Alright first I want to apologise for taking so long, but first it was exams and now I've been working for most days so I haven't had time to really write. Also don't expect all chapters to be this long, I usually aim for around 4000 words per chapter but this chapter was just so much to cover. It isn't a very action packed chapter but more of a world building one, anyway hope you guys enjoy.

Question time:

Dreaming of Glory: Sorry I thought most people would know of WoW and Warcraft so I didn't go into it much. Here is a brief explanation of the WoW stuff. In WoW Mana or Holy Power is usually used to cast spells but Death Knights instead use Runic Power to fuel their spells. This power is from the unnatural magical energies that grow within them when they are raised as Death Knights.

The Runes on a Death Knight's blade are used as a catalyst for the more advanced spells, e.g. it costs one Rune's power to cast an advanced spell. While basic ones like Death Coil and Death's Grip cost no Runes to activate.

As for the effect of Rune's and Runeblades, it is heavily implied in the games that Runeblades, especially the older and powerful ones, have their own sentience. Generally, this sentience isn't very advanced but usually it 'helps' their wielders by erasing any unwanted emotions, i.e. stress, fear, even anger to some extent, essentially it's what allows them to keep a level head under extreme circumstances. Next if anyone other than their chosen wielders touch them, it can corrupt their minds, but at the same time they have an alluring aura around them trying to attract others. Basically think of them as having a similar effect to the One ring from Lord of the Rings.

Hope that helped.

Noob6: I'll try to make it epic for you mate, as for Ruby…no comment…

halo is bad ass: You just gave me a good idea for if I ever want to make the Forsaken a thing.

Crazywaffle: I will try to make Tyrion in character when I get around to writing him, unfortunately I find his characters to be the hardest for me to write, since generally I'll try to understand a bit about a character before writing them. But I just really struggle getting into those kind of character's mindsets…probably a good thing if I'm honest.

Amvmaster: Nah mate, the Incompetent King will stay as an omake.

DanteNaru: The Dragon Flights are not gone, they are just slumbering. And yes they will be in this story.

Jack Redhawke: Thanks for the heads up.

arthas 12: To be a Lich you need lots of skill in Necromancy, which means most of the new recruits don't have time to learn the necessary skill. Which means Death Knights make it the next best thing, especially since most of the Death Knights were made by killing mortal champions, erasing their memories and raising the corpses with their souls are still bound to the body.

Pokewarrior: Nice, it will be a battle for the title of the 'Ice Queen.'

The Megaevolved Pony: The Worgren would be easy to add in, but I don't think I'll add the orcs. At least not until later in the story. As for your OC, I might use him. Do you have any preferences about where he's from originally? The White Fang? Raven's Bandits? Beacon? Torchwick gang? Or somewhere else entirely?

It had been a week since Adam had brought his most skilled and loyal troops into Northrend to train and they were finally starting to show progress. Say what you would about Kel'Thuzad but the Lich was a damn good teacher. Already half the people he had brought over had been showing signs of limited Necromancy skills. Raising freshly killed Grimm or skeletons designed to teach novice mages, so far they struggled to maintain control over more than three Undead each but the mere fact that they could raise the dead in the first place was a much-needed surprise.

Even those who had no skill in magic were being taught how to carve runes into their weapons and armour, already the Prototype Paladins from Cinder were beginning to be engraved with runes by their various pilots. Something neither Adam nor Kel'Thuzad had predicted and yet the results were astounding, the dust powering the mechs actually combining with the magical runes as well as the pilot's aura to power the magical runes without any skill in actual magic by the wielder. This was both good news and bad.

It meant that even those without any talent in magic could be used by the Scourge as pilots, but at the same time if the machines were stolen…well the enemy had just gotten their hands on rune magic enhanced mechs…not a very desirable outcome. Both he and Kel'Thuzad had agreed that a failsafe would need to be implemented into these newly made mechs, preferably linked to the aura of the assigned pilot or a similar sentience as found in the Runeblades. But first, they would need to be field tested to see if they were worth the investment to improve. The initial results against unmodified spare mechs had been promising but they had yet to undergo a proper combat test.

It could be worse though, the living members of the White Fang had seemed to finally be adjusting to the numerous Undead they were now working with. It was a very rocky start and if it wasn't for Adam vouching for the Scourge then the White Fang would have attacked immediately. It wasn't until they were shown the power the Scourge were offering them that they began to put aside their inhibitions. It didn't hurt that they were all introduced to Northrend's history, and that Lordaeron did in fact exist here. For Faunus, the stories of the Utopia Lordaeron were well known, a Kingdom where they were never treated poorly, where everyone was equal. Truly all Faunus wished that such a place could be real, but it was accepted to be a story and nothing more.

Upon learning that such a place did exist once upon a time they were shocked, and as they were looking out over the now frozen wasteland, they felt seeds of hatred for the Kingdoms beginning to take root in their minds for the Kingdom's role in the destruction of their utopia. Seeds that Adam and Kel'Thuzad were all too happy to cultivate and grow. It was still a work in progress but it seemed that the White Fang were finally beginning to adapt and even thrive in this new environment.

With that thought in mind Adam then turned as he heard the sound of low chanting and felt the now familiar feeling of necrotic energy massing nearby, his eyes falling upon Kel'Thuzad whom was currently teaching the magically gifted members of the White Fang forces he had brought with him the basics of Necromancy. The Lich himself was beside himself in satisfaction, and if anything seemed to be enjoying teaching his skills to the novices. 'Perhaps he was a teacher before this?' mused Adam as the Death Knight watched the practicing mages before turning back to the one of the numerous stored airships being taken apart.

"Incredible isn't it? To think that the Kingdoms have advance so much without the use of magic, I must say I'm impressed with their ingenuity," muttered a familiar voice as he turned to see the Lich slowly approaching him, having dismissed his class to go practice on the skeletons and corpses scattered around the newly forming compound.

"Indeed, ingenuity is what has kept them from extinction after all these years. How is the reverse engineering of the Dust technology progressing?" asked Adam, as the pair turned back to the airship being dissembled in front of them.

"Surprisingly well, the White Fang forces you brought over have enough experience with Dust and some are even engineers. They have been proving themselves to be invaluable to our cause, already we have plans to begin construction of our own floating fortress, mixing magic with technology to create superior air power," replied the Lich in an excited tone.

"Speaking of which, what about food? They are not Undead like us, they will require sustenance in order to operate and our rations can only last so long," pointed out the Death Knight, getting a hum of agreement from the Lich.

