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>>5648666
“Wait…really?! The messenger from Faerghus exclaimed with surprise. The man had been sulking in your camp, waiting for an answer to the letter you’d received from Duke Fraldarius. It seems as though he’d resigned himself to the idea that you would be rejecting the offer to join the Faerghus Army at Gronder. So, when you inform him that you’re accepting the duke’s request, he nearly falls off of his wyvern.

>“Fly ahead and inform your masters that they will be able to rely on the services of the Blackwings for the upcoming battle.”

The messenger quickly regains his composure and gives you a formal salute. “As you wish my lady. I will relay the location of the Faerghus Army to your lieutenant. May the Goddess be with you.” With a crack of his whip, his Wyvern takes flight, and the messenger departs westward in a hurry. He wasn’t the only one moving quick this morning. By now, word had spread across the camp that the Blackwings were being forced to depart Derdriu. The response to the news that you’d be ending your contract with the Leicester Alliance and joining forces with Faerghus had been mixed. On one hand, the company had originally formed within Kingdom territory. A large portion of its members, including several of its captains, were able to call Faerghus home, and relished the opportunity to return. On the other hand, there were those who believed that Claude had treated the company exceptionally well, and leaving the Alliance to join forces with a weaker army was a fool’s choice. Still, no one would oppose your decision.

>“A weaker army…” You muttered to yourself as you sat within your command tent. Perhaps, and perhaps not. It’s true that the Kingdom being divided in two seriously hampered their firepower. Worse yet, they’d suffered no shortage of losses at the hands of the Empire. But of the four factions on the board, they possessed the most Heroes Relics. In a battlefield like Gronder, an advantage like that could be more than enough to punch through the Empire. Fodlan’s history had been carved out by those weapons, and they could help to even the odds against a foe that outnumbered them and courted Demonic Beasts amongst their ranks.

You tap the table in front of you, groaning and massaging your head. You hoped this was the right decision to make. Two books were sitting on the table in front of you. The first was a recent purchase. A romance novel you’d acquired from Anna, which tells the story of a passionate but brief love affair between a blue-haired knight and a beautiful maiden he encounters in the forest. It was a lengthy novel, but Anna had assured you that it had been a hit amongst her customers. You’d developed a soft spot for these types of stories, but now hardly seemed the time to read this sort of thing.

>+2 Charisma!

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>>5648670
The other was a worn green book that you’d already started on. It was the treasured spell tome that you’d received from Leopold during your brief return to Garreg Mach, Foresti. Containing magic of the highest caliber, you thought it imperative that you learn its secrets before the battle at Gronder. As the Blackwings continue their preparations to move, you stay within your tent, pouring over the contents of the tome. After the passing of several hours, you feel as though you finally have somewhat of an understanding of how the spell works.

>Spell Learned! Forseti: (S Rank, +20 DMG, 30% CRIT, Enemy attacks will miss you for 1 turn, 1 Use)

As you close the book, satisfied with your lesson for the day, you realize that someone had packed away all your belongings, as well as put away your tent, leaving you sitting in the middle of the camp. Evidently, you’d been too engrossed in pouring over Foresti to notice. Stowing away the tome safely, you look around the camp. Perhaps a quick walk and a nice chat would be a good way to end the day before heading out on your march to rendezvous with the Faerghus army.

>A): Speak with one of the members of the Blackwings (Who?)
>B): Check in on Anemone and Eulalia

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>>5648671
>Resources

Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Three+Houses
Blackwings Company Info/Supports List: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1ESxa3V-d3Mb27ZG97cbRoVMeD6HHEIySF9nJqqd48dc/edit?usp=sharing

>>5648671
>>A): Speak with one of the members of the Blackwings (Who?)
Ashe! Ashe! Ashe!

>>5648671
>A): Speak with one of the members of the Blackwings (Who?)
Ashe

>>5648671
>>A): Speak with one of the members of the Blackwings (Who?)
Corinne

>>5648671
>A): Speak with one of the members of the Blackwings (Who?)
Ashe time.

Oh hey, this is back quicker than expected. Welcome back, Tree!

Also holy shit, Forseti a strong spell. It's technically Wind Magic, so I'm not sure if it counts as effective against Fliers like Aircalibur and Excalibur, but even if it's not, it's an amazing trump card. Might be just what we need to eke out a win against Rex or to do some crazy, risky stuff like flying in, drawing aggro from everyone, and then using Forseti to basically be invincible for a turn .

>>5648671
>A): Speak with one of the members of the Blackwings (Who?)

Ashe, but mostly because I'm curious what he feels like to be fighting for the Kingdom instead of the Dukedom. Hopefully the others don't rag on him too hard for it.

>>5648671
>>B): Check in on Anemone and Eulalia

>>5648671
>>A): Speak with one of the members of the Blackwings (Who?)
Ashe.

A little bit surprised we got the CHA book

>>5649112
Inb4 Rex has some bullshit Wind nullification item

>>5648671
>A): Speak with one of the members of the Blackwings (Who?)
Ashe, our love

>>5649493
He's 100% got like a Delphi Shield or something that protects him from normal flier weaknesses, pilfered off of one of the Almyran Warlords he killed. Thankfully, the damage and the rest of the effect should be fine.

>>5648675
>A): Speak with one of the members of the Blackwings (Who?)
>Ashe

>Perhaps a quick walk and a nice chat would be a good way to end the day before heading out on your march to rendezvous with the Faerghus army.
A quick walk, a quick fling

>B): Check in on Anemone and Eulalia

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>>5648671

You find Ashe alone, sitting on a tree stump. He appears to be engrossed in the middle of carving some sort of wooden figurine, so he fails to notice you sneak up behind him and place your arms around his neck. You’d been careful about showing him too much public affection, afraid that others in the company might interpret your relationship as favoritism. However, the ever-looming threat of your imminent death at Gronder has gotten you to shirk this rule for now.

>“What are you doing sitting here alone? I’ve been terribly lonely.”

Ashe chuckles. “Really? You seemed incredibly engrossed in that book you were reading. So much so you didn’t even notice me calling out to you. That must have been some story.”

>“Mhm.” You mutter, resting your chin on top of his head. “It’s a tale I don’t believe I’ll ever forget. I’m glad to see that you’re still into woodworking. I’ve been holding on to that pegasus you made for me back at Garreg Mach this whole time.”

“Really? That old thing?” Ashe says surprised. “My carving skills have really improved since then. You should let me make you a new one. It’ll come out much better.”

>“Not a chance. I think it’s perfect the way it is.” You observe your lover’s handiwork. What he says is true. Ashe whittles away at the block of wood with all the confidence and dexterity of a master craftsman. The figure that he’s working on currently seems as though it may pop to life any second. As he continues his work, it dawns on you just what he is making.

>“Isn’t that the giant spider from underneath Ordelia?”

“It is!” Ashe beams happily. “I’m glad you recognized it so quickly.”

>“…Why in the Goddess’ name would you carve that of all things? It tried to kill us Ashe.”

The sniper shrugs nonchalantly. “I just thought it was cool, is all. You know I like animals, and it’s not every day you see a giant spider! Besides, it never actually stood a chance at killing us with you there. That thing could hardly keep up with your speed!”

>“How fortunate for me.” You sigh. “I’ll refrain from critiquing your taste in art too much. Though, I am curious about something else. How are you feeling about my decision?”

“You mean leaving the Alliance to go and fight for Faerghus? Well…I trust you. I’ll support whatever decision you make, and I’ll be ready to fight for you regardless of what happens.”

>“That doesn’t sound particularly convincing. Are you nervous about seeing the Blue Lions again?”

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>>5650326
“I’m…terrified.” He says, placing his tools down. “We were only together for less than a year. At this point, I’ve been away from them longer than I’ve actually known them. Leaving the Blue Lions to join the Black Eagles was one thing. We were just in school. Sure, they were disappointed, but we were all still friends at the end of the day. But now…I fought for the Dukedom for almost five years. I’ve killed Kingdom soldiers in the name of my former lord. That’s not just swapping houses. As far as Dimitri would be concerned, that’s just treason. And I can’t say he’s wrong. I committed treason against my King and country. I regret it, and I wish things could have been different somehow, but it’s far too late now.”

>“But you’re coming back. You’re making amends for all of that and backing up the Kingdom in what could very well be the decisive battle of the war. Surely that must count for something?”

“I don’t know if they’ll see it that way. And I can’t exactly fault them for that either. If Sebastian wanted me dead, I imagine the others might as well.” Ashe says bitterly.

A thought crosses your head. One you’d failed to think of before when making your choice. What Ashe is saying is true. In the eyes of the Kingdom, he was a deserter at best, a traitor at worst. While it’s true that he’d parted ways with the Dukedom and was a Blackwing now, there were those in the Kingdom who may not look at him kindly. Worse yet, you feared what King Dimitri himself might do. The two were close classmates back at the academy, but if he was anything still like the last time you’d seen him, then it was hard to say whether he’d have any compassion left for Ashe. Even if you were to claim that the Sniper was now a critical component of your company, it may not be enough to save him. Worse yet, it might cast the Blackwings in a suspicious light.

>A): Order Ashe to disguise his identity while working with the Faerghus Army. The Kingdom should have no idea he’s with you.
>B): Take your chances and try your best to defend Ashe if possible, without hiding his identity.

>>5650329
>A): Order Ashe to disguise his identity while working with the Faerghus Army. The Kingdom should have no idea he’s with you.
Dimitri WILL go ballistic. Ashe has shed his past when he joined the Blackwings - let his true name remain secret.

>>5650329
>>B): Take your chances and try your best to defend Ashe if possible, without hiding his identity.
Hiding him will just make the problem worse. And the split in Faerghus has to be resolved without just killing everyone who fought on one side, allowing people to defect (again) is important.

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>>5650329
>B): Take your chances and try your best to defend Ashe if possible, without hiding his identity.

It would be a shame if we had to tie up Ashe and leave him in a wagon, regularly visiting him to keep his spirits up. He wouldn't like it at first, but he'll learn. In the end, the relationship between Ashe and Blair isn't one of equals. Equals means that Ashe has a say, and we can't have Ashe saying anything besides "I love you".

>>5650329
>>A): Order Ashe to disguise his identity while working with the Faerghus Army. The Kingdom should have no idea he’s with you.
Ashe is our personal property, no touchy.

>>5650329
>>B): Take your chances and try your best to defend Ashe if possible, without hiding his identity.

>>5650329
>A): Order Ashe to disguise his identity while working with the Faerghus Army. The Kingdom should have no idea he’s with you

>>5650329
You know what Dimitri is still currently fucking nuts so this might be sneaky but I worry for Ashe's safety.
>A): Order Ashe to disguise his identity while working with the Faerghus Army. The Kingdom should have no idea he’s with you.
Also maybe not order but strongly suggest

>>5650329
>A): Order Ashe to disguise his identity while working with the Faerghus Army. The Kingdom should have no idea he’s with you.
This situation is gonna be dicey as it is. If Blair's gonna even try to diplomacy discretion is the better part of valor.

>>5650329
>>B): Take your chances and try your best to defend Ashe if possible, without hiding his identity.
We have to make it clear to everyone that Ashe is here as our personal prisoner

>>5650329
>A): Order Ashe to disguise his identity while working with the Faerghus Army. The Kingdom should have no idea he’s with you.

A's have it. Writing

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>>5650329
>You clutch Ashe’s face in your hands so that he is making direct eye contact with you. “Listen to me. For the duration of our time working with the Faerghus army, you are to disguise your identity. I don’t care if you wear a mask or shave your head or grow a beard, but under no circumstances are you to reveal who you are. That’s a direct order from your commander.”

“What? But Blair-”

>“But nothing. You’ve only been with the company for an incredibly short time. They should have no idea that you’ve left the Dukedom and joined with me. If you do as I say, they’ll have no reason to suspect you. They’ll think you’re just another one of my ‘eccentric’ band of killers that I keep around. Goddess knows we have plenty of those types to go around here.”

“It feels like I’m hiding is all…”

>“If the alternative is watching Dimitri order that you be sent to the gallows, then I’m willing to hide you away from all prying eyes. I know there’s much you’d probably like to say to your former classmates. I’m mor than willing to tread carefully and find out what their thoughts on you are. But I won’t risk your life in such a stupid way, having you walk into a lion’s den. I’m here to protect you.”

“You know, in relationships it’s the usually the man who’s supposed to say things like that.”

>“What can I say? I’ve never been an ordinary woman.”

Ashe sighs, before giving you a tired smile. “Very well. If it’s an order from my commander, I can’t refuse, can I?”

>“Not unless you want to be flogged for insubordination. Now come, all this prattling has me even more restless than usual.”

