Hello, and welcome to my Elder Scrolls and RWBY crossover! Just so you guys know, I don't own either RWBY or Elder Scrolls. But I am a fan of both! Thank the new Skyrim SE so I can finally play with mods. They make everything so much more fun! Especially new weapon and enemy mods! By the way, look out! There will be plenty of Mod inclusions plus some of my own BS! This is just to add some color/plot/awesomeness to Jaune and his story!

Nice try, Plasma Dragon 312. While I have bounced around a few Highschool DxD and RWBY crossover ideas, none of them really worked out in my head. The Harem-King bit was thrown in there to throw some of you guys off with a Highschool DxD reference. (In case any of you haven't noticed, I LOVE making references and nods to other stories and authors here on FF.)

Speaking of nods, this story is me paying homage towards all you Dragonborn Jaune writers out there! Today, I hope to join your ranks! Seriously, a few of you guys inspired me for this one.

Remember! I own neither Elder Scrolls or RWBY! Just a fan with a few of their games.

Before we begin, I would like to point out this universe contains Jaune being from Skyrim and became a badass warrior, mage, and rogue all in one kind of guy. (His use of Destruction magic is heavily inspired by Natsu and the Firebenders of Avatar.) His adventures have led him to save his homeworld several times. Now that he's done everything that he could possibly do in Skyrim, Jaune is in search of another adventure.

To the story!

It was a dark day in the land of Skyrim... Their hero, the Dragonborn, seventeen year old Jaune Arc was bored out of his mind. Many feared that this day would come. A day that he would become so bored, that he would turn his great power on the people he had saved. Anybody who had actually met Jaune would know that he'd never do something like that. Right now, Jaune was in the Arch-Mages quarters at the College of Winterhold, working on an experiment of some sort.

"Now tell me, Arch-Mage, what do you plan on doing again?" Tolfdir asked the young Breton-Nord hybrid. "Simple, I'm going to another world! Hopefully, they'll be able to cure my boredom. If not, I'll just invite Old Sheogorath for a nice game of cards. And tea." The old man paled at the thought of that. Last time Jaune invited the Mad God over, it caused an uproar throughout the Nine Holds. Tolfdir would never eat another chicken for as long as he lived, considering he was one for about nine minutes. "If I've done this right, I will head to a whole new world and will be able to transport myself and whoever I want to take with me there and back again," Jaune continued. "And if you're wrong?" The old mage and Jaune's former mentor asked. He didn't want to think about it, but they had to take into account what could go wrong.

"Oh, you know... The usual... A big mess. That's why I left all my friends back at their homes and I've got you behind that barrier. I want you to stay alive so you may record what happens!" Jaune said cheerfully. "Shouldn't you leave all the recordings to Recorder(mod) then?" Jaune threw his head back in laughter before replying. "She put herself into a Sweetroll induced coma, remember? So she's back with Colette to make sure she doesn't hurt herself when she wakes up." That's right, that girl did love her sweetrolls. "Hey, Tolfdir, if this works, I'll let you know when I'm back. And for the duration that I'm gone, your in charge. If I die horribly; Ilia's in charge. She should be in my old quarters doing her studies." The 17 year-old Arch-Mage stepped onto the center of a magic circle he had inscribed onto the stone floor, and began the spell. The last thing he heard before the purple and black colors of Conjuration consumed his field of vision was Tolfdir's farewell. "Magnus be with you..." He better be...

LATER PLUS ELSWHERE

Jaune opened his blue eyes to a green forest covered in the blanket of night. He looked up to the stars. "Let's check to see if these are my stars or not..." A sky filled with stars unfamiliar to him greeted his eyes. Success... Now to find a safe place to make a new magic circle for the trip back... As his eyes wandered the stars, one thing stood out to him. "The moon... It's shattered!" Jaune breathlessly gasped. Simply... Beautiful...I wonder how it got like that... I hope the locals can understand me, maybe they'll have some lore that could grant me some insight onto the subject.

A russel in the nearby bushes tore his attention from the celestial bodies of this world and back to where he was. Raising his hands, blue lightning covered them, charged and ready for action. A bear-like beast of black fur and white bone-like plating lunged at him. Thinking this lone human would be easy prey, it took a large and wide swipe at Jaune. It was reduced to ashes before the beasts claws even came close to the boy.