"We have started defrosting the area around the ruins of Stratholme, the soil there is still as fertile as it was during Lordaeron's time, perhaps even more so after the amount of dead fertilized it," replied the Lich.

"As for meat, I have sent out Undead Grimm to hunt down and capture animals. I will leave the caring and domestication of the livestock in the living's capable hands," continued Kel'Thuzad, getting a nod from Adam.

"I didn't know that our King had the power to control the land to that extent," commented Adam, getting raspy chuckles from the Lich.

"The power of our King in his own Domain is limitless, this land belonged to him and his family long before the Scourge ever existed. And so it serves his will, truly only the Maiden's themselves are capable of overriding his influence over the land and even then only for a short while," explained the amused Kel'Thuzad.

A frown seemed to briefly cross Adam's face at this news, "if the Maidens are such threats then why don't we eliminate them? Why bother capturing them alive at all?"

"Because killing them would serve no purpose, the power would just move on to another. But if they were captured…well stasis is a viable option. However, I believe the real reason is that our King has another experiment he wants to try on a live Maiden," informed Kel'Thuzad.

"I see, how are the mage's training progressing?" he asked, looking out over the frozen hive that had started coming alive in the past few days.

"Good, one of those Faunus is actually extremely gifted in the magical arts. If she continues to improve she might make a good Lich eventually," praised Kel'Thuzad, causing Adam to shrug.

"Deathweaver was always a weird one, I guess this just demonstrates why," replied Adam as he looked back at the rune engraved Paladins.

"Any word from Sienna Khan?" asked the Lich, getting a shake of the head from Adam.

"None, I've had sister Ilia been watching over him and for now he seems to be just buying his time, waiting to see what the Scourge are planning with the White Fang and what we can offer them. Still he seems happy that we got Cinder and her crew to back off slightly," answered the Death Knight in an agitated tone.

"You are restless, why?" noted his companion as Adam returned his attention to the army arrayed below them.

"We have no idea how our forces will deal with the Kingdom's defenses, and I'm not just talking about the White Fang additions. Our Undead have not been tested in a real combat scenario," frowned the Death Knight.

"And what did you have in mind?" questioned the Lich clearly intrigued.

"There are numerous villages that are scattered across Remnant, outside of the Council's authority, they won't care if a couple of those independent villages were destroyed," replied Adam with a cold expression on his face.

"We were ordered not to enter the Kingdom's territories, we don't want to reveal our presence to the Council's yet," reminded the Lich, getting a nod from Adam.

"Which is why the majority of the forces should be comprised of Undead Grimm, it will confuse the Hunters that check on the village, or there is option two," replied Adam with a predatory grin appearing on his face.

"Option two?" repeated Kel'Thuzad with a hint of curiosity as he turned to the Death Knight.

"There is a major group of nomad bandits that have plagued the Kingdoms for years, no one will care or investigate their disappearance. We get actual combat experience against a well-trained foe as well as new recruits once the fight is over," concluded the Death Knight.

"Either option points at Salem being responsible for the villages' destruction. I will have to check with our King, but I think he will agree. Rally your troops Death Knight and meet me at the Atlesian flagship," ordered the Lich.

"You are coming as well? Why?" asked the Death Knight in confusion, knowing how dangerous it was for both Kel'Thuzad and Anub'arak to be absent for Northrend.

"This will be your first time commanding the Scourge, I want to evaluate your ability myself," lied the Lich, causing Adam to frown and nod.

"Very well, I shall make the preparations. But I don't know how we will track the bandits down," he replied.

"You leave that to me," answered Kel'Thuzad as he left the Death Knight to begin his ritual.

To say that the initiation wasn't what he expected was an understatement, to call the Headmaster of Beacon eccentric was also an understatement. Jaune was honestly wondering if the Headmaster had gone senile in his old age as he stared over the high cliff and into the forest below.

"For years, you have trained to become warriors, and today, your abilities will be evaluated in the Emerald Forest," began Ozpin, snapping the Lich King out of his thoughts.

"Now, I'm sure many of you have heard rumors about the assignment of "teams." Well, allow us to put an end to your confusion. Each of you will be given teammates... today," informed the Headmaster, making Jaune frown as he swore he heard the sound of glass breaking from nearby.

"These teammates will be with you for the rest of your time here at Beacon. So it is in your best interest to be paired with someone with whom you can work well," concluded Ozpin, this time the Lich King hearing the sound of Ruby crying out.

'That's true, a good team needs proper cohesion to be effective in combat,' thought Jaune, remembering back to leading his own troops against the horde of Grimm back in Lordaeron.

"That being said, the first person you make eye contact with after landing will be your partner for the next four years," finished the Headmaster, ignoring Ruby's outburst.

"WHAAAT!" cried the reaper.

'And just like that he's lost most of my respect. How does randomly assigning teammates lead to good team cohesion?' frowned Jaune, his eyes meeting Blake's before glancing over at the depressed reaper and receiving a subtle nod from the Death Knight.

"After you've partnered up, make your way to the northern end of the forest. You will meet opposition along the way. Do not hesitate to destroy everything in your path... or you will die," continued Ozpin in a grim tone.

'I sincerely doubt that, or Beacon students would have a lot more casualties,' thought the Lich King as he grasped the hilt of the copy of his family's relic with hidden distaste, feeling Frostmourne whispering at the back of his mind to abandon the inferior blade.

"You will be monitored and graded through the duration of your initiation, but our instructors will not intervene. You will find an abandoned temple at the end of the path containing several relics. Each pair must choose one and return to the top of the cliff. You will guard that item, as well as your standing, and grade you appropriately. Are there any questions?" asked the Headmaster, getting no response from his audience.

'Damn Blake won't be able to quietly take out Ruby if we're being monitored. A shame this was the best opportunity. Still at least it will give us a chance to evaluate the competition. So how were we actually getting down?' wondered Jaune as he peered over the cliff ledge, only to see the student at the far end get thrown towards the forest by the platform he was standing on. 'I see; this should be interesting…'

The Lich King then braced himself as he felt the metal platform beneath him shudder before being launched into the air, feeling the wind rushing though his hair. The Lich King quickly withdrew Frostmourne, which glowed an icy blue before a slope of ice formed under his feet. Jaune just rode this ice slope down to the bottom of forest before sheathing his sword and spinning around as he heard the sound of braches breaking nearby. The Lich King just reached for the replica sword he now owned as he waited for whatever was hidden within the trees revealed itself.

"Hey Jaune. Looks like we're partners huh?" greeted a familiar female voice.