The next day, the Blackwings depart Derdriu without much fanfare. The city has seemed to erupt into a pro-war fervor overnight. You can hardly blame them. Years of fearing that the Empire would come and carve up their country have finally boiled over now that the Alliance has reunified. With little in the way of fighting save for their encounters with Almyra, Leicester’s army should be many times fresher than that of the Kingdom’s. Still, that itself would not be without its downsides. Only a fraction of the army would have any real combat experience. You also had your doubts on how quickly and cohesively a military that was divided in two only yesterday would come together. Claude and the others would have their work cut out for them. You wished them the best, but your destiny lay elsewhere.

The messenger from Faerghus had informed you that Dimitri planned to use the newly captured Great Bridge of Myrddin to cross over into Gronder. By now, their army was likely already within Leicester territory, closing in on their destination. Something that you were sure no doubt infuriated the lords of the Alliance. Fortunately for you though, Derdriu’s proximity to the Great Bridge allows you to reach the Faerghus army in a quick manner.

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>>5651552
“Halt! State your business!” The camp’s guard shouts as you approach him. He has already drawn his spear and has it pointed towards your direction. Not very hospitable it seems, these knights of Faerghus.

>“Blair Weaver, Commander of the Blackwings. Duke Rodrigue of Faerghus has requested our presence.”

The camp sentry looks at you with some suspicion. As you get a closer look at him, you notice that his armor is worn and damaged. One of the shoulder plates appears to have been smashed off as if by a blunt weapon. There are also several fresh-looking cuts and gashes across both his arms and face, as if he’d been in several fights only recently. More telling though is the look in his eyes. Perhaps it’s just that he’s been at his post all night, but the man looks as if he’s hardly gotten any sleep. His eyes are tired, vacant, and lifeless.

“The Blackwings…we’ve been expecting you.” He puts his spear away and extends his arm to let you pass. “Duke Fraldarius is meeting with the King and the other lords. You’re free to enter the camp, but don’t wander too far, and don’t get too comfortable. We aren’t staying here for long.”

>A): Attempt to find a familiar face within the Kingdom’s Camp
>B): Observe the state of the Kingdom’s army.

>>5651554
>>A): Attempt to find a familiar face within the Kingdom’s Camp

>>5651554
>B): Observe the state of the Kingdom’s army.

>>5651554
>A): Attempt to find a familiar face within the Kingdom’s Camp

>“Not unless you want to be flogged for insubordination. Now come, all this prattling has me even more restless than usual.”
Bring out the flog anyway Blair

>>5651554
>A): Attempt to find a familiar face within the Kingdom’s Camp

>>5651607
Blair did flog someone that night, not for insubordination though

>>5651554
>>B): Observe the state of the Kingdom’s army.

>>5651554
>A): Attempt to find a familiar face within the Kingdom’s Camp

>>5651554
>>A): Attempt to find a familiar face within the Kingdom’s Camp

>>5651554
>>B): Observe the state of the Kingdom’s army.
Know yourself! And then your enemy. If Blair is throwing her lot in with the Kingdom then she should know how far they can be trusted. Are they bloodied but resolved, or are they desperate?

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“This is some crowd.” Corrine muses next to you. “I’ve seen graveyards livelier than this. You’d almost think they’ve already given up.”

Corrine isn’t wrong. The morale of the Kingdom’s camp seems to be shockingly low. You’ve never seen soldiers quite as quiet as these. Those few that do engage in conversation do so in muted mutters. Even the arrival of the Blackwings, which should have prompted some interested stares from the crowd, does nothing to stir these soldiers of Faerghus. At best, you and your men are spared a few disinterested and curious glances. Much like the sentry you’d seen posted at the camp’s gate, these soldiers wear worn out and used gear and equipment. From a quick glance, it looks as though resupplies have been an infrequent occurrence.

>“Corrine, get the men settled in. I’m going to see if I can find any familiar faces amongst the crowd. I imagine Duke Fraldarius will be summoning us shortly, so be ready. I’ll want you with me when we meet the king. You were there as well when we saved him outside Charon. Hopefully our presence will trigger some goodwill in him.”

Corrine sighs. “I wouldn’t hold my breath, but sure. I’ll take care of things here.”

You stroll around the hastily put-together camp, head on a swivel on the lookout for any members of the Blue Lions. Before you arrived in the camp, you’d seen Ashe borrowing a knight’s helm that had been sitting in storage from Milly. With his face obscured completely, he was unlikely to be recognized by anyone from the academy who might spot him. As you walk through rows of worn-out tents, you keep an eye on the Faerghus soldiers present. The usual excitement that follows an army on the move is nowhere to be seen. One didn’t need to attend Garreg Mach to see that this was an army that had been on the losing side of a five-year war. Still, if there was anything positive you could say about the situation, it was that each man that you encountered seemed as though they were veterans. They’d survived the worst that the Empire could throw at them and had emerged all the stronger for it.

As you continue walking through the camp, you stumble across what must pass for their infirmary. Rows of sick and injured soldiers lay on the ground in cots, being tended to by the army’s medics. One such medic is in the midst of finishing her work, wrapping up a broken arm in a thick padded cloth. Even after five years and a change in hairstyle, you’re able to instantly recognize Mercedes von Martritz. Amidst the agony and torment of those injured soldiers, the woman retains the same grace and beauty she always had. You approach her in a hurry, shoving past the guard who tries to stop you.

“Ma’am, this area is for injured soldiers only.” Mercedes says, looking up at you. “If you require assistance, I ask that you wait until I’ve finished attending to these soldiers.”

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>>5653460
>“Mercedes! It’s me, Blair!”

“Blair?” She squints her eyes, taking you in, before they open in surprise and shock. “Blair! Is that really you?!” She leaves her charge to wrap you in the biggest hug you’ve ever received, squeezing you tightly. You can hardly breathe, but you return the gesture, lifting her up. “It’s been so long! I’m glad to see that you’re still safe and well. And I love what you’ve done with your hair!” Mercedes says gleefully, brushing aside your bangs. “You’ve really grown up haven’t you, Blair?”

>“It’s been so long. I haven’t seen you since Charon when we all spent the night at that tavern. It feels like a lifetime ago! Are the others here with you as well?”

She nods. “Yes! Annette is working with some of the mages here, and Felix should be off somewhere training no doubt. As for Sylvain and Dedue, they’re probably with…Dimitri.” You notice her tone change, and the smile that she wears shows the faintest sign of a crack. You always thought Mercedes looked radiant, but just like all the other soldiers you’ve seen so far in this camp, the bags under her eyes suggest the faintest trace of fatigue.

>“Duke Fraldarius had penned a letter to me. He requested that I take the Blackwings and join forces with you here at Gronder Field. We’ll be fighting together against the Empire.”

“Oh…we will?” Mercedes’ smile has now completely vanished. The girl was never one for violence, but you can see plain as day that she’s deeply uncomfortable in this environment. “Blair…I’m so happy to see you again. My heart is singing with joy that you’ve survived all the terrible ordeals I’m sure you’ve been put through. But…why? Why would you come here? This isn’t your battle. Don’t throw your life away here. Please.”
>“Mercedes…I wanted to come and help you. Working together, I believe we may stand a chance against the Empire. If we can defeat them here at Gronder, we can turn the entire war on its head. I haven’t forgotten our friendship, as well as the hospitality you all showed me at Charon.”

Your words do little to lift the girl’s spirits.

>“The battle hasn’t even started and you and everyone else I’ve seen are acting like we’ve already lost! Have some faith. We’ve fought together plenty of times before, and always won. We’ll just have to do it again.”

Mercedes holds onto your hands tightly. “I hope you’re right.” She doesn’t make eye-contact.

>A): Ask Mercedes how things have been in Faerghus
>B): Inquire about Dimitri’s state of mind
>C): Ask how she and the others feel about Ashe
>D): Write-in

>>5653462
>C): Ask how she and the others feel about Ashe

>>5653462
>B): Inquire about Dimitri’s state of mind

>>5653462
>>A): Ask Mercedes how things have been in Faerghus

>>5653462
>>B): Inquire about Dimitri’s state of mind

>>5653462
>>B): Inquire about Dimitri’s state of mind

>>5653462
>C): Ask how she and the others feel about Ashe

>>5653462
>B): Inquire about Dimitri’s state of mind
We can guess about the state of the Kingdom, but if she has any insight on how to sway the mad boar, then it's very good intel.

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>>5653462
>“How is Dimitri these days? I haven’t seen him since the battle at Bulgar. I recall that he wasn’t…exactly himself back then. Is he doing any better now?”

Mercedes purses her lips. Her eyes are no longer on you, but on the various soldiers present. After the injured man that she was healing takes his leave and the two of you are finally left alone does she finally answer your question. “The Dimitri you knew from the Academy is long gone, Blair. The changes were subtle at first. Small ticks, here and there. A dark comment or a foul mood. But as the war has stretched and more lives have been lost, I’m afraid he’s been completely consumed by his desire for vengeance against Edelgard. He trusts no one, and he’s become fixated on this march, so much so that he was willing to abandon whatever territory the Kingdom had left to embark on it. The battle at Gronder is to be the Kingdom’s final do or die moment. There’s nothing he isn’t willing to sacrifice, including his own life, if it means destroying Edelgard.”

>“The morale around camp seemed to be…exceedingly low.”

“Can you blame them?” Mercedes gives an exasperated sigh. “They’re all loyal knights of Faerghus who will follow their king to hell and back. They have been fighting the Empire for years and have seen many of their friends and family perish in battle. All they have left is to place whatever is left of their faith in Dimitri and give it all one final push. I fear that they’ve made peace with the situation and are ready to die out there.”

>“Is there anything we can do? Surely this can’t be as hopeless of a situation as you’re making it seem. What of Leicester? I know that Claude had proposed that the Kingdom form an Alliance with them. With the two of our forces combined, we’d stand a much greater chance of achieving victory.”

Mercedes shakes her head solemnly. “Perhaps you are right, but Dimitri does not trust Claude. He thinks him a schemer. He holds a grudge against Claude for not doing more to fight against the Empire, and even believes that he may be plotting to take advantage of the Kingdom in its weakened state. To use us as a buffer against the Empire and then to swoop in once we’ve exhausted them. Whether that’s true or not, it’s what he believes, and there are few within this camp that would dare to question their King’s command.” She looks at you with sudden passion. “Blair, if you are to meet with Dimitri, you must not try and provoke him. I know that you’re coming from the Alliance, and I know that you have your own ideas about how this battle should be run. But you must understand, he’s made up his mind already. This battle will proceed the way Dimitri wishes it to. I fear that if you antagonize him, it may spell trouble for you.”

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>>5654331
Before you can respond, you are interrupted by the arrival of a knight of Faerghus who addresses you.

“Commander Blair. Duke Fraldarius requests your presence in the command tent. You are to follow me immediately.”

Mercedes gives your hand a parting squeeze and a weak smile. “We’ll speak more later, I’m sure. Good luck, Blair.”

You are guided by the soldier back through the camp and into what must pass as the command tent. You enter the comfortably large dwelling and find Corrine already there waiting for you, along with a handful of knights and nobles of Faerghus. Inside is a large table, covered in various maps and trinkets that you take are meant to symbolize the various divisions of the Kingdom’s army. Amongst the soldiers present, you spot a few familiar faces.

“Is that Blair?!” Sylvain cries, astonished. “When did you get so cut-uhh…it’s good to see you again! It’s been too long!” He’s matured in the face somewhat, and grown quite a bit as well, but he’s still the same ardent womanizer you remember from the academy.

“Blair.” Felix gives you a curt nod. “It’s good to have you with us.” Felix as well, seems to have not changed as much. He’s still as direct as ever. You note the large shield strapped to his back. The Aegis Shield, one of the Heroes Relics, pulsates slowly, as if it were a beating heart. Next to Felix is his father and your one-time employer, Duke Rodrigue Fraldarius.

“Blair.” Rodrigue says with a noticeable hint of relief in his voice. “I must thank you for heeding our call and arriving here as quickly as you did. Your help is greatly appreciated and will be a boon at Gronder. With the Blackwings on our side, we’ll have full control of the skies.”

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>>5654332
Your eyes fall on the far end of the room. Dedue, ever Dimitri’s faithful servant, stands by his side and gives you a polite nod. Dimitri, meanwhile, has his only remaining eye fixated on you. His armor is chipped and scarred, with traces of mud splattered on it. You can tell immediately from his body language and expression that he’s hardly paid any attention to the proceedings in the room, and the look he gives you is almost enough to cause you to take a step back. Instead, you and Corrine bow in the presence of him and the other nobles.

>“King Dimitri. My lords. Thank you for welcoming us into your camp. I am looking forward to working together with each of you. The Blackwings are at you-”

“Who sent for this woman?” Dimitri interrupts you. As if in an instant, any good cheer that had been in the room has been sucked dry.

