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Another Relay Through Remnant [RWBY]
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A Seed is Sowed
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This quest is directly inspired by @Rhomeo 's quest, specifically his second attempt. There will be mechanical similarities, but I'll be making slight changes depending on if it fits my needs better. After chargen, there will be a tutorial before we move onto the main campaign, so to speak. The most important thing to note is that, like Rhomeo's quest, this version of Remnant is heavily au, and distinct from his version. More things have been added, and some things outright changed, to better fill in the world for this game. Because of this change, metagaming, will not work. Don't worry, though, all of your favorite characters still exist.
AN: I retain the right to veto any plans.
Write-ins are (almost) always allowed.
Omakes are rewarded in the same they have in past YARA's.
The four reserved pages beneath the first post will be filled out by the end of the week. Now than, lets begin.
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Everyday, more seed are planted in the Garden. Some are born strong, all but destined to grow into mighty oaks, standing their ground against all the world has too throw at them. Other seeds are weak from the beginning, and must bend to what the world dictates so that they do not break.
How will you turn out, I wonder? Will fortune smile upon you, feeding your legend so that it grows too eclipse all others? Or will you waste away in the darkness cast by other trees, never too reach your full potential?
All this remains to be seen. We don't know much about you, after all, so how would we be able to follow your story? Please tell me…
[ ] What is your name?
Yes...that is a good name for you. It fits, somehow. Is this a name that will be remembered forever? Or is it one that will simply fade away? Only time will tell. Now then...
[ ] Are you a boy? Or are you a girl?
[ ] Are you a child of man, or one of faunus descent?
Oh, how precious you are, my little sapling. Where should someone like you be planted?
[ ] Atlas: A nation unafraid too go go against the natural order too gurantee the prosperity of their own. Things that have never come into the world before are created here. It is a place, both of fantastic wonders, and new evils, freshly unleashed upon the world.
[ ] Menagerie: A gilded cage for the unwanted and scorned. It was with empty mercy that those failed revolutionaries were sentenced here, too live out their lives away from everyone else. It is a good, safe place, but that is a very recent development. It will not last.
[ ] Mistral: The greatest civilization too ever be built upon this world. It grew on the backs of broken enemies, nobility and common folk alike enjoying the vast riches that flow through her ports. Eternal happiness can be found here, as long as you are willing to navigate a sea of corpses.
[ ] Vacuo: A collection of tribes who, on occasion, unite. These are the most dangerous of the settled lands on the planet, thick with darkness and plagues upon the people who live here. Death is common, and it is cheap, but through this adversity, the strongest souls can come forth.
[ ] Vale: Once, no one could compare to this kingdom. It was unbothered by the darkness, rich in resources, and full of fertile land. The people grew fat, and lazy from so many blessed years, and so when troubles finally found them, they were destroyed. Now, they are only a shadow of what they once were.
So this is where your story will start? I see. There is still more to be decided, but that will be later. You have enough for now, young one.
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Defining Roots
Chronobreak
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As I said, one hour.
Oh, so you're Finn Goodwitch. That name has quite a history to it, young man.
You live in Vale, as your family has for uncountable generations. Your family remembers the kingdoms golden age, and its fall. What do you think about the steady decay of your nation since it has come into contact with the other great powers?
[ ] You believe that Vale has a lot to learn from your now tentative allies, so that what happened in the past does not happen again.
[ ] You resent the other nations for their part in causing Vale's contraction.
[ ] You are glad that the boat has been rocked. While for the elders, it was a great catastrophe, for you, a whole slew of opportunities are now available.
[ ] You do not have a strong opinion on the matter.
That's fair. Different people think different things, and there's nothing wrong with that. Now that we've learned a bit more about you as a person, let's see how you appear to others. I'm sure it won't be too bad.
[ ] Option 1:
[ ] Option 2:
[ ] Option 3:
[ ] Option 4:
On the surface level, your looking pretty good.
But what's on the inside? Tell me, how would you describe yourself?
