The Heir and his new Hamlet(RWBY x Darkest Dungeon)

Chapter 2

A young man laid resting along a large bloody red tree, his abdomen was bandaged and cleaned neatly, resting alongside him was the plague doctor Jezebel taking notes of her patient's affliction and the Vestal Mercia praying for his health.

Meanwhile the rest stood guard, making sure nobody got a jump on their employer, Dismas however was missing.

Heir: Wha- where are we?

Jezebel: Unknown m'lord, however Dismas has volunteered to scout out a bit. However a rather interesting affliction seems to have struck some of us. Reynaul-

Reynauld: M'LORD I AM YOUNG AGAIN!
I AM IN MY PRIME ONCE MORE!

He seemed very happy about this.

The Heir sighed, he knew something would occur during that transportation, he checked himself, he was still the 17 year old man he started out as.

Heir: Hmm, anyone else become young, or even grow older?

Jezebel: I checked m'lord, it seems Reynauld, Dismas, Nasria, Mercia and myself have become much younger than before. Aged maybe to around 16-18, our knowledge however remains the same.

Heir: Hmm, this is strange, the abyss rarely gives, hell it tore my guts out as payment for that saving teleportation.

Jezebel sighed, her mask muffling the obvious displeasure.

Jezebel: I dislike this dark magic you use, m'lord, your predecessor paid gravely for the knowledge you now carry and utilize.

Heir: The abyss is a powerful tool if used with restraint, I do not fear it nor plan on unleashing the cosmic horror which hides behind it, however be assured I will heed your advice and rely more in my own flesh rather than what the dark offers.

Jezebel nodded, pleased with the result, meanwhile the Vestal Mercia approached the Heir with holy water in her hands.

Heir: Mercia, what is th-

Before he could finish she forcefully shoved the small glass bottle into his mouth, emptying its contents.

The heir coughed violently, as Mercia began chanting prayers.

Jezebel: You religious nut, he's injured why would you do something so forceful he can open his wound again!

Jezebel was kneeling and applying light pressure to the abdomen.

Mercia: He and his entire bloodline must be cursed by a darkness, how else would someone be able to channel the abyss which killed our Leper ally and nearly turned Reynauld into a shishkebab?!

The two began bickering, with the rest of the party silent watching this, Dismas returned soon enough however as the pair were bickering.

Dismas: M'lord, I've scouted the main road and surrounding area, theres a plethora of wild animals coming towards us, they look like eldritch creatures. The road up ahead has some brigands waiting in ambush, we should proceed carefully.

The Heir sighed and stood up, much to the doctor's disapproval.

Jezebel: Sit back down m'lo-

Heir: Call me Darric, and I'm okay I can stand, thank you for caring.
He cleared his throat, gaining the attention of his retinue, alright so, what do you lot think we should do?

The shieldbreaker Nasria stepped forth,

Nasria: I belive we should head down the road, if these beasts are indeed large in number and of eldritch origin then it wouldn't a stretch to assume they sensed the magic you and he she pointed towards Sturges, you might serve as beacons of sort.

Reynauld interjected,

Reynauld: You plan on using the brigands as a sacrifice, correct?

Nasria nodded,

Nasria: Yes, it's the best option for now.

Darric pondered his actions, however it was a no brainer, the lives of some brigands for his trusted retinue was an excellent trade.

Heir: Very well, down the main road we go.

The rest nodded, and began moving towards an ambush.

Authors note: I know, age reversal and shit are cliche as hell however, they'll be useful later on, and no, I don't plan on giving the Heir or anyone else a harem.