“My lord.” Rodrigue answers. “I did. We had spoken of employing mercenaries at Gronder, and the Blackwings are-”

“Are in the service of the Leicester Alliance.” Dimitri cuts him off. “I seem to recall them joining that snake Claude, even after the Kingdom had funded them with the gold necessary to start their company. So, tell me, Blair d’Rusalka.” He spits out your name with venom. “Why have you come here? Is this perhaps one of your lord’s famous tricks? Should I have you dealt with now before you betray us on the battlefield?”

>A): I am no longer in Claude’s service and wish to pledge myself to the Kingdom once more.
>B): I am a mercenary. It’s only natural that our allegiances may change during the course of the war.
>C): I wished to pay the Kingdom back for the good it did me and assist you in your battle.
>D): Write-in

>>5654335
>>B): I am a mercenary. It’s only natural that our allegiances may change during the course of the war.

>>5654335
The A options a bit too nice and would make Dimitri doubt, the B option would just make him say that our allegiance can change even to the empire, The C option looks the best but I want to try making my own option.

>D): I was hired by him yes but I didn't pledge my full alliance to him, while he wished to use me in the battle on his side I have decided to join you instead, a fact he considered foolish and tried to argue against but I've made up my mind, I want to aid the Kingdom in the coming battle.

Hopefully adding in that Claude didn't like our decision might ease him? Hoping.

>>5654335
>C): I wished to pay the Kingdom back for the good it did me and assist you in your battle.
I guess if we want anything done, we'll need to go around the mad king

>>5654335
>>C): I wished to pay the Kingdom back for the good it did me and assist you in your battle.

>>5654335
>D): I was hired by him yes but I didn't pledge my full alliance to him, while he wished to use me in the battle on his side I have decided to join you instead, a fact he considered foolish and tried to argue against but I've made up my mind, I want to aid the Kingdom in the coming battle.

>>5654335
>>C): I wished to pay the Kingdom back for the good it did me and assist you in your battle.

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>“Is that Blair?!” Sylvain cries, astonished. “When did you get so cut-uhh…it’s good to see you again! It’s been too long!”

We've come a long way since that day we 'knighted' him in the sauna. Good times. I wonder if pic related is still possible or if the height difference has evened things out. Or if we're tall enough to turn it on him-- though I don't know how tall we've gotten since then.

And man, I knew Dimitri would be in a pretty bad spot, but I didn't think it'd be *this* bad. We're definitely going to have to try and influence the other commanders to try and coordinate stuff, if at all possible-- though considering how loyal or afraid they are, we're probably not going to have a lot of wiggle room.

>>5654335
>C): I wished to pay the Kingdom back for the good it did me and assist you in your battle.

>>5654389
Supporting.
C is simply way too passive. We would be acting as if we had no real allegiance to the kingdom other than repaying a debt, being as paranoid as he is right now, we can't take any chances.
On a side note, finally finished reading two year's worth of FE questing. Great job QM this is peak.

>>5654389
+1

>>5654335
>C): I wished to pay the Kingdom back for the good it did me and assist you in your battle.
Also couldn't bear to fight our friends, it would be too much. Caspar is going to be on the Empire's side in this battle, isn't he? Goddamn his dad is probably going to die here too. This is going to be so fucked up.

C wins. Writing.

>>5654746
Glad to have you onboard anon!

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>>5654335
>You’re surprised at just how quickly this entire situation has turned south. You imagined you might have some explaining to do once you came face to face with Dimitri again, but you had no idea things would turn this hostile. If he had any goodwill for the work you’d done for him in the past, it was long gone. Still, you might as well try. “Your Grace, I came here because I wished to pay the Kingdom back for all the good it did me. I am not here in any capacity for Claude and the Alliance. I simply wish to help you as a friend of the Kingdom.”

“You call yourself a friend, and yet you were quick to accept the schemer’s gold once offered to you.” Dimitri answers. “Was the promise of nobility under the Kingdom too tantalizing an offer for you to reject?”

>By now, with what Mercedes had told you and finally seeing him for yourself, you feel as though you’ve gained a good grasp on Dimitri. You decide to try appealing to his newfound interests. “Your Grace…I have always been forward that my enemy is the Adrestian Empire, as well as the snakes who control it from within. Since joining with Claude, I have fought primarily against the Empire, and vanquished many of those snakes slithering in the dark within its ranks. Now, I wish to renew my pledge to you, and continue rooting out those fiends. That is, and has always been, my priority.”

Dimitri’s eye narrows as he takes you in deeper. “Ahh yes, the specters you were so fond of. I’ll hold you to your word, sellsword, but I will brook no tricks from you. Should I sense a hint of betrayal or deception from you, I will have no issue slaying you like the Imperial you really are.”

Rodrigue clears his throat. “My lord, the Blackwings have done much good for us in the past. I trust that Blair and her company will be a strong addition to our ranks. Now that she’s here, I’d like to discuss our next move, if you would allow.”

Dimitri waves him off. “Go on.”

“Thank you, my lord.” Rodrigue bows, before addressing you and the others present. “At our current pace, we are set to arrive at Gronder Field within two days. Preliminary scouting from our pegasus knights suggests that the Empire’s army likely numbers around 10,000. This includes regular infantry, as well as spellcasters and calvary, both grounded and flying. There are also likely an unknown number of Demonic Beasts being shepherded through as well. Furthermore, the flag of House Hresvelg has been seen at the helm of their host, suggesting that it is likely none other than the Adrestian Empire herself leading this army.”

“Edelgard…” Dimitri mutters under his breath. “You finally show yourself. How nice of you to meet me at Gronder rather than make me go all the way to Enbarr to rip your black heart out.”

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>>5655112
“At 10,000 soldiers, we’re outnumbered quote badly.” Sylvain interjects, ignoring Dimitri’s ravings. “We’re only sitting at about 2,000 soldiers ourselves. Perhaps 2,200 now with the addition of the Blackwings.”

“Our troop quality should be far greater than theirs.” Felix says. “Most of the Empire’s experienced soldiers were taken out at Myrddin or are still stationed within Western Faerghus. Many of the troops under Edelgard should be fresh conscripts. We can more than make up for our numerical disadvantage. The ones we should be watching out for are House Bergliez. Gronder lies within their territory, and Leopold von Bergliez is considered to be the greatest general the Empire has. The troops under his command will present us the greatest difficulty.”

Bergliez? This must be Caspar’s father. Tales of his strength had reached you even back during your days at Castle Rusalka. He would be a formidable foe indeed.

“What of the others?” Sylvain asks. “Will the Knights of Seiros be partaking in this battle?”

An orange-haired knight answers Sylvain. You recall seeing this man back at Garreg Mach and believe that his name was Gilbert. “We’re still awaiting numbers on the Alliance’s forces. As for the Knights of Seiros…Lord Seteth has declined our offer to join forces at Gronder. He says that the Knights suffered heavy losses taking Myrddin and will require some time to recover.”

“Cowards.” Dimitri seethes. “To think that professor I’ve heard so much about would back out at a time like this. It matters not. We do not need her.”

“Our best bet at victory lies in dealing a fatal blow to the Empress.” Rodrigue says. “A protracted battle will only increase the chances of our downfall. Tend to your men and ensure that they are ready to fight. As we draw closer to Gronder and get a better view of the situation, I will call you all back to discuss our strategy. For now, you are dismissed.”

You exit the command tent alongside Corrine, who looks positively furious. You can hardly blame her. The way Dimitri spoke to you made it clear that he cares very little about your presence here and could possibly even intend to use your forces as cannon fodder.

>>5655113
“What an utter face. I hope you know what you’re doing here.” She says. “The way I see it, these fools are a lost cause.”

“Blair! Over here!” You turn around to find Sylvain and Felix approaching you. Before you can answer Corrine, she storms off towards the direction of the other Blackwings.

Sylvain wraps you in a big hug. “My favorite pegasus knight! Just don’t tell Ingrid I said that. Thank the Goddess you’ve made it through all this alive. And you’ve somehow emerged with even greater beauty than before! It almost seems as though the war has been good for you.”

“Let her go, Sylvain.” Felix says. “It’s hard to find competent help these days. I’m afraid if you hold onto her any longer, she may turn tail and flee the army.”

>A): Ask the two how they’ve been
>B): Ask how they feel about the upcoming battle
>C): Ask how they feel about Ashe
>D): Ask how they feel about Dimitri
>E): Write-in

>>5655114
>C): Ask how they feel about Ashe

Man almost forgot to put on my regular username for this thread... Also that interaction with Gilbert and Dimitri, is it implying Byleth won't join here? Because uh... Yikes.

>>5655114
>>B): Ask how they feel about the upcoming battle
We're so fucking dead

>>5655114
>A): Ask the two how they’ve been

>>5655114
>C): Ask how they feel about Ashe

>>5655114
>E): Ask how they feel about the Alliance and if they'd be willing to battle alongside them.
Maybe (meat) Grinder Field wasn't such a good idea... Don't let our men know, though.
Either way, we need to make sure that the people in the field won't be attacking potentially friendly troops.

>>5655233
Supporting.
If we can't reason with the boar the best chance we have is to reason with his subordinates. Dimitri could face Edelgard straight on cutting everyone in his path, but we could convince the rest of the army not to attack the alliance.

>>5655122
Yep. This is the Silver Snow Battle of Gronder-- everyone pretty much dies here without some intervention, iirc.

>>5655114
>B): Ask how they feel about the upcoming battle

Dimitri's a lost cause, but his commanders still have some shred of sanity, I'm sure. If we can't get them to work together with the Alliance as a single, unified force, then we can at least be two separate forces striking the Empire at the same time. It's certainly better than just attacking indiscriminately, anyway.

>>5655114
>B): Ask how they feel about the upcoming battle

>>5655114
>>C): Ask how they feel about Ashe

>>5655114
>>5655190
Changing my vote to
>C): Ask how they feel about Ashe

>>5655233
+1, seems like a plan

>>5655233
+1

>>5655114
>>5655229
Switching to
>E): Ask how they feel about the Alliance and if they'd be willing to battle alongside them.

>>5655114
>>E): Ask how they feel about the Alliance and if they'd be willing to battle alongside them.

>>5655114

Switching my vote >>5655378 to >>5655233
Phoneposting so sorry if my ID switched

>>5655114
>>C): Ask how they feel about Ashe

>>5655114
>B): Ask how they feel about the upcoming battle

>>5655233
>>5655276
>>5655580
>>5655626
>>5655871
>Dimitri suspects us of being spies and traitors
>'No were' not, we're here to repay our debts to the Kingdom'
>immediately starts acting like a spy and feeling out if any of the commanders in the Kingdom army are amicable to the Alliance
Excellent, lets get ourselves killed by Dimitri as quickly as possible. At least then we'll not have to participate in the battle.

>>5656323
That's the main reason I switched to ask about how they feel about Ashe. Sure it's not as ideal, but it's better than the write-in.

>>5656323
Fair, but we're reasoning with Felix and Sylvain here, not Dimitri. No reason not to persuade them to focus their men fighting the empire and ignore the Alliance. Dimitri wouldn't even notice as he would be too focused on crushing Edelgard's forces.

>>5655114
>C): Ask how they feel about Ashe

>>5656366
And who's to say Dimitri won't find out about this discussion? Who's to say Felix and Sylvain will value their friendship with us over their loyalty to Dimitri? Dimitri literally just called us out during the Strategy Meeting because he thought we were here to run errands or spy for Claude. We assured him and all the commanders present that we're not here on Claude's behalf, including Felix and Sylvain. And now we're doing just that.
We're doing what Dimitri said we were, and even if he's mad beyond belief and they follow him only because that's what a loyal subject would do, at least Felix out of the two is clever enough to go 'The Boar is mad, but his paranoia pays off now and again. Better report this to Dimitri'.

Best case scenario of this write in is that both Felix and Sylvain tell us off and that they'll overlook this gross overstep just this once. Worst case scenario is that we get ourselves and the Blackwings executed by the Kingdom for being traitors.

>>5656323
>>5655114
Swapping votes to:
>C): Ask how they feel about Ashe

I don't like this choice either, it's the most inflamatory of the four given and is bound to create uneccessary tension just before the battle, but it's significantly better than this write in.

Looks like E wins by one. Writing

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>>5655114
At first glance, Sylvain and Felix appear to have not changed much in their personalities since your time together at Garreg Mach. Sylvain is still as much of a womanizer as ever, while Felix is still reserved, blunt and to the point.

“Sorry you had to go through that in there, Blair.” Sylvain says apologetically. “Dimitri’s heart is in the right place, but he’s been through a lot since the battle at the monastery all those years ago. I understand that he can be a bit hard to talk to. But trust me when I say that you and the Blackwings are a much needed and welcome addition to our band here. We all heard about your battle with the Almyrans at Fodlan’s Locket. You’ve really gone and made a name for yourself!”