[ ] Brash
[ ] Inquisitve
[ ] Insecure
[ ] Outgoing
[ ] ???
That's quite nice. There's still a bit more to go, but we're almost there.
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Peeking out the Dirt
Chronobreak
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The cold sun shined upon the picturesque island of Patch. The sky is gray, and the air is cold, but for you, that was no reason not to go out in your Dust mage clothes.
The dark voices in your mind have subsided after a rather agitated period of activity, but you didn't worry much, as that was just your proclivity. Mom wasn't able to make it back for your first day at Signal, but…that was fine. You were used to your aunties doing this kind of thing instead.
You were almost there! The beginning of the path to become a Huntsman, slaying monsters and putting evildoers to justice just like the heroes from the news. One day, it was gonna be your face plastered across the screens of the nation. People would look up too you, then!
Something was thrown into your face, a zipper slapping against your cheek, and replacing the natural beauty of Patch with fuzzy darkness. You picked the sweater off, and shot a heated look at your aunt.
"Don't be dumb Finn," she said, in a tone that marked her as familiar with this kind of stupidity. "There's no way I'm letting you get sick in this weather. This one," she jerked her thumb behind her to point at the driver, "-might not care, but suffering just because doesn't make you tough."
You looked to your other aunt, Griselda, to come to your defense, but she was to busy muttering curses under her breath at the congested traffic. You yielded, and put the sweater on. Looked like you'd have to wait until spring too wear your Dust mage outfit.
"Good. We're almost there, so check yourself over. If you forget anything, we are not coming back to give it to you."
You rolled your eyes, but obediently gave yourself a once over. It was important to make good first impressions, and you didn't want to be made a fool of like in elementary school. You were nobility, even if to most people that just meant you were rich, and had a famous name. If Mom slipped even once, and if you didn't make things happen, than it wouldn't mean anything, to anyone, anymore.
You had your school I.D, and all your supplies, but those weren't what was important. Any kid could be prepared for school, but few could say they had a weapon on their first day!
You dragged over a small case onto your lap and popped it open, just making extra sure that you had the thing that would guarantee your popularity.
[ ] Brynhildr. A tome that cost quite the pretty penny to make. This weapon was, to tell the truth, just a pair of training wheels. Every page is inscribed with a spell formula that simply needs to be activated to cast. It helps novices practice their Dust Magic, up to a certain point, by reducing the aura cost and letting you stretch your muscles, so to speak, before actually attempting things yourself. In a pinch, it allows rapidly cast attacks to beat off tougher and more skilled enemies with sheer quantity of firepower.
[ ] Cornucopia. A stave that has been passed in your family for generations, since before you developed a warrior tradition and harkening back to a peaceful time when you were merchants, instead of fighters. Gnarled wood holds a crystal orb that can be inserted with Dust. It is a foci, which can hold and contain much greater amounts of power than its wielder. Grandpa used it to make massive one off explosions by gathering power until it hit the tipping point. Mom used it a mnemonic, and nothing more. It's pretty versatile. You'll find your own use.
[ ] Rule Breaker. A crude and ugly athame that came back from a dug up crypt from one of your mothers escort missions. It's a terribly simple weapon, in a day and age when mechashift is all the rage, but what it does, it does well. This weapon was forged with Blood Dust - Dust that forms in areas where massive amount of life have been lost. It is a dirty, fell blade, that can cut through Grimm with frightening ease, through armor, flesh, and bone. It does the same to people.
[ ] ??? (Choose a starting weapon. You will make another one during your time in Signal.)
"I have everything, auntie. Are you happy now?"
"Yup."
You spent the rest of the ride admiring your weapon, although you had to put it back when your rolled up to the front entrance of the school. Signal was just like it was in the pictures you saw of it; an unassuming building, made of gray stone and tinted windows. It's doors, far from the golden gates of Sanctum or the foreboding pyramid of Chrome, were simple and black, with a metal box right to the side that was used to ring the main office so that they let you in. To be honest, it looked so much like your old school that it was hard too reconcile it with the fact that the protectors of humanity were trained here.