The Lich King smiled as saw the red headed female in Mistral armour emerging and walk over to him, eyeing the ice slope with wide impressed eyes and instantly causing Jaune to take note of her experienced stride. 'She is no stranger to combat, even by the standards set by Beacon…fascinating. This will require more research,' he decided, his hand resting comfortably on the hilt of his replica.

"Looks like it Pyr. Looking forward to working with you, partner," he replied warmly.

"I feel the same Jaune," replied the Spartan, a soft blush crossing her face as the two began walking through the forest, only for the two of them to freeze suddenly.

"Hold up," ordered Jaune in an experienced tone as he held up a closed fist.

"So you sensed them too," asked Pyrrha, an impressed tone in her voice.

"Of course, I have experience with hunting Grimm," replied Jaune, his hand instinctively going for Frostmourne, only to stop as Jaune remembered the camera's and Pyrrha watching.

'Let's see how these fakes compare to the real thing,' he thought in frustration before taking out the sword and shield combo as a pack of Beowolves emerged from the trees.

"Well shall we?" asked Pyrrha, doing the same with her shield and spear.

"After you, milady," answered Jaune, dodging a Beowolf with a bow, his armour clinking as the protective plates rubbed together.

"Well aren't you the gentlemen," she laughed before her spear transformed into a rifle and she shot the Grimm in the head.

Jaune took note of yet another example of a Hunter's creativity when it came to weapon's design before rounding on a Beowolf and cutting its head off. 'The sword definitely is not ceremonial. Its balance is perfect and the blade is sharp,' he admitted grudgingly as he watched the replica cut through the Grimm's body with ease.

The pair then quickly dispatched the rest of the pack of Beowolves before the Spartan turned to her new partner with a happy smile. "That went well," she cheered, even as she kept her eyes peeled for more Grimm.

"Indeed, but they were only small fry. Come on, I saw some structures in this direction while I was falling," agreed Jaune as he began walking to the direction of the ruins, Pyrrha following after him after a short pause.

"Jaune…can I ask you a question?" she asked, after they had been walking for ten or so minutes and been getting to know each other.

"Sure Pyr. What is it?" replied Jaune, his hand ever so slowly drifting to Frostmourne.

The Spartan was silent for a second as she gave Frostmourne a curious look, "Why do you have two swords? From your style of fighting it's clear that you can wield that two hander on your back much better than the shield and sword combo you currently have, plus it appears to work well with your ice Semblance."

Instantly Jaune's hand stopped as he gave a sad smile as memories of his sister briefly returned before being drowned by Frostmourne's whispers, "It's for personal reasons. As for my training, I was never trained to use a shield properly."

"Oh I'm sorry for bringing up the past," replied Pyrrha, realising that she might have overstepped her bounds.

"It's fine," he answered curtly and the pair continued on in silence before eventually coming to a stop in front of a cave with old marking and inscriptions that Jaune recognized as being Nerubian.

"Think this is it?" asked the Spartan, gazing into the cave with a frown on her face.

"I doubt it. Look at the inscriptions, they are much older than maybe even Beacon itself. Plus, the inscription isn't exactly promising," replied Jaune, getting a surprised look from Pyrrha.

"You can read it?" she asked in an awed tone, making Jaune curse slightly before shrugging.

"Ancient languages are sort of a hobby of mine," he lied, as he walked up to the cave entrance to examine the inscriptions.

'This must have been an entrance to their old cave system, they did used to span all of Remnant. I'll have some servants explore it at a later date,' he decided, running his hand along the inscription surface.

"I see, so what does it say?" questioned Pyrrha, causing Jaune to frown as he knelt down and read the inscriptions

"Danger within, stay out," he read, making the Spartan blink before an equally troubled frown grew on her face.

"I see, perhaps we should leave our own sign in case any other students find it," she suggested, stowing her weapons as she crossed her arms.

"Good idea," agreed Jaune, standing up from the ground.

'Besides, I don't want any students stumbling onto something here until I've had time to explore the cave system thoroughly,' he added silently as the pair chopped down a large tree branch and began carving a warning into the wood.

"Come on, lets head off before whatever's in there wakes up," ordered Jaune as the pair made their way to the ruined structures growing in the distance.

Today was not a good day to be Ruby Rose, first she had been told that teams would be formed ON THE FIRST DAY! Then she found out that she would be spending the next four years with whomever she made eye contact with. Lastly she was thrown into the middle of Emerald forest far away from her sister and Jaune. 'Wait why did I think of Jaune?' she wondered before images of his beautiful two handed sword reappeared. It was a beautiful blade…NO enough, time to focus. 'Gotta find Yang, Gotta find Yang!' she thought, about to activate her Semblance when a familiar voice stopped her.

"Hello Ruby," greeted an oddly reverberating female voice.

The reaper spun around to see a familiar black masked Cat Faunus drop down from the trees above her and jumped back in shock, her hand instinctively reaching for Crescent Rose before she realised who it was and relaxed.

"Blake! Awesome! What are the odds of us being partners!?" cheered the reaper with a happy expression.

"Indeed, it must be fate," replied Blake, her hand resting on Gambol Shroud.

"So…any idea where we're supposed to be going?" asked Ruby, skipping over to Blake, happy to be partner with someone who seems nice.

The Cat Faunus shook her head as she began examining their surroundings, looking for any cameras nearby watching them. "Well don't worry I have an idea," said the oblivious reaper.

"After you then Ruby," nodded Blake as she stepped to the side and gestured with one hand for Ruby to lead.

'I can't see any cameras…I could take her out now. Then use the Death Gate to take her back to Northrend,' plotted the Death Knight, her grip on Gambol Shroud tightening ever so slightly. Even so the Faunus hesitated slightly, memories of Ruby and her sister's welcoming faces smiling at her crossing her mind, before the images faded away as Gambol Shroud's runes glowed ever so softly. Shaking her head Blake walked up behind Ruby before quietly unsheathing her weapon, preparing to take down the reaper's aura with a single powerful attack.

"Ruby? Blake? Hey over here!" shouted another female voice from nearby, causing Blake to quickly sheath her weapon as the pair turned to face the blonde approaching them.

"Yang!" cried Ruby, happily as she rushed over to her sister, Blake hiding her mild frustration and…something else…relief?

Shaking the thoughts from her head the Death Knight walked over to the blonde and nodded to her, "Yang Xiao Long."

"So Yang…you've got a partner yet?" asked Ruby with curiosity evident on her face.

"Unfortunately," replied Yang as an expression of distaste appeared on her face.

"What do you mean 'unfortunately?' How bad can they be?" question the reaper with a confused frown on her face.

"You have no idea…" sighed the brawler as they saw a familiar white clad girl come into view.