>“Thank you, but there’s no need to apologize. I suppose it’s only natural that Dimitri should regard me with some measure of suspicion given my proximity to Claude over the last year. Still, what do the two of you think? Would you be willing to battle alongside the Alliance? If Lord Rodrigue’s estimate of 10,000 soldiers is accurate, that’s a major numerical disadvantage we find ourselves in. Even if the majority of the enemy were conscripts, we’d have a hard time cutting through them to make it to Edelgard.”

“I suggest you end that line of thinking there.” Felix says. “Partnering with the Alliance has been a subject of great debate around here, and it does have its merits. Ultimately though, it’s Dimitri’s decision, and it won’t be happening. We’ve petitioned the Alliance for aid in the past, only to be met with denials and claims that they had their own problems to deal with. Now that the Knights of Seiros have saved them from collapsing overnight, they seek to reach out and join hands? It’s obvious that Claude is only now giving us the time of day because he stands to gain from the Empire’s defeat at Gronder.”

“Dimitri believes that Claude wishes to use us as a battering ram against the Empire.” Says Sylvain. “To soften them up so that he can then swoop in and take the victory. Honestly, he might be right. I can’t say that guy ever seemed like the altruistic type back at Garreg Mach. If his plan worked, then the Alliance would have the strongest and freshest military in Fodlan. Claude may seem like a nice guy, but he isn’t the type to just sit back and do nothing with that power. We’d be trading in one Edelgard for another.”

>“Does that mean that we intend to fight the Alliance out there as well?”

Felix shrugs. “As long as they don’t get in our way, I don’t really care what they do. But if they become a threat to the Kingdom, then I’m fully prepared to cut them down, same as if they were imperial soldiers.”

>“So, it would be a three-way battle out there. The loss of life on all sides would be immense.”

>>5656663
“I wouldn’t concern yourself with any losses but our own.” Felix says. “I have no issues with you, Blair. But as you’ve seen for yourself, the Boar King is quick to mistrust. Everyone here at camp is willing to follow his lead. For us to succeed at Gronder, it will require everyone being on the same page. Individual soldiers acting on their own wants and desires will only serve to drag us down.”

>“I understand.” You weren’t sure whether you were just paying lip service or not. If the plan really was to go at it independently, then it was true that Faerghus would need every soldier backing the plan. The numbers at their disposal would not allow for any alternatives. You just weren’t sure if this ‘plan’ made any sense to you. Still, Felix was right about one thing. You were here in the capacity of a mercenary, serving an army of knights fanatically devoted to their liege lord. The leadership of this army had no interest in you taking over their strategy. If you pushed the idea of allying with the Leicester Alliance any further, it could spell grave consequences for you and yours.

“Enough about Gronder already.” Sylvain groans. “If that battlefield is to be my last then for the love of the Goddess lets at least not spend the final moments we have droning on about it as well.” He claps you on the shoulder. “Come Blair, I’m in need of some good cheer. Have you seen Ingrid and Annette yet? Let’s drink the night away and talk about the good old days. Bring Corrine too! Her lovely presence is always welcome.”

>A): Go with Sylvain and the others
>B): Stay with the Blackwings and make sure things are under control

>“I suggest you end that line of thinking there. Partnering with the Alliance has been a subject of great debate around here, and it does have its merits. Ultimately though, it’s Dimitri’s decision, and it won’t be happening."
>If you pushed the idea of allying with the Leicester Alliance any further, it could spell grave consequences for you and yours.
2 + 2 = 4. How astonishing, who could've predicted this. Doing exactly what we promised the Mad Boar we weren't doing would've lead to dire consequences, why I never! Thankfully B-support with both of these characters seems to have saved us from outright being executed.

>>5656664
>B): Stay with the Blackwings and make sure things are under control
We've already said the wrong things, spending a night drinking is going to make us say more things we shouldn't. Especially with Ingrid around it's bound to get heated, and then it's possible our friendship with the Lions aren't enough to protect us anymore.

>>5656664
>>A): Go with Sylvain and the others

>>5656664
>B): Stay with the Blackwings and make sure things are under control
Yeah that was pretty dumb. We basically didn't get anything done, and A will probably go badly as well like the other anon said.

>>5656664
>B): Stay with the Blackwings and make sure things are under control
Is this the first time double write ins actually made things worse

>>5656664
>B): Stay with the Blackwings and make sure things are under control
It was a big gamble which didn't pay off at all. At least we conveyed to them the immense disadvantage they would be at by forcing a battle with both, although that will do nothing if the Alliance decides to get in the Kingdom's way.

Oof, this is rough. Not unexpected, though.

>>5656664
>A): Go with Sylvain and the others

Eh, we've got a C-Support with Ingrid and Annette. They're probably going to die, so we should check in, at least.

>>5656664
>>B): Stay with the Blackwings and make sure things are under control

>>5656664
>A): Go with Sylvain and the others

>>5656664
>>A): Go with Sylvain and the others

>>5656664
>B): Stay with the Blackwings and make sure things are under control

B wins. Writing

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>>5656664

>“I appreciate the invitation, Sylvain. But I should head back and check in on the Blackwings. As Felix said, we’ll all need to be on the same page for this upcoming battle. It’s my responsibility to make sure that my mercenaries are fully ready for what’s to come.”

Sylvain looks disappointed but does not offer a challenge. “If you say so. I still owe you for helping me retrieve the Lance of Ruin though. I’d love to be able to pay you back for that. Hopefully while I’m still able to.” He gives an awkward laugh that causes Felix to give him a scathing stare.

You make your way back to where the Blackwings have stationed themselves in camp. Fortunately for you, Corrine has done an excellent job as your second in ensuring that each mercenary knows where they should be and who they should be reporting to. You find that there’s very little to do right now as you walk around the camp. Eventually, you’re stopped by a familiar face.

“Oy.” Anemone calls out to you. She’s leaning against a half-open tent. As you take a peek inside, you can see Eulalia hard at work on something. The sound of clanging metal assails you even from where you are standing.

>“How are you enjoying the camp?” You ask the Agarthan. “It must be a change of pace for you to be surrounded by all these people.”

“Not particularly.” Anemone responds. “I’ve been undercover in human settlements for years now. Staying with a group of mercenaries isn’t anything too unusual for me.”

>“Tell me, I’m curious to hear your thoughts on the current situation.”

“Honestly?” She leans even further back, staring towards the sky. “I think this whole thing is idiotic. And I’m a bit surprised you’d be willing to be part of it.”

>“Not one to mince words are you?” You wince.

“You know full well who the true enemy is.” Anemone says. “The Empire is a mere distraction that they employ to divert attention from themselves. Furthermore, the morale in this camp is deathly low. It seems as if the knights of Faerghus have already come to accept their imminent death. I just can’t help but think there’s something better we could be doing with our time. The way I see it, the Kingdom of Faerghus is a lost cause. Better to leave it to be destroyed, than to be caught up with it.”

>“With your help, the chances that we win would be increased. Won’t you lend us a hand?”

Anemone shakes her head. “I already told you. I have no interest in your human conflicts.” She pauses for a moment, before continuing. “That being said…I believe there’s a good chance that the Empire may utilize the Agarthans in their ranks. This appears to be a dire battle for Adrestia. One that they cannot afford to lose. I don’t plan on helping you battle against the rank-and-file imperial soldier. However, should I sense the presence of Agarthan influencers out there, then I believe this would be the perfect opportunity to eliminate them."

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>>5658087
>“Do you believe we may encounter another Sage out there?”

“It’s certainly possible. They won’t just let all the work they’ve put into corrupting the Empire go to waste. If we do find any Agarthans out there, you can be sure I’ll be close by to strike them down.”

>“I suppose I can be at least grateful for at least that.” You sigh.

“Take what you can get.” Anemone says, walking towards you. “I hope you know what you are doing. I’ve grown somewhat fond of you, Blair. And I’m relying on you to help me root out the rest of Shambhala. I cannot afford you dying here. So, it’s imperative that you succeed, no matter the cost.”

>“Can I rely on whatever Eulalia is cooking up in there?” You gesture towards the tent where the Agarthan is hard at work.

“Not yet.” Anemone says. “The state of that spearhead you gave her was horrific to say the least. She’s still at work reconstructing the shaft, as well as putting her own finishing touches on the blade. You won’t have it in time for Gronder I’m afraid. Rest assured though that Eulalia is Arcadia’s foremost expert on blacksmithing. With her at the helm, whatever she cooks up is sure to spell doom for your enemies. All the more reason you must succeed and come back to us alive.”

>“I’m thankful for her support. How is your study into Diogenes’ research going?”

Anemone shrugs. “Slow. The madman wasn’t taking me into consideration when documenting what he was up to. Still, I’ve come across some interesting findings in his notes. Apparently, the Empire had discovered the existence of two of the Four Saints, Indech and Maculi.”

>“Four Saints?” You ask quizzically. “You mean the ones that fought alongside Saint Seiros against the King of Liberation? Wouldn’t they be thousands of years old by now?”

“Assuming they possessed the blood of the Nabateans, such a feat would hardly be considered difficult for them. Diogenes’ notes indicate that their location had been discovered from secret documents retrieved during the Empire’s occupation of Garreg Mach and deciphered by their allies in the Orthodox Church. The Empire succeeded in slaying the two of them and harnessed their blood for use in Diogenes’ Crest research. That would explain how that bandit woman managed to acquire the Crest of Indech.”

>“Slaying two of the Four Saints…whoever was capable of such a feat would have to be incredibly strong.”

“Diogenes’ notes are scant on just who committed the deed. But like I said, I’ve only managed to scratch the surface of what he’d written.”

>You sigh. “Very well, I’ll leave you to it then.”

Anemone nods. “Remember what I said. I’m counting on you, Blair. Don’t die.”

You depart from the Agarthan’s tent. Night has fallen. There are a few Blackwings still moving around, seemingly unable to sleep. You approach:

>A): Clay
>B): Scratch
>C): Corrine
>D): Sebastian
>E): Diana and Shelley

>>5658090
>>C): Corrine

>>5658090
>>C): Corrine
Scratch and Clay would be interesting but man, gotta talk to home girl.

>>5658090
>B): Scratch

>>5658090
>D): Sebastian

We're finally back, fighting for his home country, after all. I'm interested in seeing what he's got to say.

>>5658090
>>D): Sebastian

>>5658090
Sebastian

>>5658090
>>C): Corrine

>>5658090
>C): Corrine

>>5658090
>>D): Sebastian

>>5658090
>E): Diana and Shelley

>>5658090
>D): Sebastian
Surely a man like him can bring some encouragement to the Faerghus soldiers.

>>5658090
>E): Diana and Shelley

D wins. Writing

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>>5658090
Though night has already fallen, the light provided by the camp’s braziers allow you to make out Sebastian training alone. The general is practicing swinging a large two-handed blade that seems far too heavy for someone like you to lift but fits perfectly in his hands. As you approach the sweating man, he acknowledges your presence, though does not cease his drilling.

“Commander.” Sebastian says through his exertion. You can see that beads of sweat are dripping off the man, suggesting he’s been at this already for a while.

>“Shouldn’t you be getting ready to call it a night, Sebastian? How long have you been at this?”

“Just a few hours. I need to make sure that I’m well and ready for Gronder Field. We face the toughest battle yet, against overwhelming odds and numbers that dwarf our own. I must be the shield that weathers the storm. The Empire will crash against my bulwark and find themselves lacking. Of that you have my word.”

>“I have no reason to doubt you. You’ve always been a staunch and reliable ally. Tell me, how do you feel about being back amongst the soldiers of Faerghus?”

Sebastian stops swinging his blade to take you in. He lets out a sigh before speaking. “At first, I was happy to hear that you’d accepted Duke Fraldarius’ offer. I felt that I’d been away from my king and countrymen for too long. Finally, a chance to fight at their side once more, and in a battle that would decide the fate of the entire Kingdom, no less. It was as if this was the moment my entire life had been leading up to.”

>“And now?”

Sebastian grimaces. “I ran into some old friends of mine while here. Fellow knights that I’d once taken my vows with. They filled me in on how things in this army have been. The lack of proper supply and trade routes have forced them to seize assets and supplies from the very villagers they were sworn to protect. Torn into two, the Kingdom has become plagued with bandits and cutthroats, left with no choice but to steal to survive. The King does nothing about it. His only focus has been on Adrestia, and his single-minded obsession with its Empress. Those who do not share the same single-minded enthusiasm for bloodshed as him are accused of being sympathizers for the Empire at best, or collaborators at worst. Many do not return at all. It’s only the Faerghus code of chivalry that is keeping this army together. And I fear even that will not be enough in due time.”

>“To think the Knights of Faerghus could be so blindly loyal that they would still choose to serve the King under such circumstances.” You realize the gravity of your words and who you just said them to. “Apologies, I spoke out of turn.”