Appearances could be deceiving, you guess.
Aunt Griselda had shaken herself out of her stupor, and you pushed yourself to the front to give her a kiss on the cheek. You received a dark look from aunt Tabby, and gave her one as well.
"Have a wonderful day Finn! Your future here is going to be a bright one," said your godmother warmly.
"Yeah, knock em all dead."
With those encouraging words fresh in your memory, you found yourself standing in a mill of kids, all talking, moving, or looking lost as they waited for the headmaster to give his entrance statement before the school year officially began.
You took a once over of the crowd, trying to figure out who to talk to so you didn't have to suffer through this alone, before narrowing it down to a couple of options.
[ ] There was a large, red headed boy who stood like an island amongst the sea of energetic students, confidently waiting for the speech to begin, as if he already knew that the next few years were going to be a breeze. He was wearing very nice clothes, and took a proud stance. Was he nobility, or the kid of one of those nouveau riche types?
[ ] Close by, there was a reptilian based faunus girl who looked like she was trying to do the same thing that you were, fervently scanning the area for people who seemed approachable. You didn't expect to see one of the rarer faunus subtypes here in Vale. You'd bet money that she, or at least her parents, were foreigners.
[ ] The third person that caught your eye fell squarely into the 'hopelessly lost' category. The boy didn't carry himself with any self respect. What piqued your curiosity, though, was a metal slab that he wore in place of his right arm. It looked like an early iteration of mechashift technology, which was pretty cool.
The dark voices in your mind have subsided after a rather agitated period of activity, but you didn't worry much, as that was just your proclivity. Mom wasn't able to make it back for your first day at Signal, but…that was fine. You were used to your aunties doing this kind of thing instead.
You were almost there! The beginning of the path to become a Huntsman, slaying monsters and putting evildoers to justice just like the heroes from the news. One day, it was gonna be your face plastered across the screens of the nation. People would look up too you, then!
Something was thrown into your face, a zipper slapping against your cheek, and replacing the natural beauty of Patch with fuzzy darkness. You picked the sweater off, and shot a heated look at your aunt.
"Don't be dumb Finn," she said, in a tone that marked her as familiar with this kind of stupidity. "There's no way I'm letting you get sick in this weather. This one," she jerked her thumb behind her to point at the driver, "-might not care, but suffering just because doesn't make you tough."
You looked to your other aunt, Griselda, to come to your defense, but she was to busy muttering curses under her breath at the congested traffic. You yielded, and put the sweater on. Looked like you'd have to wait until spring too wear your Dust mage outfit.
"Good. We're almost there, so check yourself over. If you forget anything, we are not coming back to give it to you."
You rolled your eyes, but obediently gave yourself a once over. It was important to make good first impressions, and you didn't want to be made a fool of like in elementary school. You were nobility, even if to most people that just meant you were rich, and had a famous name. If Mom slipped even once, and if you didn't make things happen, than it wouldn't mean anything, to anyone, anymore.
You had your school I.D, and all your supplies, but those weren't what was important. Any kid could be prepared for school, but few could say they had a weapon on their first day!
You dragged over a small case onto your lap and popped it open, just making extra sure that you had the thing that would guarantee your popularity.
[ ] Brynhildr. A tome that cost quite the pretty penny to make. This weapon was, to tell the truth, just a pair of training wheels. Every page is inscribed with a spell formula that simply needs to be activated to cast. It helps novices practice their Dust Magic, up to a certain point, by reducing the aura cost and letting you stretch your muscles, so to speak, before actually attempting things yourself. In a pinch, it allows rapidly cast attacks to beat off tougher and more skilled enemies with sheer quantity of firepower.
[ ] Cornucopia. A stave that has been passed in your family for generations, since before you developed a warrior tradition and harkening back to a peaceful time when you were merchants, instead of fighters. Gnarled wood holds a crystal orb that can be inserted with Dust. It is a foci, which can hold and contain much greater amounts of power than its wielder. Grandpa used it to make massive one off explosions by gathering power until it hit the tipping point. Mom used it a mnemonic, and nothing more. It's pretty versatile. You'll find your own use.