"Where did that brute go?" hissed Weiss, only to freeze as she caught sight of Blake and immediately drew her rapier. "You."

"Me," replied Blake, unsheathing Gambol Shroud.

"Now, now, let's put those weapons down. We're not enemies here, if anything we should be working together," reasoned Ruby as she stood between the two fighters and raised her hands.

"I refuse to work with one of them," growled out the heiress, her weapon still pointed firmly at Blake.

"Weiss, we need to out our pasts behind us. The Grimm are dangerous enough without you two trying to kill each other," said the reaper turning to face the heiress with a frown on her face.

"Very well Ruby," replied Blake, lowering her weapon.

"Weiss lower the weapon," ordered Yang turning to glare at her new partner.

Upon receiving the judging looks from both Ruby and Yang, Weiss growled loudly as she lowered her rapier and stormed off, "Fine! But I've got my eye on you criminal!"

The team of four just continued through the forest in silence, the two sisters trying to ignore the glares Weiss was shooting at Blake. The silence was so deafening that not even the usually bold and blusterous blonde wanted to risk breaking it and eventually they came across ruins with chess pieces now standing on the pedestals.

"Chess pieces? That's the relics?" blinked Yang in confusion.

"How…eccentric," commented Weiss with a frown.

"Wonder what they are for?" questioned Ruby.

"Probably used to decide teams," guessed Blake, looking at the matching chess pieces on opposite ends of the pedestals.

"I guess we'll take the cute little pony," cheered Ruby as she rushed over the Knight piece.

"Then we'll take the Rook," replied Weiss, not wanting to be on the same team with Blake.

"The what?" questioned Ruby.

"THE CASTLE YOU IGNORANT DEUNCE!" shouted the exasperated heiress.

"Oh…castles are cool too," mumbled Ruby in a soft voice as Weiss stormed over to the chess piece.

"Too late Ice Queen, I have the pony right here," informed Yang with a smirk, causing Weiss' eyes to widen as she spun to face her partner.

"YOU WHAT!" she screamed in rage and disbelief.

"Why would I give up the chance to be on a team with my adorable baby sister?" smirked Yang as she held up the Knight piece before embracing her sister in a tight hug.

"YANG! I'm not a kid anymore, I drink milk," exclaimed Ruby, puffing her chest out with pride.

"Well look who showed up," said a male voice as they all turned to see a familiar blonde Knight emerge from the forest.

"Jaune!" yelled Ruby, waving her hand as her eyes subconsciously being drawn to the sword on his back.

"Jaune, it's good to see you…I don't suppose you still have room for a partner," greeted Weiss with a hopeful expression on her face.

"I'm afraid you're a tad late Weiss," answered Pyrrha, appearing besides Jaune with a satisfied smile on her face.

"Pyrrha? I see, congratulations to you two. You will make quite the duo," sighed the heiress, her last chance at escape going up in smoke.

"Just because you aren't our partner doesn't mean you won't be on this team," encouraged Pyrrha, getting a nod of agreement from Jaune.

"Unfortunately, thanks to my damnable partner I'm afraid it is," sighed the heiress, looking longingly at the Rook.

Jaune followed her gaze and nodded as he walked over to the piece, "A Rook huh? Good choice."

"Awe I wanted to be Queen of the castle…" cried a sad voice.

Everyone turned to see a girl clad in pink standing on top of a collapsed Ursa staring at the dead Grimm with a sad expression on her face, "awe it's broken."

"Umm…if you don't mind me asking, what were you doing with that Ursa?" asked Yang, getting a grin from the pink girl.

"Riding it of course silly," she explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Right…" trailed off the blonde brawler.

"Nora, don't ever do that again," begged a green clad boy as he emerged from the woods, only to see Nora had disappeared and was now in front of the last Rook piece.

"There's another CASTLE. IT'S MINE!" she shouted, cradling the chess piece before bursting into song.

"NORA!" exclaimed the tired boy.

"Coming Ren," replied the girl as she gave a clumsy salute and walked over to him, leaving their silent observers still in their clueless state.

"Well they are certainly an odd pairing aren't they?" muttered Weiss with raised eyebrows.

"To each their own, I guess," replied Pyrrha with a shrug.

"You know I thought this initiation would be a lot more difficult. All we encountered were a couple of Grimm," frowned Yang as the group made their way out of the ruins.

"Let's hope that it stays that way, no sense going to look for trouble when we just need to return to the cliff," replied Jaune, getting nods from everyone else present.

"The last of the teams have been formed Headmaster…far too quickly for my liking. We haven't got much data to analyse their leadership and combat abilities," frowned Glynda as she watched the new team RWBY and JNPR head back to the cliffs.

"Indeed, I expected more Grimm to show up. There was a Giant Nevermore and Death Stalker living nearby the relic site. They should have emerged to fight the trainees. Instead we got Beowolves and the occasional Ursa," agreed Ozpin with a frown.

"Speaking of which, over the past few days Grimm activity has dropped immensely and more advanced Grimm have been seen leaving their territories for places unknown," replied the combat instructor.

"Salem is marshalling her forces," concluded Ozpin with a frown.

"For what?" mused Glynda with a frown on her face.

"I don't know Glynda, but I believe it has something to do with Mr. Arc, it cannot be a coincidence that a descendant from that family shows up and suddenly Salem begins panicking. Lordaeron was the only place she considered an actual threat after all," informed the Headmaster, his eyes narrowing on the Runeblade on Jaune's back.

There was something about that sword that was off, it was powerful, but it was also unlike anything he had felt before. "It's hard to believe that Lordaeron isn't a myth after all, how could people just forget about a Kingdom like that?" sighed Glynda.

"Our world is called Remnant for a reason Glynda, much of its history has been lost to time, stories of different coloured dragons fighting for supremacy, demons of green fire, titans of great power shaping worlds, long-lived forest dwelling elves preying on any unfortunate enough to enter their forbidden woods, powerful wizards, green skinned berserkers, men cursed into Beowolves, cities made from magic, the list goes…the Grimm are only the latest chapter to be added to humanity's struggles for survival," replied Ozpin in a distant tone as he stared out over Emerald Forest.

"And what if Mr. Arc has nothing to do with it?" asked the professor.

"The we assume Salem knows something we don't and take appropriate measures…after all anything that can spook the Queen is not something to take lightly. Send a message to Qrow, tell him to keep an eye out for anything unusual," he ordered before shutting off his scroll and heading back towards the school

"Yes Headmaster," nodded Glynda as she followed after him.