>>5659114
Sebastian shakes his head. “Truthfully…you’re not wrong. When I became a knight, I swore my oaths to King Lambert, Dimitri’s father. He was a valiant man. One who truly embodied the code of chivalry, and cared for and protected the common man. After his untimely passing, I’d had high hopes that his son would follow in his footsteps. Being here today though…I can’t help but wonder what King Lambert would think of all this. Loyalty to one’s liege is important. It’s the only thing that matters to a knight. But the sort of blind loyalty I see here disgusts me. If my Lord commanded me to cut off his hand, I’d refuse to obey such an order. And yet, Dimitri has caused himself no shortage of grievous harm by his own command, with nary a refusal from those at his side. He’s surrounded with sycophants and cowards, and I fear that the result now means the end of my home. All of my training, all those vows that I once swore, will soon be for nothing.”

>“Sebastian...”

“I should be the one to apologize. I’ve spoken out of line. Forgive me. My conversations with my former colleagues has put me in a foul mood. Rest assured that regardless of my feelings, I will fight to my utmost abilities. You can count on me, Blair.”

>Sebastian receives a Silver Blade! (+20 DMG, -5 SPD)

You return to your tent, with plenty on your mind to distract you from falling asleep. Tomorrow, you’re to report back to the command tent. You’ve received word that Lord Rodrigue has come up with the battle plan for Gronder Field, where you should arrive in just one more day. You decide to spend the night:

>A): Going over your old possessions (Receive a new item)
>B): Reminisce about your time in Rusalka (+2 MAG next battle)
>C): Remember the time spent with your father (+2 STR next battle)
>D): Spend the night with Ashe (+2 SPD next battle)

>>5659114
>C): Remember the time spent with your father (+2 STR next battle)

>>5659116
>C): Remember the time spent with your father (+2 STR next battle)

>>5659116
>>A): Going over your old possessions (Receive a new item)
Oh shiny

>>5659116
+20 damage? goddamn that's a good sword
>C): Remember the time spent with your father (+2 STR next battle)

>>5659116
>D): Spend the night with Ashe (+2 SPD next battle)
UNTIL HIS BONES BREAK

>>5659116
>A): Going over your old possessions (Receive a new item)

>>5659116
>A): Going over your old possessions (Receive a new item)

I can't resist.

>>5659116
>>D): Spend the night with Ashe (+2 SPD next battle)

>>5659116
>D): Spend the night with Ashe (+2 SPD next battle)

>>5659116
>D): Spend the night with Ashe (+2 SPD next battle)

MUST HAVE CUTE BOY

>>5659116
>A): Going over your old possessions (Receive a new item)

>>5659116
>>5659130
I'll change my vote to
>D): Spend the night with Ashe (+2 SPD next battle)
Just to break the tie

>>5659116
>A): Going over your old possessions (Receive a new item)
Stop being horny.

>>5659542
The speed bonus is nice though

>>5659116
>C): Remember the time spent with your father (+2 STR next battle)

>>5659556
Ashekeks finding any excuse to spend time with him.

>>5659116
>A): Going over your old possessions (Receive a new item)
Shiny!

>>5659116
>C): Remember the time spent with your father (+2 STR next battle)

>>5659116
>D): Spend the night with Ashe (+2 SPD next battle)

>>5659116
>>5659540
At the risk of flip flopping, I'll change my vote back to:
>>5659130
>C): Remember the time spent with your father (+2 STR next battle)

A wins. Writing

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>>5659116
Your conversation with Sebastian leaves you with much to think about. Returning to your tent and unable to sleep, you begin sorting through your belongings. Within your trunk of knick-knacks, trinkets, and other items of personal importance, you find a curious item that you’d forgotten about. It was a small, green bottle with containing some indistinct liquid. Milly had brewed it once for some members of the company, claiming that it was an old family recipe. It smelled terrible though, so you hid the bottle behind your back rather than hurt the girl’s feelings. Theo had drunk some of the brew though and swore that it increased his strength almost ten-fold. For a short while, at least. You shrug. Maybe it’s worth the try.

>Strength Tonic obtained! (+7 DMG for 1 turn)

The next day, you’re awoken early by Corrine. It seems Rodrigue has moved up the scheduled meeting to discuss the plans for Gronder. Dressing yourself as quick as you can, you exit the tent and follow your lieutenant to the camp’s command room. When you arrive, you find Dimitri sitting in the center of the room, Dedue at his side. The other familiar faces are there as well, including Sylvain, Rodrigue, and Gilbert. Additionally, there are a few other fresh faces present.

"Blair! It really is you!” Annette cries gleefully.

“Blair, it’s good to see you again!” Ingrid says with a warm smile. “I’m looking forward to finally getting a chance to fly together on the same side.”

Annette and Ingrid, like the others, have aged gracefully. Annette has become a full-grown woman, while Ingrid is the picturesque image of a noble pegasus knight. Seeing the two of them together and thriving fills you with hope that you stand a chance at Gronder.

>“Thank you for having me, both of you. We have much to catch up on.” Indeed, you did, but now was not the time. From the mood you were reading in the room, things were about to heat up fast.

“Now that we’re all here, how about you start.” Felix says, motioning towards Rodrigue. You notice quite a bit of coldness in how Felix refers to his father. The two certainly make a strange family.

Rodrigue clears his throat. “Lady Ingrid has returned to us with news from her scouting expedition. The Empire has arrived at Gronder Field and has begun preparations to fortify the area for the battle.”

Sylvain shrugs. “Not exactly comforting, but that’s not much of a surprise. They were closer to Gronder than we were. Not to mention they aren’t hampered by the same logistical issues that we’ve been dealing with. This was always going to be a defensive battle for them.”

Rodrigue nods. “Our estimate of their number is still somewhere around 10,000, with the potential possibility for reinforcements. Now, please direct your attention to this map here. It’s a tad old but should still serve as a good frame of reference for the battlefield.”

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>>5659954
You peer down at the map blanketing the command table. You recognize it as one of the same maps you studied before the Battle of the Eagle and Lion. The forests, rivers and ruins that dot it are all seemingly where you remember them being. In particular, the middle of the map grabs your attention. It’s here where Rodrigue scribbles something down. You recall this was the site of a large, raised platform that contained a ballista. It would have been a source of great trouble for you during the mock battle, had Hubert not suggested burning it down.

“I understand some of you are familiar with this battlefield.” Rodrigue continues. “We’ll approach Gronder from the north. Over here, on our west side, is where our scouts have reported the Leicester Alliance’s army is currently marching. Preliminary reports suggest their army numbers somewhere between six to seven thousand regular troops.”

All the more reason to ally yourselves with them, you quietly think. But you know better than to vocalize that thought. At this point, there’s no chance of it happening. At the very least, regardless of whether your factions had an alliance or not, the Empire would still have an additional several thousand enemy troops to contend with.

“The Empire’s engineers have been hard at work, fortifying defensive positions and building out trenches.” Rodrigue continues. “In particular though, our scouts report that they’ve been working day and night on completely rebuilding the wooden platform here.” He points towards the middle of the map. “They’re turning it into a sniper’s nest. In addition to the ballista, which has been completely rebuilt to fire several bolts at once, there’s now room to fit several archers. Given the tower’s location and design, it seems that they have the capability to fire down from it in a complete circular radius. I believe that this tower will serve as the crux of the Empire’s defense here. If we wish to stand any chance of taking out Edelgard, we’ll have to make sure it falls.”

“That thing is scary.” Ingrid interjects. “I’ve seen it for myself. As long as it’s on the field and under their control, we’ll be unable to take to the skies.”

“Hmph, why don’t we turn it against them then?” Dimitri asks. “Let them feel the full brunt of their insidious designs.”

“I believe that may be our only choice, my King.” Rodrigue says. “Circumventing the tower will be impossible. The casualties they’d inflict on us would be immense. We’ll need to punch a hole straight down south and capture that tower first, doing our best to weather the oncoming storm of arrows. It will be a tough job, but we have no shortage of armored knights and calvary that should be able to make it through with minimal casualties. Once they reach their destination, they should have no issue slaughtering the defenders within.”

“So, who’s got the lucky job?” Sylvain asks, dread evident.

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>>5659955
“I’ll go.” Felix says. “With the Aegis Shield I should be okay. And I haven’t met an archer yet than can contend with me in close range.”

Rodrigue nods. “Felix is a good choice to lead the charge. With an elite vanguard that possesses high physical defensive capabilities, as well as his Hero’s Relic, I believe he can succeed. Once the tower falls, the rest of our army will begin marching south, towards the Empire’s main camp here, nestled in between these ruins. This army will contain Dimitri, Annette, Sylvain and Mercedes. Felix, you’ll rendezvous with them after the tower falls. With five Hero’s Relics, you should be able to fend most of the small fry away, while also dealing with any Demonic Beasts you might encounter.”

“What of the Alliance?” Annette asks. “How do they factor into this?”

Rodrigue pauses before continuing. “While we have no alliance with Leicester, we have no cause to battle them as well. So long as they stay out of our way and focus on attacking the Empire on their front, things should be okay. In fact, if the Alliance winds up taking the bulk of the attention away from our own men, all the better. It means getting through to Edelgard will be all the easier. Still…” Rodrigue trails off. “In the event that Claude were to try something underhanded against us, I believe it may be prudent to have a small scouting party in play to warn us. A group with high enough dexterity and speed to be able to outmaneuver Claude’s own scouts and report back to us.”

“What is our role in this?” Ingrid asks, gesturing to you.

“You’re to stay grounded until the tower has been dealt with.” Rodrigue answers. “It’s far too dangerous to send you out before then. Once it falls though, you and your knights, along with the Blackwings, are to counter the enemy’s own flying units. The Empire will have no shortage of wyvern and pegasus knights at their disposal, and they’ll all be trying their hardest to hit our backline and sow discord. You need to keep them off our flanks, and make sure the skies are clear. Once you do so, your task will then be to identify and eliminate key targets. There will be several high-level commanders and soldiers in play here. Eliminating even one of them will help pave our way through to Edelgard.”

“Understood.” Ingrid says.

>“Very well.” You say.

“Blair, I understand that not all of the Blackwings are mounted fliers.” Rodrigue says. “I’d like to borrow some of your soldiers for our attack on the tower, as well as to assist our scouting party on the Alliance’s flank. Is there anyone that you could recommend?”

>Choose two Blackwings to assist Felix in his assault on the sniper tower.
>Choose two Blackwings to monitor the Alliance and report any trickery.

Hoo boy. And so it begins.

>>5659958
>Choose two Blackwings to assist Felix in his assault on the sniper tower.

>Sebastian
>Roxanne

They're our (physically) tankiest lads. If anyone can weather the ballista storm, it's them.

>Choose two Blackwings to monitor the Alliance and report any trickery.

>Caleb
>Damian

Caleb's a no-brainer. We need all of our fliers on deck, so Nero and Ava are out. Ashe would be a good choice, but... we need to make sure he's in sight at all times.

>>5660008
Whoops. Changing this real quick. Instead of sending Damian for the scouting mission, send...

>Milly

She's only marginally faster than Damian, but she also has much higher Dex. It's a shame she doesn't have as strong ranged options, but I'm sure she can probably throw knives.

>>5659958
Sounds like a plan.

>Choose two Blackwings to assist Felix in his assault on the sniper tower.

>Sebastian
>Roxanne

> >Choose two Blackwings to monitor the Alliance and report any trickery.

>Caleb
>Milly

>>5659958
>>Choose two Blackwings to assist Felix in his assault on the sniper tower.
>>Sebastian
>>Roxanne

>Choose two Blackwings to monitor the Alliance and report any trickery.

>Caleb
>Milly

Ingrid didn't hold a grudge over the years, how about that. I guess the war and our performance in it, especially us aiding the Kingdom as we were starting out helped her have a change of heart. Or at the very least she decided to let bygones be bygones.

>Annette and Mercedes will march against the main Empire army with Dimitri
Oh no no no no, this will not end well at all.

>>5659958
>>5660008
>>5660015
>>5660055
I would rather do:
>Uriel
>Roxanne
for the first choice.
While Uriel isn't as tanky as Sebastian against raw physical DPS, he has the Blessed Lance to self-heal and Mend to help keep allied casualties on the approach to a minimum. It also makes the assault slightly less vulnerable in case they just slap Mages in the tower instead of Archers (remember, the Adrestian Empire has an abundance of mages compared to the rest of Fodlan) as Uriel has an average amount of RES, as supposed to Sebastians grand total of 7.

Most importantly though, we're fighting the Empire. The Silver Snow Empire. They will absolutely have multiple Demonic Beasts guarding this tower, or will be keeping them nearby to spring a trap on anyone attacking the tower, so Uriel with his double effectiveness against them (Personal Skill + Lance) would absolutely slaughter them, no contest. He also fucks over Dark Mages thanks to his Skill, in case they run in to any of those on the approach, but that's less likely than running in to demonic beasts.
It's also not the smartest to send both of frontline tanks of our group against the Empire if we need to turn and face the Alliance. Keep Sebastian around in case Claude does something stupid and we need to plug the line.