[ ] Rule Breaker. A crude and ugly athame that came back from a dug up crypt from one of your mothers escort missions. It's a terribly simple weapon, in a day and age when mechashift is all the rage, but what it does, it does well. This weapon was forged with Blood Dust - Dust that forms in areas where massive amount of life have been lost. It is a dirty, fell blade, that can cut through Grimm with frightening ease, through armor, flesh, and bone. It does the same to people.
[ ] ??? (Choose a starting weapon. You will make another one during your time in Signal.)
"I have everything, auntie. Are you happy now?"
"Yup."
You spent the rest of the ride admiring your weapon, although you had to put it back when your rolled up to the front entrance of the school. Signal was just like it was in the pictures you saw of it; an unassuming building, made of gray stone and tinted windows. It's doors, far from the golden gates of Sanctum or the foreboding pyramid of Chrome, were simple and black, with a metal box right to the side that was used to ring the main office so that they let you in. To be honest, it looked so much like your old school that it was hard too reconcile it with the fact that the protectors of humanity were trained here.
Appearances could be deceiving, you guess.
Aunt Griselda had shaken herself out of her stupor, and you pushed yourself to the front to give her a kiss on the cheek. You received a dark look from aunt Tabby, and gave her one as well.
"Have a wonderful day Finn! Your future here is going to be a bright one," said your godmother warmly.
"Yeah, knock em all dead."
With those encouraging words fresh in your memory, you found yourself standing in a mill of kids, all talking, moving, or looking lost as they waited for the headmaster to give his entrance statement before the school year officially began.
You took a once over of the crowd, trying to figure out who to talk to so you didn't have to suffer through this alone, before narrowing it down to a couple of options.
[ ] There was a large, red headed boy who stood like an island amongst the sea of energetic students, confidently waiting for the speech to begin, as if he already knew that the next few years were going to be a breeze. He was wearing very nice clothes, and took a proud stance. Was he nobility, or the kid of one of those nouveau riche types?
[ ] Close by, there was a reptilian based faunus girl who looked like she was trying to do the same thing that you were, fervently scanning the area for people who seemed approachable. You didn't expect to see one of the rarer faunus subtypes here in Vale. You'd bet money that she, or at least her parents, were foreigners.
[ ] The third person that caught your eye fell squarely into the 'hopelessly lost' category. The boy didn't carry himself with any self respect. What piqued your curiosity, though, was a metal slab that he wore in place of his right arm. It looked like an early iteration of mechashift technology, which was pretty cool.
Please discuss your optiooooooooons.
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Where the Flowers Grow
Chronobreak
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[ ] Close by, there was a reptilian based faunus girl who looked like she was trying to do the same thing that you were, fervently scanning the area for people who seemed approachable. You didn't expect to see one of the rarer faunus subtypes here in Vale. You'd bet money that she, or at least her parents, were foreigners.
You decided that, at least for your first interaction in Signal, it would be good to talk to someone just as eager to meet new people as you were.
You were worried about slipping up, somehow, and ruining your first interaction in a new school. There was no way to know until you put yourself out there, however, so with only some trepidation, you made your way to the girl. She didn't seem to notice your approach, so when you tapped her on the shoulder, she whipped her head to look at you with surprise.
"Hello! You looked like you wanted to find someone to talk to, to. The name is Finn, Finn Goodwitch! Yours?"
The girl seemed to be a little suspicious of your intentions, but she visibly let go of her misgivings, instead turning around and shooting you with finger guns. You mimed being shot, which made her smile just a little bit more.
"Nova Sonora, the most epic person your ever gonna meet," she threw both her arms to the side, pointing her index fingers to the sky before raising them up and pointing to herself. She smiled cockily. "Nice bow."
If you were a bit less self assured, you might have touched your head band. You weren't though, so you took the compliment straight on.
