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

Chapter 4

And so the band of misfits camped outside the town while Darric visited the nearby bookstore, all it took was a quick read and he would memorize the entire content of a book or record, one of the many advantages of having cursed blood to aid you in using dark eldritch magic. From that he learned about the world he was in, a world which was laughably innocent and pure compared to Earth, their intrigue and disputes were childs-play compared to noble politics back in France and Britain, and though he was impressed with the technology they developed, it didn't make up for the fact they still couldn't create something more sophisticated and efficent to deal with their Grimm issue, instead of sending Children and training them to do it for them, so called Hunters. It reminded him much of the old roman tradition of gladiators, though these little fighters weren't just for entertainment purposes.

With a light chuckle he kept going through the books en masse, engrossing himself in them. One such book that caught his interest was one detailing the Faunas and the recent war over them. That's when it hit him, the bandits he sacrificed weren't corrupted or cultists, but rather they were members of the Faunas extremist group known as the white fang, their radical ideas varied from group to group, which reminded him of the new Republican movement which had been sweeping much of France, though it had for the most part avoided Brittany, the province where his estate laid.

Then he read up about the Hunters, their training and academies. The province they were in currently, Vale, had a prestigious academy called Beacon, then he got an idea.

With him were several highly experienced and tested fighters who have experienced horrors beyond this or any other world, and they had been aged down to the perfect years to apply to such an academy. Of course getting a citizenship and papers necessary for it would be rather bothersome, unless he caught their attention one way or another.
And so he used the gold coins he had on his to buy a map of Remnant, aswell as a small notebook and pen to study the world he was in.

Approaching his group, many of the locals stared at the well dressed stranger and his regal image.

And so as he waltzed to his lovely group of enforcers, he proposed his plan.

Heir: Well my dear friends, what we lack is housing, and there is an academy not so far away from here, if we take this flying mechanization called a Bullhead, we can be there in a moments notice. All I'd need you aged down folk to do is prove your worth and be enrolled, sounds risky yes but It may just work, right?

The group looked a bit concerned, but eventually relented, agreeing to his mad plan.

So the group made it's way to the city of Vale.

Reynauld: The city of Vale is the capital of the Kingdom of Vale?

Heir: Yep, I can tell we are in one hell of a creative land my friend.

Jezebel gave a light chuckle with Mercia and Nasria giving into it aswell.

Heir: It really wasn't that funny but... alrighty!

As they passed their time joking and discussing what to do next, they landed in the City of Vale. Darric paid the pilot who gave them a lift in gold, making his way off the bullhead alongside his enforcers. They took in the atmosphere of the city at night, it was stunning for people fresh out of fighting in what seemed to be a relic of the Gothic Franks.

Reynauld: Truly, this is Gods blessing upon us, it's stunning, even if it lacks the proper churches and cathedrals to ease the spirit of its citizens.

Mercia: Agreed brother Reynauld, this place must have several Churches constructed in honour of the eternal flame.

And thus the group walked through the sleeping streets, discussing random subjects about their predicament as they went, then out a store window a well dressed man and well dressed little lady came on flying out.

The girl without seemingly any effort showed off a massive red scythe, twirling it like a goddamn stick. Darric and his band were pretty flabbergasted at the sight, still however, when Darric saw more of the same men rush the young woman with swords, he didn't hesitate to jump in and do the chivalrous thing of trying and prevent a child from getting gutted, even if set child is wielding a heavy farming tool like it's nothing.

Following the Heirs lead was Reynauld, Dismas and Nasria. The heavily plated monster that was the crusader crashed into one of the lightly dressed men like the swine princes cleaver into flesh, the man was out cold, unable to sustain himself after the heavy initial bash of Reynaulds charge. Dismas on the other hand ended the fight as quickly as he started it, a single well placed shot from his flintlock at such a close range incapacitated a thug, leaving him bleeding and unconscious on the cold pavement. Nasria was dancing with her opponent, each one of her strikes deadlier than the last, she sent a poisonous kiss her foes way before parting, leaving the man dying on the ground, unable to move. Out from the store stepped a well dressed man wearing what seemed to be a funny little hat.

???: You were worth every cent, truly you were.

The strange but well dressed man said as he fired a shot from his cane, seemingly explosive.

The group and girl scattered, leaving the shot to pass. By the time they got up and ready the man was already climbing up a ladder to the top of a building.

???: Can we go after him?

The girl asked an elderly man, presumably the owner of the shop, he simply nodded and the young girl suddenly spurred into action, her speed unmatched as she pursued the fleeing fool.

In the meantime, whilst the others couldn't do much due to their physical limitations, Darric had the capability to use forbidden abilities in order to propel himself, so he looked to Jezebel and muttered a sorry before a tentacle like appendage sprung from nowhere and threw him with magnificent speed onto the building, catching him, again out of nowhere, as he came close.
By the time he had arrived, the criminal was being flown away by a Bullhead. The heir extended his right hand, as he was about to use his ability once more, but then the Bullhead stopped, it was being pulled by an invisible force. One could faintly make out the purple hue that now surrounded the wonder of mechanization, the young girl was now freaking out as a much older blond-haired woman stood firmly with a riding crop, seemingly being the one to hold the Bullhead in place.

Suddenly however, fire and brimstone seemed to be unleashed from it's open side, a pair of fiery eyes observing as the telekinetic effects ceased due to the disruption of the flames. Though most could only see her fiery eyes, Darric saw much more. Her entire appearance was laid out before him thanks to his uncanny ability to see in the dark, he could sense her domineering presence which was only strengthened by the fiery look she had. Almost infatuating were it not for the fact she was helping a vagrant make his escape.

His attention to the fleeing woman was broken by a firm grab at his shoulder, followed by the blond woman's voice.

???: Didn't you hear me, come now.

As she said that he felt the ground beneath him dissipate as he was lifted into the sky, being carried away like some deadly criminal.