For the second choice I'd go:
>Ava
>Milly
if Ava isn't in danger of being hit by the Ballista. Milly, as an assassin, is the perfect choice for scouting since she can probably hide well and sneak about, but you can only see so much from the ground. We'll need an aerial unit here or risk missing any sneaky movements by the Alliance army.

>>5659958
>Uriel
>Roxanne

>Ava
>Milly

>>5659958
Support >>5660116

>>5660116
Hm, you make some good points, but I'm still a little worried because there are certain 'requirements' for each section that are requested, namely 'high physical defensive capabilities' and 'high enough dexterity and speed'.

Uriel might be a serviceable replacement for Sebastian, but the healing from his Blessed Lance is reliant on him attacking-- he could use Mend instead, but if he gets sniped by two or three bolts, he might not be able to keep everyone topped off faster than he would be taking damage. The idea that he could take down demonic beasts there for a faster clear might be good too, but between Felix and the support from the other Blue Lions (Dimitri, Annette, Sylvain and Mercedes), I think they'll probably be fine (granted, the other Blue Lions are to rendezvous *after* the tower is taken, so really ,it'd be up to Felix and the Vanguard to clear, which does raise a concern-- though I still think that Felix will be more than enough in that regard).

Keeping Sebastian in reserve for a potential flank (and to stop him from being sniped by mages) might be good idea, but I also think it would be putting his talents to waste. We have plenty of capable infantrymen in the Blackwings-- although they might not be as bulky as Sebastian-- they can still handily go toe-to-toe with Empire or Alliance soldiers. We have the advantage of unit quality here, between the Kingdom Knights and the Blackwings, so we should leverage that against the Empire and Alliance where we can.

I have no qualms for swapping Caleb for Ava; though she'd have to remain grounded or else she'd get shot down pretty quickly. It does leave me a bit concerned that we're essentially tying up one of our air captains when we were hired to assist with air superiority in the first place, but if she can make it back in time, I suppose it should be fine.

With all that said, I think I'll maintain my vote. Your plan does sound feasible though, so hopefully there are multiple avenues to correct unit placement here.

>>5659958
>Choose two Blackwings to assist Felix in his assault on the sniper tower.

>Uriel
>Roxanne
While Sebastian may be an armoured monster, we need to capture the ballista with haste. Heaviliy armoured units would not ony slow us down, but be a perfect target for the repeating ballista. They're not going to tank that.

>Choose two Blackwings to monitor the Alliance and report any trickery.

>Caleb
>Milly
I'd rather take no risks with Ava. She's a flying unit and we don't know the full strength of the upgraded Ballista. What if it had increased range, manouverability and firepower? Not taking that risk.

>>5659954
>while Ingrid is the picturesque image of a noble pegasus knight.
While we are black armored, black horse flying magic slinger, man, we really did become like the nega-Ingrid didn't we?

>>5659958
>Uriel
>Roxanne

>Caleb
>Milly

>>5659958
>Choose two Blackwings to assist Felix in his assault on the sniper tower.

>Sebastian
>Roxanne

>Choose two Blackwings to monitor the Alliance and report any trickery.

>Caleb
>Milly

>>5659958
>Choose two Blackwings to assist Felix in his assault on the sniper tower.

>Uriel
>Roxanne

>Choose two Blackwings to monitor the Alliance and report any trickery.

>Caleb
>Milly

>>5660234
+1

>>5660234
+1

>>5660648
>Choose two Blackwings to assist Felix in his assault on the sniper tower.
>Uriel
>Roxanne

>Choose two Blackwings to monitor the Alliance and report any trickery.
>Caleb
>Milly

Wins. Writing

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>>5659958
For the assault on the tower, Roxanne and Uriel come to mind. While Sebastian could also fill that niche, the knight lacks the same sort of mobility available to Uriel. His own skillset may be better suited to crashing into the Empire’s infantry once the tower is captured. As for the scouting party, you quickly settle on Milly and Caleb. Besides being amongst the quickest and most dexterous amongst your troop, they both have natural chemistry. If the Alliance does move to attack the Kingdom’s flank, they’ll spot it and report back before they run into any trouble.

>“There is. I’ll have suitable mercenaries available to you for each task.”

Rodrigue nods. “Very good. That concludes our meeting. I’ve yet to see a plan that goes off without a hitch, and we find ourselves facing a motived Adrestian army with competent leadership and tacticians behind it. We’ll all be required to keep a certain degree of flexibility and adapt as needed. But if we all play our parts right, we may come out of this on top.”

“We WILL win.” Dimitri corrects his retainer. “We must. For all the pain and suffering that wretched ‘Empress’ has inflicted upon the world. We will revisit it all upon her head tenfold. Let them throw as many of their soldiers against us as they wish.” Dimitri stands and grips the spear on his back; Areadbhar, the Hero’s Relic of House Blaiddyd. “I will slay as many imperial dogs as it takes. They are all guilty. Not a single one of them will escape retribution for the sins that they bear! There will be no stopping my wrath. The voices of the dead will have their vengeance at long last.”

Perhaps in other camps, such a monologue from the army’s commander might have inspired a roaring round of applause and cheers. Some sort of affirmation that the soldiers and officers present were fully behind their leader, if not in mind at least in practice. However, there’s hardly so much as a peep here. Everyone from Faerghus bears a determined look, but behind it, you can sense what can only be described as exhaustion. How long has Dimitri been like this, and how long have these people had to humor him? All those long years holding their true thoughts to themselves, afraid to offend or betray their King, simply grinning and bearing it. Perhaps Sebastian was right. And he wasn’t the only one. Ashe would never be able to justify to himself his decision to join the Dukedom. But in this moment, even though you’d never say it aloud, you were glad he deserted these people. What good was it to die for a King who had long since abandoned his sense? You once found such notions of chivalry inspiring. But now…

“We resume our march.” Rodrigue continues. “We shall arrive to Gronder within the next day. Make your final preparations, and may the Goddess see us all to victory.”

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>>5660823
Everyone exits the tent in a rushed fashion, as if they were afraid the walls were about to close in and leave them trapped with their liege lord. Corrine meets your eyes again, giving you an incredulous look. The two of you have been close together for five years, and you almost telepathically know full well where she’s getting at. You had a sinking feeling in your gut and a splitting headache telling you that there would be some dearly grave decisions to make tomorrow. She walks off to inform your selected captains of their duties tomorrow, and finish unit preparations.

The march to Gronder continues undeterred by any further meetings for strategy. The pace is brisk, and the weather warm and gentle. There are no marching songs or cries for victory that one would typically find in an army of this size. Dimitri leads a pack of ghosts into battle. Some part of these men died long ago, and now the only thing that keeps them moving is a desire to sate their king’s vengeance. You hear murmurs amongst the Blackwings, who find the entire situation strange. The silence unnerves a few of your men, who crack a joke or try their best to strike up a conversation, only for the quiet to quickly return. After a few failed attempts to break the status quo, your mercenaries cease trying.

The army camps for the night, only a few paces away from Gronder. As you’re finishing inspecting your troops, a hand slaps down on your arm. You turn to find Sylvain there, smiling. In his other hand is a bottle of wine.

“Hey! You blew us off last time, but you’re not getting away again that easy. Us Blue Lions are getting the class back together for a quick toast before the battle. As an honorary member, your attendance is non-negotiable. Bring Corrine too! The two of you can fill in for Dimitri and Dedue.”

>“Drinking before the eve of battle? Is that really a wise idea?”

“Hey, this is going to be the last battle we ever have! I think we deserve a little bit of a reprieve; don’t you think?” His face contorts into a grimace. “Sorry, lost track of my words there for a second. This ‘might’ be the last battle we ever have. And if it is, I think we should enjoy ourselves a drink. Nothing too crazy, don’t worry.”

>A): Accept
>B): Decline

>>5660825
>A): Accept

>>5660825
>>A): Accept

>>5660825
>A): Accept
Blair started the quest pure and will end up a depressed alcoholic with a weed addiction.

>>5660825
>A): Accept

Let's say our goodbyes. Most of these guys won't be coming back.

>>5660825
>A): Accept

>>5660825
>>A): Accept
I say if the chance comes up we take Mercie and leg it.

>>5660825
>A): Accept
We're all going to die aren't we?

>>5660825
>A): Accept
Might be a moment to finally ask about Ashe

>>5660825
>A): Accept

>>5660825
>A): Accept

>>5660825
>A): Accept
As unanimous as it gets

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>>5660825
You and Corrine follow Sylvain to his personal quarters; a tent barely larger than those the regular soldiers are sleeping in. As you step inside, you find a small table has been set up, with a few Blue Lions already there waiting for you. Annette sits at one side, drinking from a delicate looking teacup. Across from her are Ingrid and Mercedes, who is currently fiddling with the former’s hair, despite her protests. Felix is at the head of the table, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

“Hey! Liven up everyone. I brought our drinking companions for the night.” Sylvain shouts, announcing your presence to the group. “Put the tea away, Annette. Tonight, we drink to our good fortune tomorrow!”

“Blegh!” Annette sticks her tongue out. “You know I hate that stuff. Couldn’t you find anything sweeter?”

“Times are tough, my dear. We must make do with what we have.” He reaches into a chest, producing several serving cups, and begins distributing them amongst those present. You and Corrine take a seat opposite Mercedes and Ingrid.

“It really is nice to see you again, Blair.” Ingrid gives you a warm smile. “It’s kind of funny to think that only a few years ago you and I were at this exact same battlefield opposing each other. And now, we’re going to be fighting on the same side.”

“Yes, if I recall correctly, Blair won that bout did she not?” Corrine says smugly. Your face reddens and you move to chastise her but before you can, you’re surprised to hear Ingrid laughing.

“Yes, she did. I was immature and mad, that I can’t deny. But I suppose that’s just the way battles go sometimes. It was a learning experience to not let my emotions get the better of myself. I suppose I can at least thank you for that, Blair.”

>You shake your head, helping yourself to a glass of Sylvain’s wine. “It was a dirty trick. No surprise it was Hubert’s idea.”

Ingrid shakes her head. “Trick or not, you came out on top during the mock battle. I just hope you have a few more up your sleeve come tomorrow. I’ve heard much about the dreaded ‘Witch’ and her band of mercenaries. I’m looking forward to flying with her.”

“Oh yes!” Mercedes interjects with a surprised expression. “Is it really true what they say? That you cook the bones of your enemies in a cauldron and can change the weather at will?”

“It is.” Corrine says.

>“It is not!”

The Blue Lions erupt into laughter. Even Felix seems to join in on the merriment, helping himself to a cup of sour wine. Annette asks you to fill the group in on some of the adventures you’d been up to since leaving Charon all those years ago.

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>>5661781
You regale them with tales about the battle at Fodlan’s Locket, and how you slew the Almyran Warlord, Jaswant, in single combat. You tell them about rooting out members of the Pro-Imperial faction of the Alliance and preventing them from defecting to the Empire. And you even talk briefly about your recent experience in Ordelia. Though you are careful about the details you share, you tell them about the Agarthans, and your battles with them as well.

“So, that girl Monica, and Tomas too. They were what you call Agarthans?” Ingrid asks.

>“Yes. There’s little information about them, but we know they possess the ability to shapeshift, and I believe they’re the reason for the corruption behind the Empire. I’ve made it my goal to seek them out and destroy them wherever I can. The one I put to the sword in Ordelia was one of their leaders. With him dead, their presence in Leicester should have diminished greatly.”


“Hmph, I always thought there was something strange about that whole ordeal with Monica and Tomas.” Felix says. “Details were scant on our end, since it was the Black Eagles who ultimately took care of them. But, I did think it was strange how quickly their existence was covered up following the incident at the abandoned chapel. Regardless, if they’re with the Empire, I’ll cut them down all the same.”

“That’s right.” Sylvain says. “So, you began fighting them to avenge Martha and Xavier? I remember those two well from when we fought against my brother. They were an energetic pair. Always at each other’s throats, yelling and poking fun. Though I believe deep down they did care for one another. And they seemed to value you greatly as their squad leader.”

>“What happened to them was horrible. To be subjected to torture and experimentation at the hands of those villains…to be turned into a Demonic Beast…I couldn’t support the Empire if they were one and the same. I won’t rest until Fodlan is safe from their clutches.”

Ingrid nods. “All the more reason we must win tomorrow. Edelgard needs to be stopped, and we’re the only ones that can do it. This goes beyond simply a dispute between countries. This is a battle of good vs evil. And I believe the Goddess is on our side.”