"Thanks Nova! I think I make the look work. But I'm afraid to tell you that you can't be the most epic person ever!" you mimicked what she did, pointing at yourself, the only difference being that you tilted your head slightly to the side. "Because I've looked in a mirror." She shook her head, as if saying 'fat chance', but let the challenge slide off.
You talked with Nova for the rest of the wait. She was apparently the daughter of one of the teacher's at this school, Saffron Sonora, who you would later beat yourself up about not remembering. He was one of the more famous Huntsman from around the time you were born, and his accolades alone would have made this school worth attending. You two found some common ground, both being the kids of teachers, and it was as you started to discuss the pressure your parents would put on you both to keep your grades up that Signal's Headmaster came up to the podium. An old man with a white beard, who gave of the impressions of being a normal huntsman instead of the...uh, cooler one? Being a hunter was pretty cool to, you think. He briefly cleared his throat before speaking.
"As you walk into these doors today, you are all making a promise. You swear yourself, to protect our nation, and our world, from any evil that may cause it harm. You are not limited to solely fighting the Beast of Extinction. No, by coming here, you swear to stand against your fellow man and faunus to protect the innocent. You swear to be a first responder in any natural disaster that may befall Vale, or anywhere else. This is not a job that you can simply walk away from. It is a way of life, to accept that everything you are, has to be given for the sake of others. For the sake of the people who need help, and cannot help themselves. You are all young. Untested, and unformed. You all will encounter tragedy, sooner or later. But by coming here, we hope to make sure that you will not break from it.
Do not be afraid to lean on others for help. No man or woman is a mountain that can stand alone. We are all together in an attempt to make the world better. Don't forget that.
But that's enough heavy talk, for now. Thank you for coming to our school, and I hope you all have a wonderful day."
The old man bowed, and left the stage, without even saying his name. Maybe he just forgot?
"We already knew all that though," said Nova, who looked unaffected by the speech. You could agree with the sentiment, but could also appreciate trying to reaffirm the values of a Huntsman.
Personally, you believe...
[ ] That things were exactly as he said. To be a Huntsman was to dedicate everything to the service of the people, no matter where they were from. You were all meant to be heroes, or at least, that was you believed should be the case.
[ ] That being a Huntsman was all about making money and furthering your families prestige. Protecting people was noble, and you would do it without complaint, but you were your own individual and first foremost. In your mind, being a Huntsman was only a way to advance your own goals.
[ ] Being a Hunter mean being strong enough to explore Remnant. You want to go places and see things that humans haven't interacted with in centuries.
[ ] ???
You didn't have your first class with Nova, so you both parted ways. You feel like a friendship could be found there, but that it was to early to assume.
What would you focus on during your first year at Signal? You, of course, would practice everything, but something has to have your priority.
[ ] Your studies. While you were smarter than a normal kid your age, that was no reason to not take things seriously. You didn't want to become lazy.
[ ] Your combat ability. You were a Huntsman, and that meant that you'd have to fight. You barely knew how to use Rule Breaker in the first place.
[ ] Socializing. Making friends was important for a young, healthy boy, as your aunties told you. You didn't have to go at things alone.
School didn't take up your entire year though. Something pretty cool happened.
[ ] Mom was taking her vacation days. It was because she got really roughed up, but you'll take it.
[ ] You were accosted by a sharply dressed gentleman who offered you the deal of a lifetime.
[ ] The Valean Expeditionary force had come back from uncharted lands! They even threw a parade.
[ ] You got lost in the forest, and came across something your eyes weren't meant for...
You decided that, at least for your first interaction in Signal, it would be good to talk to someone just as eager to meet new people as you were.
You were worried about slipping up, somehow, and ruining your first interaction in a new school. There was no way to know until you put yourself out there, however, so with only some trepidation, you made your way to the girl. She didn't seem to notice your approach, so when you tapped her on the shoulder, she whipped her head to look at you with surprise.
"Hello! You looked like you wanted to find someone to talk to, to. The name is Finn, Finn Goodwitch! Yours?"