It was team JNPR's first day of classes after the initiative and together with team RWBY they were heading over to their first class. Thankfully neither team had asked Jaune or Blake how they were able to get up so early, or why they constantly felt so cold…

His two new teammates whom he had learned were called Nora and Ren seemed to be polar opposites of each other. Ren was the more dangerous of the two, he was quiet, intelligent, and always observing everything around him. He could have proved to be a problem for Jaune if it wasn't for his partner Nora constantly distracting him.

'Those two are clearly close, if Ren ever becomes a problem I'll just kill Nora then raise her. I doubt he could bring himself to harm his 'not-together-together' childhood friend,' plotted Jaune as he moved his gaze off the green boy and onto Nora. If there was one word he would use to describe Nora it would be…hyperactive. She was constantly zipping around the room and yet never too far from Ren, and made up stories that even caused Jaune to blink in amazement at. Putting the thoughts to the side the Lich King was about to enter the classroom after his team when Weiss stopped him at the entrance.

"Excuse me Jaune, may I have a word with you?" asked Weiss, just as the teams were about to enter the classroom.

The rest of the teams looked at him before continuing into the classroom as he gave them a nod, leaving the Lich King alone with the heiress. "Sure Weiss, what can I do for you?" he greeted, keeping a warm welcoming smile on his face.

Weiss was silent for a moment before she sighed and turned to look at him in the eyes, "Yang said that you were friends with Blake...is that true?"

'That damned blonde!' growled out Jaune, knowing full well where this conversation was going.

"I wouldn't exactly call us close friends. We both grew up in the same village, then she left for a couple of years. Once she came back we both found out we were travelling to Beacon and so partnered together," he lied, trying to clear himself of any suspicion in the heiress' mind.

It seemed that she bought his response as the heiress nodded and continued, "Jaune how well do you know Blake?"

"I suppose better than most would," he replied after a short pause.

"Tell me, did you know where she got that mask?" pressed Weiss, eagerly leaning forwards.

"No. She had it when she returned. Why is that important? It's just a mask," asked Jaune with a shake of his head.

"No it's not. That mask is an exact match to a known White Fang leader, Adam Taurus, he has caused my family no end of grief ever since he rose to power," she explained, making a very real frown appear on Jaune's face.

"Weiss…what you're suggesting…" he warned, causing the heiress to flinch at his tone but remain firm.

"I know, but his followers are known to copy him, wearing masks to hide their faces as a symbol. Jaune, Blake is a member of the White Fang," she concluded, making the Lich King take a deep breath before replying.

"Or a former member. Maybe she abandoned them to start anew as a Huntress," he argued, remembering what Blake had planned to do after the Northrend expedition.

"Or maybe she's just here as a spy!" shot back the heiress.

'She's not wrong,' he thought, slightly impressed even as Weiss' face gained an ashamed expression as she turned away.

"Sorry, I…I shouldn't have acted like that, it was unbecoming of a Schnee," she replied in an ashamed voice, only to stop as she felt an ice cold hand on her shoulder and turned to see Jaune smiling at her with a comforting smile.

"You're still human Weiss, regardless of your upbringing. I'm not going to blame you for feeling emotions," reassured Jaune, causing the heiress to blink in surprise as she suddenly felt extremely hot throughout her body.

"Thank you. I appreciate that," she mumbled, her face gaining a light red tinge.

Jaune saw this but didn't mention it as he continued, "As for Blake's past…if you feel that strongly about it then it only makes it more important to get closer to the rest of your team."

"What do you mean?" asked Weiss in confusion.

"Weiss, I'm going to trust you. If you think Blake was a member of the White Fang, I'll buy it for now. But we need proof. So until then we'll stick close and keep careful watch of her. Besides if she truly has fooled Ruby and Yang then it's your job to protect them from her," replied the Lich King, the heiress' eyes widening before she nodded with a determined expression on her face.

"You're right, I really appreciate this Jaune, I'll make it up to you. I promise," swore Weiss and for the first time since arriving at Beacon, there was a happy smile on her face.

"Don't mention it Snow Angel, just promise me that if you do find out something you'll tell me first before anyone else. We'll both confront her about it before getting the others involved," dismissed Jaune with a smile and a wave of his hand.

"O-of course," stuttered out the blushing heiress before walking into the classroom, not seeing the satisfied smirk that briefly appeared on Jaune's face as he followed her back in.

As Jaune took his seat he noticed that he was one of the few who was actively looking forward to history class, this way he could learn about all the events that had passed during his slumber without compromising himself. Unfortunately, his enthusiasm to learn died fairly quickly as he struggled to keep up with the rapid talk of his teacher Dr. Oobleck. Although he will admit it did feel slightly nostalgic, reminding him off back when he was a student under the family's top scholar Kel'Thuzad.

"While some of you don't seem to appreciate this class, let me assure you. The lessons History can teach us can save us from making the same mistakes that others have made. In short, if you don't learn from History you are doomed to repeat it," warned the teacher in a soft tone, only to be interrupted by a soft laugh coming from Jaune.

"Mr. Arc, is there a problem?" questioned Oobleck as he rushed around the room to appear in front of the Lich King.

Jaune just shrugged as he met the Doctor's gaze, "forgive me Doctor, but I just found what you said about history to be amusing."

"And why is that?" frowned the teacher as he took a sip from his mug of coffee.

"Because history as you know it is wrong, imperfect…flawed. Why should we bother to learn about something that is wrong?" replied the blonde teen, no one saying a word as they stared between the teacher and his student.

"Tell me Mr. Arc, what makes you say that?" shot back the professor with a raised eyebrow.

In response Jaune shrugged again, "I just enjoy watching history warp as words pass from the lips of one to the ears of another. Imperfectly formed, half understood…and poorly remembered."

The Lich King then continued as a soft smirk grew on his face, "I mean just look at the Kingdom of Lordaeron. In the years since its fall the story of Lordaeron has been twisted and bent, hammered like soft metal. By some accounts, a Kingdom that sacrificed itself so that the others could be saved, but by others…"

It seemed that Jaune's voiced had gained a cold tone as he continued, "a victim of treachery, betrayed by its closest allies and left for dead. History is written by the victors Doctor, and dishonor can be covered up by success."

"But despite this, some people will always remember the truth won't they Mr. Arc?" argued the teacher, seeming to examine Jaune with his eyes, as if the boy was a new species.

In response to this the Lich King gained another smirk and leaned back in his chair as he replied, "your truth, at least Doctor Oobleck."

Upon hearing this the Doctor's eyes widened and he let go of the mug for the first time as the teacher's frown deepened. "Not many humans know of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, I'm impressed Mr. Arc you must be quite the scholar," he congratulated, before walking over to the class blackboard.