Felix snorts. “I don’t know about all that, but you’re right. We can’t sit around and wait for a miracle to happen. Fodlan’s future is riding on the outcome at Gronder. Tomorrow, the enemy will be fighting out of their fear of Edelgard and Hubert. Meanwhile, our men will be fighting to seize their home back from the Empire. To avenge all the family and friends they’d lost at the hands of Adrestian aggression. They may seem quiet and solemn now, but that will soon change. Each one of them is as motivated as Dimitri is to see Edelgard’s head on a pike. The difference in reason alone may be enough to see us through this.”

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>>5661783
“Dimitri…” Mercedes looks sadly into her cup. “If only he’d joined us. And Dedue too. Then it would be a real class reunion.”

>“Well, you’re also missing Ashe, no?”

“That traitor?” Felix grimaces. “Who cares about him?”

“Ashe…” Ingrid’s face darkens. “To think he’d have sided with Count Rowe after all his talk of knights and chivalry. And to turn tail during the battle of Garreg Mach. He’s no Blue Lion.”

“I don’t wish him any harm.” Mercedes says solemnly. “I hope that he’s been able to escape the fighting and live a peaceful life. If not for his sake, then for the sake of his siblings whom he cared so much for.” Annette nods in agreement.

“Sorry, Blair. I know you two had a thing going on back at the academy, but we’re not exactly too fond of him around these parts.” Sylvain says with an awkward laugh. “Oh, speaking of which! Is there anyone you’re seeing right now? Surely the lovely ‘Witch’ has no shortage of men lining up to try and woo her?”

So, that was how they felt about him? In a way, you understood it. They’d only known Ashe during their time at Garreg Mach, of which they didn’t even share a full year together. And having turned to the Dukedom’s side, it was only natural they’d feel animosity towards him. Still, something about how they referred to him was heartbreaking. You believe Ashe truly felt remorse for his actions, so much so that he was even willing to fight at their side here, albeit in disguise. He still held some sense of affection towards his former classmates. But it was too late. That class has been driven apart. You hear Sylvain’s question, but you fail to muster up the resolve to answer. Sensing your predicament, Corrine steps up.

“No boys for Blair until the war is over.” She says. “That’s our rule. Sorry, Sylvain, but you’ll just have to wait until we win.”

“Ugh, how cruel.” Sylvain groans. “To think such a beauty has been marching off to battle without the affection of another! Well, what about you Corrine? Is there any man that’s caught your eye?”

“Man? Not quite. Women, though, that’s a different story. In fact, there are some within this very tent I’m having trouble keeping me eyes off.”

“Eh…heh…” Ingrid laughs awkwardly.

“It’s getting late.” Mercedes yawns. “Goddess, where did the night go?”

“Mercedes is right. We should retire.” Annette says. “Big day tomorrow, and all.”

“Wait! We can’t leave without a toast!” Sylvain declares. “Blair, you’re the guest here. I’ll leave the honor to you. To what do we toast to?”

>A): To victory
>B): To King Dimitri
>C): To returning from Gronder together
>D): To destroying the Empire
>E): Write-in

This toast is totally going to have unseen ramifications, right?

>>5661785
>C): To returning from Gronder together

>>5661812
you worry too much :)

>>5661785
>C): To returning from Gronder together
To Edelgard and the Empire!

>>5661785
>C): To returning from Gronder together
Do you smell that? There's darkness in the air, the scent of a cunning and cruelty spreads all around us, it's him, and him is me.
Hubert's coming for the lions.

>>5661785
>D): To destroying the Empire
Yeah I don't like C, it feels off for some reason but I'm too much of a smoothbrain to explain why.

>>5661785
>>B): To King Dimitri
Maybe we can regain some trust

>>5661785
>C): To returning from Gronder together

>>5661785
>B): To King Dimitri

>>5661785
>>5661859
I'll change my vote to:
>B): To King Dimitri

>>5661785
>>A): To victory

>>5661785
>C): To returning from Gronder together

Read: Nobody made it out.

>>5661785
B): To King Dimitri

So 3H without spoiling anything how would you predict this upcoming battle? A single word will suffice.

>>5662158
Heartbreak

>>5662158
Tears

>>5662158
Death

Way to be positive guys

>>5661785
>>C): To returning from Gronder together

>>5662158
Chaos

>>5662713
Finally you're speaking my language

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>>5661785
>Several options pop through your head. You could toast to victory, but what would that really mean? Even if you won tomorrow, the loss of life was sure to be grand. You could toast to the King, Dimitri, but if you were being honest, he wasn’t exactly an inspiring figure for you right now. Destroying the Empire might satisfy some of the people in this room, but not you. You want to see your home liberated from Agarthan influences, not destroyed outright. So, you settle on where your true desires lie. “To all of us returning safely from the battlefield tomorrow. This was fun, and I’d love nothing more than to do it again with each of you.”

“Now that’s something I can get behind!” Sylvain exclaims excitedly. “Here here!” The group all raises their glasses high and drinks. Afterwards, you and Corrine depart from the tent, and head back silently to your own quarters for the night.

The next day, the Kingdom’s army finally arrives at Gronder Field. You’re greeted by warm weather and clear skies, perfect conditions for war. You notice that for the first time, the Kingdom’s soldiers seem to finally have a pep in their step as they finish their final preparations. Perhaps what Felix had said about their motivation was correct. They are single-mindedly devoted to defeating the Empire, and now that they’ve arrived at Gronder, they’ve woken up from their self-induced trance. The Blackwings are not far behind. There’s a buzz in the air to get this battle going with. You meet with the captains you’d selected for Rodrigue prior to heading out.

“Letting me take part in the vanguard? You really do know the way to my heart, Blair.” Roxanne says happily. “It’ll take more than an oversized bow to stop my charge. We’ll have that tower captured in no time.”

Uriel nods in agreement. “I appreciate the young lady’s enthusiasm, though I ask that you don’t get too carried away. We face an enemy that has nearly succeeded at conquering the entire continent. It’s safe to say that they will hold nothing back against us.”

The two captains, along with several of their hand-picked men, depart to meetup with Felix and his soldiers.

“So, we’re keeping an eye on the Leicester Alliance and making sure they don’t backdoor us?” Caleb asks. “Gotta say, feels funny saying that. We’d been working for them for so long, I can’t imagine having to fight any of them. Hopefully it won’t come to that, but if it does, you can be sure we’ll be one step ahead of them.”

“I’d really prefer a less dangerous job…” Milly trails off. “But, if I’m your girl then that’s that. We’ll keep a good eye on the flank for you. Just come back safe, okay!”

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>>5663350
Caleb, Milly, and their soldiers follow the first two captains in meeting up with the other Faerghus scouts. Most of the other Blackwing captains and soldiers would be attached to the regular Faerghus infantry, under the command of Corrine and Sebastian and operating under Dimitri and Rodrigue’s order. For now, you were left with the company’s pegasus and wyvern knights. Numbering 40 in total, they’d follow your lead as you worked together with Ingrid. Diana, Shelley, Ava and Nero would work with you in a five-man elite unit. Meanwhile, thanks to her Crest and Luin, her Hero’s Relic, Ingrid would be a force to be reckoned with all on her own.

“I hear you’re gonna become a Countess if we win.” Nero says to you. “This job ain’t exactly paying much to write home about, but I expect once you become proper nobility, you’ll remember your friends kindly.”

“I’m just glad I get to shoot down Empire rats for once instead of monsters and snake people.” Ava says. ‘Not a single one of those overgrown pigeons will make it to the ground safely.”

>“Any updates?” You ask Ingrid, who has flown over to join you and the others on a steep hill overlooking the battlefield. You manage to find a spot where you’re far enough from the ballista to avoid being shot down, while still close enough to join the fray once it became safe to fly.

“The Alliance arrived earlier this morning, almost exactly when we did.” Ingrid says. “Right now, they’re content to sit pretty on the east side, near the forests. It seems like all three of us are now just waiting for someone to make a move.”

>“That someone will likely be Dimitri. I can’t imagine he’s content to sit around and stare Edelgard down.”

“You’re from the Empire, you must know something about their wing divisions, right?” Ingrid points towards the horizon. Though it’s too far to make out any specific banners or insignias, the Empire has a plethora of their own wyvern riders and pegasus knights dotting the sky above them. And there were likely still more that were grounded for the time being.” “Are there any companies or soldiers that we should be wary of?”

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>>5663353
There was the obvious one. You had no idea if the Hellwings were here or not. In fact, there’d been very little news on them at all. From what you were able to gather from rumors and hearsay, they’d been active during the war, often times flying covert missions for the Empire. Naturally, as was befitting of your one-time brother, anywhere he went death followed. Rex d’Rusalka, the Empire’s strongest wyvern lord. Could you beat him? Perhaps. You’d grown much stronger since he’d last seen you, experiencing countless fighting against powerful opponents and garnering no shortage of magic that could shred through a wyvern. But you weren’t sure. There was no doubt that Rex had also grown stronger and feasted on a plethora of foes. Rex had always seemed an insurmountable mountain. Growing up, the idea that you could one day become stronger than him had the same likelihood as you suddenly growing wings. An impossible daydream a child might have. Truthfully, you held no grudge against him. Though he would often tease you, almost to the point of bullying, you felt that he did like you on some level. He’d welcomed you into his home, and held no grudge or disdain against you, an adopted child of his father. When you’d last seen each other during the Mock Battle, he even seemed almost proud of how much you’d matured. If the Goddess was merciful, Rex was somewhere else presently indisposed.

“The Hellwings.” You answer Ingrid. “Rex d’Rusalka’s company. They’re the most veteran of all the Empire’s wings. If we face them, it could spell trouble.”

“I see…” Ingrid gives you a look. It isn’t judgmental or suspicious, but she seems to sense your internal conflict. She knows your background well. “I’ve heard much about the Sky Shadow. They say he’s quite strong. Should we face them out there…perhaps it would be best if you left him to me? You can deal with his subordinates.”

Ingrid seems to be throwing you a bone here.

>A): Agree
>B): Disagree
>C): Write-in

>>5663356
>A): Agree
>But if you look like you are in trouble, I'll come to your side.
No need to lose a friend over our personal matters

>>5663356
>Disagree
>I'd like to avoid engaging him altogether, frankly. but should our forces come to blows, I do not intend to shy away from an enemy, no matter their might or what history may bind us.
like hell im gonna let that narrative opportunity pass us.

>>5663356
>C): Write-in
"Rex and I have some matters to settle, but I fear I alone may not be enough to take him down. I would be delighted to have you by my side. I know he would not hesitate to play dirty, so fighting him with both of our strength is only fair, don't you think?"
Gotta flatter her a little bit, but there's no way we're passing up on that fight and letting her get massacred.

>>5663356
>Disagree

Hell no this is such a potential big moment for the story

>>5663356
>>5663474
+1

>>5663353
>>5663474
+1

>>5663474
Support.
Even with Luin there is no world where Rex doesn't decimate her.

>>5663356
>>5663474
Backing this.

>>5663356
>>5663474
Support
Yeah I 100% see Rex fighting as dirty as possible in order to take the user of Luin out. Also this is a nice parallel to the last time these two were in a fight at Gronder.

>>5663356
>>A): Agree

>>5663356
>>5663474
Yeah I support this, I was also thinking of Blair and Ingrid joining forces together to fight him.

Ingrid the pegasus rider of the kingdom and Blair the darkflier formerly of the empire! Together the two opposite yet the same riders strike as one against the formers brother of ages lost!
A white and black pegasus in union striking down a sickly green draconid wyvern! On top of it a man of thousands of battles with a wild fucking mane!
The battle of the century is at hand as these three forces shall clash above a desperate struggle of a war, the winner will take all!!!!

>>5663356
>>5663474
+1

>>5663474
+1

>>5663474
Support

>>5663474
Supporting

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>>5663356
>You understood what she was doing. Regardless of Rex’s own individual skill, Ingrid wished to spare you the pain of having to fight against someone you used to call your brother. And while it was true that she would have a greater chance against him than you would, together you’d be a force to be reckoned with. “Thank you, Ingrid. However, Rex and I have some matters to settle. Perhaps it would be better for us to take him down together. I would be delighted to have you by my side. I know he would not hesitate to play dirty, so fighting him together is only fair, don’t you think?”

Ingrid gives you a sympathetic look, but ultimately does not offer any protest. “Very well. I don’t need you to tell me about the Hellwings. I’ve lost many of my own comrades to them in the past. We’ll work together and take them down. The skies belong to us today, Blair.”

>You gain a B-Support with Ingrid!

“Look, something’s happening!” Diana exclaims.

You sensed it before she could even speak. A surge of magical energy emanating from the Imperial camp. From this distance, it could be only one thing: siege magic. Several fireballs suddenly appear in the sky above the ruins the Empire is using as their base. They hover in the air, growing larger and more numerous, before they split into two groups and begin sailing towards their intended targets. The first wave strikes the Alliance Army head on, exploding upon contact and kicking up a mountain of dust and earth. The second wave heads straight for where Dimitri and the Kingdom’s infantry currently are. Before the fireballs can land on their targets though, you see a bright blue flash come from the area in question. The fireballs suddenly explode in mid-air, as if colliding with an invisible wall. The Kingdom’s army stands strong, having been barely affected by imperial siege magic.