Sighing in disappointment, Jaune began a quiet treck through the woods untile he came upon a small clearing. Just barely large enough to suit the needs of what he was about to do. "Dur...Nehviir!" As the words left Jaune's mouth, a dusty, withered, and decaying but still incredibly powerful dragon came into existence. "Qahnaarin, to what do I owe the pleasure of your summons?" Jaune smiled. "Greetings, my friend, as you can see, I have travelled across the planes to a new world, the sky is not fractured like a realm in Oblivion, so I need you to take me into the skies." The ancient dragon raised his head to face the sky. To his surprise, his small yet great friend was correct. This is not Mundus. "Ah, you wish to fly as the Dov. I will oblige. I too, am curious about this new world that you have discovered, friend..."

Jaune's small smile split into a full grin, revealing his perfectly white and straight teeth. "I was hoping you would say that. Now, to the skies!" Jaune climbed onto the dragon's back, and to the skies they took. Soon, they were in the clouds as Jaune and Durneviir searched for signs of civilization. A large and beautiful city unlike any either of them had ever seen presented itself almost immediately. "Over there!" Jaune shouted over the wind. Durneviir nodded in response, "Where would you like to land, Qahnaarin?" Jaune pointed towards a clearing closer to the large city. "That clearing by the cliffs should be close enough! I don't want the locals freaking out over an unfamiliar dragon in the sky!" Jaune explained. And so, the dragon carried his friend as instructed.

MEANWHILE

Ozpin was admiring the night sky when he noticed something large flying towards Beacon, when it took a dive towards a clearing in the Emerald Forest. "That's no Nevermore..." He told himself, pulling up his scroll, he contacted his assisstant. "Glynda, there's a distubance in the Emerald Forest. Take a VTOL and some security with you. I want you to investigate it." If I didn't know any better, I'd say that was a dragon...

BACK WITH JAUNE

"Thank you, Durnehviir. I should be fine from here on out." Jaune bid his friend farewell and made his way towards the giant castle like structure. Only to find him surrounded by wolf-like creatures with similar bone plating that the bear-thing had. "What are you?" Jaune asked nobody in particular. Raising his hands, he rushed one of the creatures. It attempted a swipe at Jaune, unfortunately for the creature, Jaune saw this coming and lept over it. Conjuring a Bound Sword and taking a swing in midair, Jaune severed the offending limb. The mage nimbly landed behind his victim only to watch as the limb he had removed disintegrated into ash. "Hmm... Pity, I was hoping to take it for study... Oh well, at least I can study your behavioural patterns." Lighting his free hand with lightning, Jaune reached out and blasted a different beast. The bolt blasted the creature and jumped towards another. The effect carried over through the rest of the pack. None survived.

The remaining beast that was missing its limb howled into the night sky, but was cut short as Jaune decapitated the creature in a single blow. Before its canine head hit the ground, more of the monster's kind had arrived. "A call for aid? Sorry folks, you were just too slow for your friend here..." Jaune motioned towards to the disintegrating beast he had slain. The reinforcements growled in anger. If it wasn't for the fact they disintegrate into ashes, it would have been a bloodbath.

WITH GLYNDA

Prof. Goodwitch liked to think she had seen and done everything that came with her line of work. But nothing prepared her for this. Through a pair of binoculars, she watched a black-hooded figure with a ghostly sword effortlessy slaughtered dozens of Beowolves. She watched as the figure's sword disappeared into thin air. She thought the stranger was done for. Until, he, Goodwitch was positive this mystery visitor was a he, brought up his hands and lit them on fire! The next thing he did surprised her further when the flames spread across his body and he began to punch and kick the Grimm into ashes! What's more is that the man even pinned two Beowolves alive to seperate trees with spears of ice! This man could barely be considered human! Even a fully trained and experienced huntsman would have undoubtedly run out of Aura under these circumstances.

"Whoah! Are you guys seeing what I'm seeing?" The pilot called out to her passengers. "Yeah man! That's insane! How is he keeping that up?" One confirmed. Another spoke up, "Who cares? I wanna know whether or not that guy is on our side!" Another called out. Glynda silently agreed with the last one. If whoever this stranger was bore ill will towards Beacon, things were going to be very dangerous. The figure started towards the center of the pack, right at the Alpha Beowolves. He lept into the air and concentrated his flames into his fists. Upon landing, the man brought both hands to the ground. The flames burst all around him in an inferno of blazing hot death. That was the last of the grimm. That was also the moment when Glynda made a call that could potentially end in disaster. "Take us down to him."