"Since Mr. Arc brought it up, I believe this is a good place to start our lesson. Now how many of you know of the Kingdom of Lordaeron?" asked the teacher, only to see Jaune, Blake and the majority of the Faunus students present raise their hands.

Seeing this the teacher nodded, "I expected as much, would one of our Faunus brethren please give the class a brief overview of the now destroyed Kingdom."

"The Kingdom of Lordaeron is something of a legend among the Faunus, it was supposedly a Kingdom that existed many years ago," explained a rabbit Faunus, getting an encouraging nod from the Doctor, whom gestured for her to continue.

Unfortunately, the rabbit Faunus wasn't used to this amount of attention and as the entire class turned to gaze at her, she sank into her seat and grew quiet. Seeing this Blake spoke up, drawing everyone's attention as she lowered her hood, revealing her mask and cat ears, and continued the tale.

"Legends say that this Kingdom was something of a Utopia, a beautiful land of peace and prosperity, where humans and Faunus could co-exist, until it was destroyed by the Grimm," informed the Cat Faunus with her oddly reverberating voice.

"Good reddens, that's what they deserved," scoffed a buff brown haired boy, only for everyone to feel the temperature in the room drop several degrees as, unnoticed to anyone, both Blake and Jaune's eyes glowed a smoky blue before dissipating.

"Back when the White Fang was a protest group they used the Kingdom of Lordaeron as a symbol, a way to show that peaceful cooperation was possible. But like all things in Remnant, the legend of Lordaeron, has been lost to time, and to this day no one knows if it was ever real or not," concluded Blake, turning back to the teacher.

"Very good Ms. Belladonna," congratulated the teacher as he began writing page numbers on his blackboard.

"Now I want everyone to turn to these pages, your homework is to read them and afterwards give me a report on whether or not you think Lordaeron was real," ordered Oobleck, preparing to end the lesson when a male voice spoke up.

"Why should we learn about this debacle of an excuse for a Kingdom? If the ruling family was so weak that they let those filthy animals in, then they weren't worthy of their position. Probably why they were destroyed by Grimm so easily, trusting the damned Faunus to protect them," scoffed the same boy from earlier.

"What did you say?" growled Jaune, his soft voice somehow echoing across the classroom and causing everyone to turn and face him.

"Just that it might be easier to train an animal, but that doesn't mean they're stronger than a good strong human solider. Any human ruler would know that the Faunus are only thieves and weaklings, the only thing they're good for is labor in the Schnee mines. So clearly the reason for the fall of this Kingdom rests solely with the ruling family," smirked the boy, and everyone heard the pencil in Jaune's hand snap in two.

"What's your name?" asked the Lich King in a quiet tone.

"Cardin Winchester, first born of the Winchester family," boasted Cardin as his chest puffed out in pride.

Jaune nodded his hand as he stared at the boy in his eyes before nodding, "Cardin Winchester…I will remember that name."

Despite himself Cardin had a shiver run down as for a brief moment he could have sworn that he was staring into the face of Death itself. The rest of the class passed without incident as Cardin tried to calm his rapidly beating heart, after all what could that scrawny blonde ever do to him? Nothing right? So why did it feel like he might have made a terrible mistake?

For his part Jaune just made a mental note to have Adam place the Winchester family on a list of immediate White Fang raid targets, and to leave no survivors. As this thought crossed his mind he felt the familiar probing of Kel'Thuzad poking at his mind. 'Milord, your Death Knight has just come up with an idea that you'll want to hear,' he announced, causing Jaune to frown as he listened and struggled to keep a satisfied smile off his face.

Today was meant to be just a normal day for Raven, simply raid this village, take everything not nailed down and move out before the Grimm showed up. They had done it a hundred times, each of them knew their part to play. It should have just been a normal raid for them…this was not how it was supposed to turn out.

Everyone was silent, the townsmen, the bandits, and most importantly Raven, as they stared at the oddly looking Atlesian warship hovering above the town, it's weapons glowing as they began powering up. 'Atlesian military? What are they doing in Sanus? The Vytal festival is months away,' frowned the tribe leader as she realized the threat now posed to her group.

Upon seeing the Atlesian airship, the townsmen gave a cheer as the airship descended towards the village, thanking every God in existence for their savior's timely arrival. "Everyone retreat!" yelled Raven, realising that their tribe could not afford the casualties required to bring the behemoth down.

Upon hearing her command, the tribe ceased their fighting and looting as they rushed towards the bridge, only to see the one exit out of the village be disintegrated by the weapons from the airship. The massive bridge might have been well-fortified to repel Grimm attacks but it was never designed to take that magnitude of firepower and so Raven's eyes widened as she saw the exit just collapse.

The cheer from the townspeople died down as they stared at the bridge in shock, realising they were now trapped with the murderous bandits. 'That's not normal Atlas rules of engagement, they would never cause destruction like that, those idiots always try to keep collateral damage to a minimum,' frowned the red eyed woman behind her mask.

The tribe leader then frowned as she began looking for an alternate route to escape, unfortunately Perch, like most villages outside the Kingdoms, was built into the side of a cliff with a massive drop separating it from the mainland. The bridge had been the only way to cross this chasm as a way for the villagers to protect themselves from the Grimm and now that had been destroyed.

"Everyone get back to the village, Atlas won't fire if the civilians could be caught in the cross fire!" she ordered, causing the tribe to rush back into the town and once again engage the townsmen in combat.

'The only way any of us are getting out of here now is by commandeering that airship,' she thought, her eyes narrowing as she began searching for the airship's cockpit as it continued its descendant towards the village. Suddenly the airships cargo doors opened and Raven's eyes widened as she saw multiple odd looking Grimm leapt out and land in the middle of their battle.

"What the? GRIMM! Forget the villagers focus on the Grimm!" she yelled, as the terrified villagers began rushing towards the nearest building to hide.

Her tribe immediately spun as they found themselves trapped between the cliff and Grimm, retreat no longer being an option. "Why did Grimm come from the Atlas warship? What is it even doing here!" shouted one of her tribesmen.

"Salem, what have you done now?" muttered Raven in a quiet voice as she cut down a Beowolf that got too close.

Suddenly Raven felt a spike of pain from her leg and looked down to see the Beowolf she had just bisected had clamped its jaw around her leg, using its claws to slash at the offending limb. The bandit didn't have time to question how the Grimm was still 'alive' as she decapitated the already bisected Beowolf.