The girl seemed to be a little suspicious of your intentions, but she visibly let go of her misgivings, instead turning around and shooting you with finger guns. You mimed being shot, which made her smile just a little bit more.
"Nova Sonora, the most epic person your ever gonna meet," she threw both her arms to the side, pointing her index fingers to the sky before raising them up and pointing to herself. She smiled cockily. "Nice bow."
If you were a bit less self assured, you might have touched your head band. You weren't though, so you took the compliment straight on.
"Thanks Nova! I think I make the look work. But I'm afraid to tell you that you can't be the most epic person ever!" you mimicked what she did, pointing at yourself, the only difference being that you tilted your head slightly to the side. "Because I've looked in a mirror." She shook her head, as if saying 'fat chance', but let the challenge slide off.
You talked with Nova for the rest of the wait. She was apparently the daughter of one of the teacher's at this school, Saffron Sonora, who you would later beat yourself up about not remembering. He was one of the more famous Huntsman from around the time you were born, and his accolades alone would have made this school worth attending. You two found some common ground, both being the kids of teachers, and it was as you started to discuss the pressure your parents would put on you both to keep your grades up that Signal's Headmaster came up to the podium. An old man with a white beard, who gave of the impressions of being a normal huntsman instead of the...uh, cooler one? Being a hunter was pretty cool to, you think. He briefly cleared his throat before speaking.
"As you walk into these doors today, you are all making a promise. You swear yourself, to protect our nation, and our world, from any evil that may cause it harm. You are not limited to solely fighting the Beast of Extinction. No, by coming here, you swear to stand against your fellow man and faunus to protect the innocent. You swear to be a first responder in any natural disaster that may befall Vale, or anywhere else. This is not a job that you can simply walk away from. It is a way of life, to accept that everything you are, has to be given for the sake of others. For the sake of the people who need help, and cannot help themselves. You are all young. Untested, and unformed. You all will encounter tragedy, sooner or later. But by coming here, we hope to make sure that you will not break from it.
Do not be afraid to lean on others for help. No man or woman is a mountain that can stand alone. We are all together in an attempt to make the world better. Don't forget that.
But that's enough heavy talk, for now. Thank you for coming to our school, and I hope you all have a wonderful day."
The old man bowed, and left the stage, without even saying his name. Maybe he just forgot?
"We already knew all that though," said Nova, who looked unaffected by the speech. You could agree with the sentiment, but could also appreciate trying to reaffirm the values of a Huntsman.
Personally, you believe...
[ ] That things were exactly as he said. To be a Huntsman was to dedicate everything to the service of the people, no matter where they were from. You were all meant to be heroes, or at least, that was you believed should be the case.
[ ] That being a Huntsman was all about making money and furthering your families prestige. Protecting people was noble, and you would do it without complaint, but you were your own individual and first foremost. In your mind, being a Huntsman was only a way to advance your own goals.
[ ] Being a Hunter mean being strong enough to explore Remnant. You want to go places and see things that humans haven't interacted with in centuries.
[ ] ???
You didn't have your first class with Nova, so you both parted ways. You feel like a friendship could be found there, but that it was to early to assume.
What would you focus on during your first year at Signal? You, of course, would practice everything, but something has to have your priority.
[ ] Your studies. While you were smarter than a normal kid your age, that was no reason to not take things seriously. You didn't want to become lazy.
[ ] Your combat ability. You were a Huntsman, and that meant that you'd have to fight. You barely knew how to use Rule Breaker in the first place.
[ ] Socializing. Making friends was important for a young, healthy boy, as your aunties told you. You didn't have to go at things alone.
School didn't take up your entire year though. Something pretty cool happened.
[ ] Mom was taking her vacation days. It was because she got really roughed up, but you'll take it.
[ ] You were accosted by a sharply dressed gentleman who offered you the deal of a lifetime.
[ ] The Valean Expeditionary force had come back from uncharted lands! They even threw a parade.
[ ] You got lost in the forest, and came across something your eyes weren't meant for...
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