WITH JAUNE

That was a cute little warm-up! That encounter only served to get Jaune's blood pumping. Regardless, Jaune loved it. The thrill of battle was intoxicating to him. It's a shame that there aren't as many challenges to him any more, now he has to hold himself back if he wants to have any fun at all... As he took a moment to survey his surroundings, he was blasted by heavy winds and a loud roar unlike any dragon or sabercat he had ever encountered. A light covered him, which forced Jaune to shield his eyes. What in Oblivion is that!? A great metal flying beast lowered itself to the ground before him. A machine! Dwemer? No, it lacks the colors and normal designs... This is something else... Jaune thought. As the winds died down, Jaune tried to make out what he was looking at. The lights made it difficult for him to do so. But he could make out a few silhouettes. Humans? Six, he figured. A four males and two females. A female pilot, four male soldiers, and one femal who appeared to be in charge now he could see clearly. Their manner of clothes were odd to him, but he supposed his own clothes would be just as odd to them.

The four men raised their strange weapons at Jaune while the woman in command pointed a... Riding crop? Perhaps she was a mage of some sort. That would explian her appearance. She spoke out to Jaune, her voice loud and clear. "Put your hands in the air... Where I can see them!" Thank the Nine! I was worried there would be a language barrier! Well, better do as she says, I don't want the locals thinking I'm hostile... Jaune did as he was told and began to speak. "Okay, okay, I think we may have started off on the wrong foot. Let's start with names. Mine's Jaune Arc, a simple traveler... And you are?"

"I am Professor Glynda Goodwitch, vice headmaster of Beacon academy... Who's property you are currently tresspassing..." Uh-oh... Barely been here for little over two hours and already broke a law? Geez... Jaune's losing his touch... Wait, did she say 'witch'? So she is a mage, and a teacher at an academy for mages no less... At least there's some common ground. Maybe he can work with that... "Oh? My apologies, I appear to have gotten lost... I may not look like it, but I'm a teacher myself." Goodwitch was clearly not buying it. "Hmm? Where do you teach... Mr. Arc... And what?" Jaune, unfortunately was unable to pick up on the woman's disbelief. "I doubt you've ever heard of it, but I teach at the College of Winterhold. In Skyrim. I teach advanced classes in whatever my students decide to focus in. I am a Jack of All Trades, yet a Master of All. Against the saying, I know, but I am a Master. Especially in my specialization. My class is a very select and advanced one. All students are hand-picked by me for it." College of Winterhold? Skyrim? All of these things were unfamiliar to Glynda. Perhaps those locations were in uncharted regions of Remnant. If so, Mr. Arc was very far away from home. But he still hasn't answered Goodwitch's question. What does he teach?

"Sounds like you are very far away from home. And you still have yet to tell me what you teach..." Goodwitch said. "As much as I'd love to spending the night out here having this lovely chat with you, Lady Goodwitch, I would prefer it if we were in a more secure location. Perhaps within your metal beast? I feel more of those things I just slaughtered had friends on the way."

"The 'metal beast' as you call it, is referred to as a VTOL and those 'things' are the Creatures of the Grimm. You do know what a Grimm is. Right, Mr. Arc?" Jaune cocked his head to the side. His arms lowered. "Nope. Perhaps you could fill me in on the way to your Headmaster. I would like to speak with him, or her." Did he just demand an audience with Ozpin? He either was very brave for speaking like this to her, or very stupid. Possibly both. Before she could answer, a voice came through over the VTOL's comm system. "That would be perfectly fine, Mr. Arc, I'm curious to meet you." Glynda and Jaune looked at the vehicle in surprise. For Glynda, it was that Ozpin was listening in on this. If he was going to listen in on this, why didn't he come himself?

Jaune was wondering how he heard that voice. He didn't see anybody else in that 'VTOL' as Lady Goodwitch called it. "Is there someone else on that thing? How come I can hear his voice but not see him? Is it some form of invisiblity I have yet to encounter?" A chuckle could be heard from the other end of the line. "No, Mr. Arc, this is a communication system. Please, I feel that we have much to discuss..." And like that, it was settled... Jaune was going to meet Ozpin.