However, Raven didn't have time for a respite as she heard a loud thud and turned to see some kind of Atlesian mechs dropping from the airship, their metal chassis' glowing with runes and two bloody symbols painted on each respective shoulder. The left shoulder had some kind of symbol she didn't recognize while the symbol on the right made her eyes widen, it was the symbol of the White Fang.

Shortly after this she saw numerous Bullheads emerge from the airship and drop troops in White Fang uniforms into the town, slaughtering villages and bandits alike even as the oddly looking Grimm ignored them. 'No not ignoring them, these Grimm are helping them…what is going on here?!' she realised with a horrified expression.

"Everyone form up on me, I'll make a portal to the airship. We need to commandeer it if we want to survive!" she shouted, getting nods from her surviving tribesmen as they surrounded her.

"A Portal user huh? You would be incredibly useful in spreading the plague. Forgive me but I can't allow you to leave just yet," spoke a calm icy cold male voice, startling Raven as chains of ice wrapped around her as she tried to make a portal.

Seeing this her tribesmen immediately tried to break her free of these chains, only to be blasted back by a wall of sickening green energy. Raven couldn't move as she saw a white skeletal creature, a bull Faunus and a host of hooded Faunus approaching her. The Bull quickly grabbed the sword from her hand as he approached before trapping it under his foot. The skeletal creature nodded at this before turning to face her surviving tribesmen and without a word, he and his hooded entourage raised their hands as a sickening energy began flowing into their hands before rushing out towards her kinsmen.

Raven watched with a horrified expression as the last of her tribe just collapsed to the ground, their already drained aura from the fight to take the village as well as fight off the Grimm, unable to hold off the attacks.

The Lich then nodded as he turned to his students, "very good, you're beginning to understand how to direct the necrotic energy. Begin raising the villagers, we'll need them as our workforce later."

"Yes master," they all replied with a bow before walking off, leaving her alone with the two apparent leaders of this army.

Raven said nothing as she stared at her destroyed tribe, watching as numerous hooded White Fang members began moving along the corpses, as if appraising them. The tribe leader then had her jaw drop as she watched one of the White Fang members chant something and a ball of unholy energy formed in her hand before being thrust into the corpse of one of villagers. The corpse seemed to jolt as if being defibrillated and Raven could only blink in horror as she saw the villager slowly get up from the ground, only there was something off with them.

Its movements were too jerky, as if it was a puppet being pulled along by strings and their eyes now glowed the same faint blue as the Grimm. Raven was silent as she watched this scene repeat itself with hundreds of others, until there was a horde of Undead villagers standing still and silent, waiting for orders.

"What is this?" gasped the tribe leader, only to look up as a soft chuckle echoed from the skeletal Lich.

"Our new workforce, don't worry, your bandits won't be delegated to simple labor. They are fair too skilled to waste on such menial tasks," replied the Lich, causing Raven to growl in fury as she struggled to break the chains binding her.

"If you dare touch my people, I swear to Oum…I will hunt you down and kill you, your friends and your family," she snarled protectively.

"The strong live, the weak die. Isn't that your tribe's 'rules?'" scoffed Adam, getting another growl from the trapped Raven.

The Death Knight then grabbed her head before forcing her to watch as the bodies of her comrades were stacked up by the silent Undead before being carried into the now landed airship. "Look at them! You failed your people! They belong to us now. How does it feel? To see that all your hard work has been for nothing? To see everything, you've built be torn down before your very eyes?" commented the smug Death Knight.

Raven was silent as she watched the last of her people get carried into the airship before the single survivor of the tribe looked up at her captors in sorrow and a soft voice echoed out from her, "why?"

"I told you, we needed to test our forces against a talented enemy without the Kingdoms finding out about us. Your tribe was the most logical target," replied the Death Knight.

Raven didn't even struggle as she watched the Lich begin floating over to the corpses of her tribesman, before beginning the ritual to raise them as Death Knights. "That's not what I meant. Why are you doing this?" questioned the tribe's leader, her voice barely heard over the sound of the Lich and his new students beginning their chanting.

"Does it matter? You'll find out once you serve us," replied the Death Knight with a shrug.

"Over my dead body," she snarled before struggling to break her icy prison with no success.

"That's the idea…" muttered the Faunus in a distant voice, clearly distracted by something.

The leader of the bandits watched as Adam flinched and began gripping his head as if in pain, once again the runes on his weapon glowing softly as he eventually straightened out and returned to normal. 'What was that?' thought Raven in confusion as she saw the Lich immediately halt his ritual and float over to the two of them.

"Is everything alright Death Knight? You appeared to be in distress," asked the Lich, turning to face the Adam and causing the Death Knight to frown as he nodded.

"Just…a bad memory, nothing more Lich," he replied, fingering Wilt and Blush with a calm familiarity.

Raven frowned but remained silent as she tried to struggle out of her binds, seeing Adam's foot now off her sword. 'If I can reach it, then I can escape…but they'll notice me doing it. I need a distraction, something to drawn their attention,' she thought, calmly waiting for an opportunity as she looked around the village.

Then she saw it…the glowing red eyes of the creature that had somehow been following them all the way from Anima, peering out through the edge of the darkened woods surrounding Perch. She had no idea why it was following her tribe so doggedly, she had no idea how it happened to cross the ocean to Sanus…but right now Raven didn't care.

In any other time, this would have been disastrous for her and the tribe, they would have been trapped inside the village, taking massive casualties to drive the creature off before they looted the town and moved on. Leaving their pursuer to destroy whatever was left of the village afterwards. 'I just need to wait for it to distract them,' she thought before reaching out to her blade, grasping it as she waited for the two to be distracted.

"There's something you should know about my tribe, monsters," smirked Raven, causing both Kel'Thuzad and Adam to turn to face her with a frown.

"And what is that?" scoffed the Lich, only for them all to hear a loud terrifying screech echo from the nearby village entrance.

"We attract negativity," she smirked before using their distracted states to grab her blade and slash at the ice binding her to the ground.

Neither of the two could do anything as Raven swiped her sword down and created a portal before rushing through it. Adam roared in fury as he tried to follow her, only for the portal to close while his hand had just passed through it, completely severing the limb from his body as he howled in pain. Kel'Thuzad said nothing about their quarry's escape and instead turned to the other end of the broken bridge of the village.

There emerging from the forest was a horde of Grimm, obviously drawn to the village by the negativity caused by both the bandits and Scourge. This was expected by them both and had already been taken into account. What neither commander of the Scourge had expected to see though was the Horseman like Grimm leading the horde as it let out another horrifying screech.

"What Grimm is that? I've never seen anything like it before," murmured one of the newly formed Cult of the Damned member.

