos, his fellow team member, considered one of the best huntresses in training, put a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. ”Relax, Jaune, I'm sure it's not.”
The chatter on the Amphitheatre died down as Ozpin stood in the platform.
”Good morning, students. If you look around you, you will see many others like you, aspiring hunters and huntresses, from many different backgrounds. I make it a point to allow in my academy people from all walks of life, and in a way, that's why I've called you here today.”
There were a few hushed whispers as the Headmaster paused.
”Yesterday evening, a traveller from outside the kingdoms accidentally wondered into the Emerald Forest, where he was caught on camera fighting the local Grimm, and he displayed such skills while doing so that after we rescued him, I offered the young man the position of a student, to which he agreed. In a few minutes, he will begin his initiation, which is what we are gathered here to watch.”
More hushed whispers.
”Now I am well aware that all of the teams are full, which is why he will have to retrieve a relic like you did, and the relic he picks will decide which team he will join as a fifth member.”
Whispers became full blown chatter once again.
”So, we have the chance of having a guy in the team, uh?” Yang Xiao Long wondered aloud, to which Weiss replied.
”I certainly hope not, it's bad enough having to deal with the dunce.”
Ruby sank to her knees, an aura of gloom around her.
”Hey, no need to pick on my sister, Ice Princess. Besides, what's so bad about it? I certainly wouldn't mind, and if he's good-looking, even better.” The blonde finished with a grin. Weiss just shook her head exasperated.
”It's about to begin.”
A massive screen appeared behind the Headmaster showing the cliff overlooking the Forest, currently occupied by professor Goodwitch and the potential student, whose appearance earned him some curious stares from the students.
”What's with the outfit?” Yang wondered, eyebrow raised. ”The guy looks like an rpg character or something.”
”And that mask. Who wears a mask like that these days?” Weiss added, with some suspicion in her tone, since the first answer that came to her mind wasn't exactly a pleasant one. Blake wondered the same thing for similar reasons, but quickly came to the conclusion that there was no connection.
”Oh, oh, oh!” Nora Valkyrie, a hyperactive member of team JNPR, who likely had ADD, said excitedly. ”Look at those tusks, maybe he's an elephant Faunus? Maybe he's using it to hide a trunk? Geez, I wonder if he likes peanuts. Do you think he likes peanuts? Because I...”
”Nora.” Lie Ren, the stoic final member of JNPR, and the poor bastard who had to run damage control whenever Nora got a bit too excited, interrupted her ramblings. ”I seriously doubt he has a trunk, Faunus or not.”
”Well, I guess we're about to see what he's capable off.” Ruby stated, as the chatter finally died down, and everyone began watching.
/
”So, what exactly is this trial about?” Tristard inquired, as he stood on the square platform on the ground like Lady Goodwitch asked him to.
”On the North side of the emerald forest there's a temple, which you'll have to reach. Inside, you will find a set of relics, one of which you will have to choose and bring back. The forest, as you're well aware at this point, is filled with Grimm, and they'll be trying to stop you every step of the way.”
”Enter forest, get to ruins, find relic, return, kill everything between the two points. Eh, feels like home.” Tristard couldn't help but chuckle at that. ”I suppose I should begin making my way down the cliff then?”
”That will not be necessary. You will be launched.”
The dragonborn barely had the time to blink in confusion before he heard a noise that dozens of close calls in ancient nord tombs, dwemer ruins, dungeons and bandit hideouts had taught him to dread.
The click of an activated mechanism.
”Ozpin, you son of a...” Whatever else he was going to say was lost to the wind as the Launchpad did its job, and the mage was sent cartwheeling through the air, the result of his failed attempt to leave the platform.
Glynda scowled as she watched him go.
She would have to scold him for that later.
/
Tristard was one of the few beings in Tamriel who could safely say he had had a bird's eye view of the world.
Riding in the back of dragons did come with a few perks.
It was one of the reasons that he wasn't quite as worried as most other beings in his place would be, in fact, he couldn't help but casually compare the perspective while mounted and the one he had now, there were subtle differences.
In all honesty, he was more pissed at Ozpin because the Headmaster hadn't deigned to warn him about the whole catapulting thing than about actually being launched. He was still going to have words with the man, though. Painful words.
Soon he reached the apex of his flight and gravity made itself known again, and as the ground began to get dangerously close, the other reason he wasn't all that bothered became evident.
He was also one of the few beings in Tamriel with the ability to survive the fall.
Three little words.
”FEIM ZII GRON!”
His form shimmered, becoming a transparent ethereal blue, and the mage descended through the canopy, his body fazing through the branches like a phantom, landing in a kneeling position and becoming corporeal once more as he stood and watched his surroundings, before heading North as instructed.
/
Yang chuckled when she saw the guy being launched. ”Damn, that was even funnier than yours, Vomit boy.”
Jaune wasn't quite sure how to answer to that, and Weiss frowned disapprovingly. ”Such rudeness. Why would Headmaster Ozpin allow someone this disrespectful to join his academy?”
”Perhaps they know each other?” Blake suggested, she wasn't quite sure, the way the guy talked, it seemed like he considered Ozpin an equal. No one had an answer for her.
The group went silent once more as they watched, curious as to what his landing strategy was, growing a bit concerned when didn't move while getting closer to the ground, and then surprised when he finally did something.
”What was that? Did he just turn in to a ghost?” A bewildered Ruby asked.
”I actually think that's pretty accurate.” Pyrrha replied as she watched him with an analytical eye. ”It seems like his semblance is intangibility, and he used that to deny any damage from the landing, but I don't know what or why he shouted like that.”
Ruby was even more confused. ”What-a-bility?”
”Intangibility, you dunce, it means he can pass through solid objects.” Weiss answered annoyed.
”Awesome...” The younger girl said with that awed childish enthusiasm that at this point everyone expected of her.
And she had seen nothing yet.
/
Tristard stopped in the middle of a clearing. The forest was quiet. Too quiet.
”Laas yah nir!”
Unlike most other Thu'ums, Aura Whisper wasn't a mighty shout, but rather just that, a discreet whisper, which revealed to him every being close by, not by their souls, as Remnant's inhabitants might think if they heard the name, nor by their life force, like the detect life spell, but by their potential to be a threat, which was why it didn't differentiate friend from foe, and was capable of detecting the constructs of the dwarves, the unliving, and as he just found out, the Grimm as well.
Aaaaannd they had him surrounded. Lovely.