Rwby Ironwood Novels & Stories

"Ezra said, ''Going to wind brook is dangerous. we couldn't even make it there in the storm. "Voss said, '' You will you have the zag you can teleport there. "Ezra said, ''We can't use the zag the sky have to be clear for users to use it. The red moon makes everything blurry. "Voss said, '' So that means you have to ride out of the moon valley. Then you can teleport to WindBrook. "Ezra said,

FLASHBACK Rio Sanjaya ordered his dark horse to stop for a moment with a watchful gaze. The surrounding trees were violet under the bluish moonlight. After listening to something for a while, Rio stomped his horse back on his way without haste. Many times his eyes darted to the edge of the path he was passing. The movement in the thickets brought Rio to a halt again, his horse grunting and neighing softly. Rio drew the double-edged ax he threw onto his back. The handle of the object was rather long and silvery in color. Each blade bears a sign of a roaring tiger.

She intends to get out of this place. 'This is too hard… I can't!' Complained Ruby, she had already put all her head but the iron in front of her didn't move at all. 'Try harder!' The wolf shouted. Ruby did what she said, and indeed she felt a burning spirit ... and it might have an effect on her strength. The iron in front of her bent slightly. She continued gritting her teeth, taking all her strength to get out. After a few minutes of trying she made it out. Ruby looked at her hands which were not only red… but already purple. Some of the metal she touched broke her skin.

I focused on the practical element, relying on the breadcrumbs dropped by contacts who owed me favors, tracing routes only the most desperate or the most arrogant would utilize. "They’re using old, forgotten trails," I stated, the tightness in my voice reflecting the concern in my chest. "The equipment is heavy, bulky. This isn't just a supply run; it's a construction project." Crossing the territorial line into Ironwood was an immediate, sickening change. It was like walking into a lungful of stagnant air. The moon, usually a brilliant anchor, seemed dim and sickly here. The trees were the worst part: gnarled, twisted into unnatural shapes, their bark the color of shadow and rust. This wasn

Caius settled with a completeness that told me he was satisfied by the arrangement even if his preference would have been to keep her within three metres of him indefinitely. The northern edge of Ironblood's territory was old pine woodland ... the kind that had been there long enough that the trees had grown into each other overhead and the ground beneath them was layered and soft and held light differently from open land. In daylight it was a place that wolves ran through on perimeter routes without thinking much about it. In the dark before dawn it had the specific character of enclosed space ... sound muffled, visibility limited to what the torches illuminated, movement tracked by ear mor

We reached the Hangar Bay doors. They were open. Inside, the space was dominated by the massive drilling derrick. And the smell... It smelled like ozone and rotting orchids. A glass tank the size of a swimming pool stood at the base of the drill. It was filled with a swirling, black liquid. Standing on the catwalk above the tank was Ironwood. He looked insane. His uniform was torn. He had ripped off his medals. He was staring into the black liquid like Narcissus staring into the pool.

I found a stream with water so cold it burned but I drank, I cleaned my wounds as best I could, then tore a strip from my undershirt and bound my leg, the pain was a sharp, clarifying companion and it meant I was still alive. The heart of the Ironwood was a clearing that wasn’t a clearing, the trees formed a perfect, hateful circle around a flat stone dais and on that dais, suspended by dark chains from a wooden frame, was Luma. Her head was bowed, her warrior’s frame limp, blood crusted her temples but her chest rose and fell, she’s alive. Standing before her, hands clasped behind his back as if admiring a painting, was Malrick. He turned as I stumbled from the tree line, a slow, satisfied

Through the slightly ajar door, I saw Ryder and a few of the older memebers—Brick, Ghost, and Nails—talking low over a map and a few printed photos. One of them caught my eye: Raven. Another was a location I didn’t recognize. A red “X” was marked over what looked like an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Ironwood. “That girl....She’s been seen there,” Ryder was saying. “Couple of informants say she’s trying to rebuild. Could just be rumors, but we can’t ignore it.” “You... think she’s planning something?” Brick asked. “She wouldn’t have shown up in broad daylight if she wasn’t. She wants attention. She wants a fight.”

Raven POV: I break into a run - swift, silent, gliding through the undergrowth and shadow as if the woods were made for me. The journal thumps lightly against my chest beneath the cloak. The marks in it are fading, and I don't know how long they'll hold The forest shifts as I move - greener older. Lush. No wonder it is named Greenwoods. Ryel waits for me beyond the clearing, seated near the broken alter stone. A fire crackles low beside him, it flames blue and strange, licking the air with silent hunger. He doesn't look up as I approach.

"This is the town of Ironwoods, I'm the first son of the town's mayor. Most people in here are miners, but my crew and I are also hunters. The old mine is open to anyone willing to risk it, but it's a bit dangerous if you can't fend yourself since it's also the lair of many creatures. This place was founded by my great granfather, after he was cast out from the city he lived in, he gathered as many people he could and started anew in here" "What kind of ores do you mine?" "Mostly copper and iron ore, but sometimes we find some elemental stones. It's not much but it keeps us afloat. Every so often minor nobles come down claiming they own this land, but after no more than two weeks they give u