"It's a Nuckelavee. A very rare and powerful Grimm, they can single handedly destroy a whole village. They were nearly as bad as Grimm Dragons, and were responsible for the deaths of most of the Ruling family of Lordaeron," lectured the Lich, seemingly unconcerned by the creature before him as he watched it and the horde pace at the other end of the chasm.

"It would be a powerful pawn of the Scourge," whispered a Faunus in awe, walking up to their Undead teacher.

Kel'Thuzad nodded in agreement, "indeed Deathweaver, unfortunately we don't have time to waste killing it. With its presence here, Salem will know of our location and likely try to eliminate us before we can reach the safety of Northrend. Finish packing up the corpses, I'll raise the bandits later as Death Knights once we've returned to Icecrown Citadel."

"Understood master," replied the Deer Faunus, bowing as she raced to begin the evacuation procedure.

"What about the Bandit leader?!" growled out Adam in a furious tone, as he glanced down at the stump of his arm in hatred.

"We don't have the time to track her down, besides she's a leader of bandits that have plagued the Kingdoms for years, correct? If she tries to warn them she would just arrested on sight, hardly a threat to us," replied the Lich as he stared at the still unmoving Nuckelavee, the Grimm meeting his icy stare with a hate filled one of its own. "Beside we have more important things to worry about."

"Relax Lich, the Grimm are trapped at the other end of the bridge," replied Adam, the Death Knight still glaring at his missing limb in anger.

'If I ever find her again…I'll make sure to return the favour tenfold,' he thought in sadistic glee, before the runes on his weapons glowed and just as quickly the anger left the Death Knight, his mind returning to its previous calm state as the rune's glow died down.

Suddenly as if hearing the Death Knight's response, the Nuckelavee once again screeched and everyone was silent as they saw the horde of Grimm begin throwing themselves against the cliff face. At first the Scourge forces were confused by this display before Kel'Thuzad's eyes widened slightly as he realised what they were doing.

"Grimm are never this intelligent unless…She's found us…Everyone prepare for battle!" he ordered, both mentally to his servants and out loud.

Upon hearing this swarms of Undead instantly rushed towards frontlines, their recovering of bodies completely forgotten as they rushed to battle. Necrotic energy began swirling around the bodies of the newly minted Necromancers as the modified Paladin mechs rushed to join the coming battle. The remaining White Fang all formed firing lines behind the wall of war machines and Undead as they loaded their rifles and the Atlas flagship above them began taking potshots at the aerial Grimm attacking it.

Kel'Thuzad watched as a massive portion of the cliff face was broken off from the repeated assault, the massive pillar of rock and earth collapsing towards the village. The Scourge forces scattered as the pillar fell across the chasm and the Lich watched as the Grimm rushed over their newly formed bridge. The Nuckelavee gave another screech as it charged with its brethren, the Grimm's eyes never leaving Kel'Thuzad as the Lich's hands began glowing with magical power.

And so, unknownst to the Kingdoms, the first battle between two of the most powerful factions in all of Remnant began…

The Huntsman sighed before collapsing into his seat at the town's local bar, exhausted from another day of fruitlessly searching for some clues on Amber's attackers. Still at least he knew that Salem had her own powerful pawns, one of which had some sort of illusion based Semblance, judging from how he was unable to see the faces of Amber's attackers. That in itself was useful information to possess.

However, the Huntsman was snapped out of his thoughts as the barmaid walked over to him and placed a glass of what looked like some kind of scotch on his table, causing his eyes to narrow in suspicion. "I didn't order this," informed Qrow as he stared at the scotch that had been placed on the table.

The waitress just smirked, "a woman upstairs paid for it. Red eyes. She wanted me to tell you, 'On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'"

Qrow's eyes widened before he examined the drink on his desk, the waitress gave him a confused blink as the Huntsman lifted the alcohol up to eye level and a soft murmur escaped him. "Nevermore," he whispered before standing up and heading to the upstairs, his hand hovering over his scythe warily as he spotted the familiar figure at the back of the room.

Omake: The Incompetent King

"Are there any questions?" asked Ozpin.

"Yeah, um, sir?" asked Jaune, raising his hand.

"Good! Now, take your positions," replied the Headmaster, ignoring the question as students were begun to be launched into the forest below.

"Uh, sir? I've got, um... a question. So, this landing... strategy thing... Uh, wha-what is it? You're, like, dropping us off or something?" continued the confused Arc.

"No. You will be falling," answered Ozpin.

"Oh, uh, I see... So, you have a net or something waiting for us at the bottom?" frowned the Lich King.

"No. You will be using your own "landing strategy," informed the Headmaster and suddenly the anxious expression vanished from Jaune's face as an understanding expression grew on his face.

"So just to clarify we can use any method at our disposal to get to the relics?" he asked, getting a nod from the Headmaster.

"Indeed, good luck," replied Ozpin as he watched Jaune get launched into the air, screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Sometimes I love my job," sighed the Headmaster as he took a sip from his coffee, only to be blasted back by a large gust of wind.

Looking up both he and Glynda's jaws dropped as they saw a massive skeletal dragon break free from the forest and rush up towards them. "Hey Headmaster! I got all the relics, did I pass?" shouted a familiar male voice and the two teachers saw Jaune waving at them from atop his mount, all the chess pieces in his hand.

Jaune and his dragon then flew towards the school to wait for the other applicants, both the teachers flinching as they heard screams of fear and horror coming from the students seeing the decayed Dragon flying above them.

"Glynda…was that Mr. Arc riding a skeletal dragon?" asked the stunned Ozpin.

"Yes Headmaster," replied the equally stunned combat instructor.

"Glynda…was he carrying all the relics with him?" he continued.

"Yes Headmaster," repeated Glynda.

"I see…" trailed off Ozpin as he turned to look at his coffee mug. "I think I need to switch to decaf…"

"Yes Headmaster," finished Glynda as the two teachers tried to ignore the cries coming from their school.

Kel'Thuzad suddenly grew depressed once again, "why do I feel like our centuries of keeping the Kingdoms in the dark about our existence has suddenly been wasted?"

The Lich then shook the thoughts from his head, not even his King would be incompetent enough to do that? Surely? Right? Why didn't he feel very confident about that?

"I think I made a bad choice, picking serving him over a peaceful death. At this rate I'm going to die of depression long before the enemies attack…" he muttered, briefly debating breaking his phylactery.

Sorry about the Incompetent King, I really couldn't think up much for it this time around. Next time should be better. Anyway if I missed any of your questions let me know and I'll PM you the answers.