“The Rafail Gem.” Ingrid says from next to you. “The Hero’s Relic of Lamine, currently in possession of Mercedes. It allows her to greatly nullify enemy attacks. To think she’d gotten so adept with it that she could even block the enemy’s siege magic. She can be really scary when she wants to…”

Horns begin blaring from each side of the battlefield. You can hear Dimitri’s voice over the noise, amplified by magic to reach the rest of the army. He has no rousing speech or motivation to share before the battle begins. True to his fashion, his announcement to the army is simple and to the point.

“Kill every last one of them!”

The Faerghus Army, which up to this point had acted as if it were made up of shambling husks, erupts in an ear shattering roar. They begin to move forward, with Felix and his vanguard at the tip of the spear.

“That was totally scary…” Diana says next to you. “I knew that the Empire had strong mages, but I’ve never seen anything like that. They would have burnt us to a crisp before the fight even started!”

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>>5664190
Something told you that wasn’t just the Empire’s mages at work. Even from this distance, you could make out large blots on the ground that were unmistakably Demonic Beasts. Coupled with that display of magic just now, you were sure more than ever that this wasn’t just the Empire you were up against. You look behind your shoulder towards the sky. Anemone was here somewhere, watching the battle from a front-row seat. Had she already realized there were Agarthans here? She’d already told you she would not help you here, but the presence of an Agarthan Talon or Sage would spell a different story.

“They’re clashing.” Ava says, stealing your attention back to the frontlines.

Felix and his vanguard had just collided into the Imperial front-line head on. Though outnumbered, they had no issue punching through their inexperienced foe. True to Ingrid’s report, the large ballista on-top fires several bolts at once into the Kingdom’s frontlines. The damage is somewhat subdued thanks to Mercedes and her relic, but you can make out that there are some casualties. The ballista then rotates to the right and begins firing upon the Alliance’s army. Much like Rodrigue, it seemed that Claude also had the same idea of taking out the sniper tower first. Coming under attack from both north and east, the Empire’s snipers have their attention split into two, lessening the total damage they should have been able to inflict. A perfect example of what could have been accomplished had both sides chosen to work together.

“They’re losing ground!” Diana says happily. Indeed, Felix’s vanguard had the Empire’s front-line on the backstep. Every so often, you could see that same familiar flash of blue light emanating from that battle, indicating that Felix was hard at work utilizing his Crest and Relic to cut through. And he wasn’t the only one. On the Alliance’s side, you could make out the same blue light, likely coming from Hilda and her Relic, the great axe, Freikugel. If this kept up, the Empire would be forced back on both fronts and the Kingdom and the Alliance would seize the tower at the same time. Still, something seemed off.

“The Empire’s holding back most of their troops still.” Ingrid observes.

She was right. Given the size of their army, it looked as if the Empire had committed only a fraction of the number of soldiers that would have been needed to defend their precious tower. The bulk was still hanging back by the ruins. At this rate, the sniper tower would fall with hardly a challenge, and the Empire would be down a valuable battlefield asset.

“You’re better at this sort of thing than I am. What do you suppose their plan is?” She asks you.

>A): The Empire underestimated their opponents
>B): They’re looking to wear us down first
>C): This must be some sort of trap
>D): Write-in

>>5664192
>C): This must be some sort of trap
This is Hubert we're talking about. Knowing him, he would have planned for Dimitri and his men to just mindlessly massacre their way to the tower in order to capture it, so there's gotta be something wrong there. Hidden demonic beasts? Dark magics that would entrap and kill anyone present near the tower?

>>5664192
>C): This must be some sort of trap
Hubert laid out a similar strategy during the mock battle five years ago. A concentrated magic barrage to destroy the ballista, then wait while the Lions and the Deers wore eachother down.
This time is different though, is he trying to catch both armies as they assault the tower in one massive siege magic attack, and then pounce while they attempt to recover? Would Mercedes be able to block a full blast of that siege magic rather than just half of it?

>>5664192
>>C): This must be some sort of trap

>>5664192
>C): This must be some sort of trap

Damn

Mercedes just stonewalled an artillery barrage.
Probably saved dozens of lives, possibly over a hundred.

Radiating that hero power.

>>5664192
>C): This must be some sort of trap

>>5664192
>C): This must be some sort of trap

If they can't keep the hill, they'll burn it just to deny it to us. Just like last time.

>>5664192
>C): This must be some sort of trap
A couple of meteors taking out the forces converging on the tower and the empire is sitting pretty. That siege magic stunt earlier was 100% to make it look like a nice juicy target - Hubert must have known Mercy has her relic.

>>5664192
>C): This must be some sort of trap
I bet they have some explosives or magic set in place that would just nuke the tower... Or maybe they're planning on using a small javelin on it?

>>5664192
>C): This must be some sort of trap
I have a feeling the Empire wants the Alliance and the Kingdom to fight each other over the ballista, then take care of the remaining forces with a trap.

>>5664192
>C): This must be some sort of trap

>>5664192
>>B): They’re looking to wear us down first

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>>5664192
Even were the Alliance and Kingdom to combine, the Empire would still slightly outnumber both armies. So why commit so few troops to the defense of the tower? According to Ingrid, they’d been hard at work rebuilding it night and day. To give it up after such a paltry fight made no sense. The troops left to the tower’s defense did outnumber Felix’s vanguard, but the speed at which they were being cut down made you think it was likely they were conscripts. Men and women plucked from their homes and placed at the frontline in a desperate attempt to stem the tide. You knew Hubert likely did not care, but this seemed wasteful even for him. No, that couldn’t be right. He was the Empire’s great strategist. The last time you were here, it was he who suggested burning down the ballista before it could be used against the Black Eagles. There had to be something more to this.

>“It’s a trap…I’m sure of it…”

“Really?” Ingrid asks, astonished. “How so?”

>“I don’t know…but this isn’t how Hubert would operate. I spent enough time around him to know that much. Perhaps he intends to use another surge of siege magic to burn the tower down once it’s been seized by the enemy.” You shake your head. “But…would that even be worth it? At best he might slow down the vanguard and take a few soldiers down, but hardly worth the effort of building that wooden structure.”

“They’re taking it!” Diana shouts.

The last of the Empire’s troops on both sides are now routing. Deftly snuffed out by both Felix and the Alliance respectively, you estimate only half of the Adrestian front-line remains. Both offensives begin charging up the hill to take the tower. The ballista has ceased firing, and you can make out panic beginning to spread amongst the archers on its rooftop. With their assailants having now reached them, they abandon their posts and weapons, retreating from the tower and fleeing to the bottom of the hill back towards the main host. They are quickly replaced by their besiegers, who begin spreading around the roof.

“The tower’s been taken!” Ingrid shouts. “You know what that means. Let’s fl-!”

Ingrid is interrupted by a loud explosion that, even from your distance, shakes the very ground itself. Beathan neighs and stirs under you excitedly, causing you to try and calm him down. At the same time, you are forced to turn your eyes away from the sudden bright light that accompanies whatever is happening. When you bring your steed under control and look up, you’re shocked to find that the tower has been engulfed in a prison of flames that reaches up to the very top itself.

“Waaah!” Diana whines. “How?! I didn’t see them use any magic!”

>“Damnit, I was right. The way those archers fled; they must have known that damn thing was rigged to explode from the start.”

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>>5664994
The scene before you is chaotic. The Kingdom’s army, which had been planning to use the hill to march southward, has completely halted. Likewise, the Alliance’s army is also at a standstill. Both militaries have had their vanguards completely cut off. If Felix and the others weren’t killed in that explosion, they were trapped on that hill, and now desperately needed to either escape or be rescued. Just when you thought the situation couldn’t grow worse, you begin to notice something strange happening down below. The fire appears to be spreading rapidly, almost deliberately, down the western side of the hill. The flames continue to burn and extend out, looking as if they threaten to engulf the entirety of the western side of Gronder Field.

>“So that’s your plan, Hubert. If the Kingdom is blockaded from marching south or west, they’ll have to go east…through the Alliance’s army.” Damn that black-hearted fiend. Allowing him enough time to prepare the battlefield might be the biggest mistake made yet. Horns begin blaring from the south, and through the smoke and flames, you can make out signs that the greater Empire army is now on the move. And they aren’t the only ones. A rather large squadron of imperial pegasus knights cuts through the black fog. Based on their trajectory, they look as though they are going to strike the backline of the Kingdom’s army once afforded the opportunity.

“Enemy Pegasus Squadron ahead!” Ingrid shouts. “Let’s take care of them!”

>“Wait! What about Felix and the others? They’re trapped up there, and the only way out is towards the Empire’s army. Shouldn’t we try and save them?”

Ingrid shakes her head, looking perhaps somewhat unsure. “We have our orders! Lord Rodrigue said it was imperative that we defeat the enemy’s fliers before they could harass the main army. Felix is resourceful, he’ll just have to find a way to escape from that hellhole on his own!”

She was right, orders were orders. But the way things stood now, your squadron was the only one capable of saving the vanguard. It wasn’t just Felix up there. Many of your own men, including Sebastian and Roxanne were there as well. Could you leave them there to burn to death?

>A): Convince Ingrid to rescue Felix and the others first (CHARM x 2.5: Roll 1-60 to succeed)
>B): Ingrid is right, we need to follow orders and remove the enemy pegasus knights.
>C): Disobey Ingrid’s command. Fly over with your men and try and save the others.

>In the event A wins and you fail to convince Ingrid, do you follow or disregard her command?

>>5664996
>A): Convince Ingrid to rescue Felix and the others first (CHARM x 2.5: Roll 1-60 to succeed)

If that fails
>Follow her command
Splitting the troops leaves us sitting ducks to be picked off. Hubert is probably expecting some of our fliers to try to launch a heroic rescue so it needs to be all or nothing.

>>5664996
>>5665004
+1

>>5664996
>A): Convince Ingrid to rescue Felix and the others first (CHARM x 2.5: Roll 1-60 to succeed)

The sooner we can get our men out of the inferno, the better off the situation on the ground will be.

If that fails...
>Follow her command

Might as well do what we're paid to.

>>5664996
>B): Ingrid is right, we need to follow orders and remove the enemy pegasus knights.
If we go to save Felix and the crew we leave the rest of the army open to their fliers, and we know Rex is here. We can't let him run around doing as he pleases. Felix and his men will have to fend for themselves, we have to keep the big picture in mind.

>>5664996
>A): Convince Ingrid to rescue Felix and the others first (CHARM x 2.5: Roll 1-60 to succeed)
Surely our archers (notably our masked one) would be able to hold them off for a tiny bit before we rescue the others. We can then resume and attack them as soon as they're out of the inferno.

>Follow her command
Let's not split up.

>>5664996
>B): Ingrid is right, we need to follow orders and remove the enemy pegasus knights.
While it would be great to be able to attempt to save felix, it won't have mattered anyways if the Pegasus Knights start harassing our army and there is no one to defend it.

>>5664996
>A): Convince Ingrid to rescue Felix and the others first (CHARM x 2.5: Roll 1-60 to succeed)

>>5664996
>>B): Ingrid is right, we need to follow orders and remove the enemy pegasus knights.

>>5664996
>B): Ingrid is right, we need to follow orders and remove the enemy pegasus knights.
I'm gonna trust Felix and hour homies to survive this, god speed to you all.

>>5664996
>>A): Convince Ingrid to rescue Felix and the others first (CHARM x 2.5: Roll 1-60 to succeed)
>Follow if fail

>>5664996
>A): Convince Ingrid to rescue Felix and the others first (CHARM x 2.5: Roll 1-60 to succeed)
>Follow

>>5664996
>A): Convince Ingrid to rescue Felix and the others first (CHARM x 2.5: Roll 1-60 to succeed)
>Obey

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>A): Convince Ingrid to rescue Felix and the others first (CHARM x 2.5: Roll 1-60 to succeed)

Rolling.

>>5665871
RIP Felix

>>5665871
Aegis Shield it's all up to you now.

>>5665871
Damn low roll rules

Well you can do this Felix, trusting you bro fires no biggie for a swordsman like yourself.

>>5665871
F. I'm sure Felix can make it out, but I hope Roxanne and Uriel gets out as well.

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>>5664996
>“Ingrid, they’re completely cut off! If we don’t try to help them, they’ll either burn to death or be completely overrun!”

Ingrid, finding the resolve needed to stick to her decision, shakes her head firmly. “I said we have our orders, Blair! If you’re to be under my command, I expect you to follow them! Now come, we must not let those enemy pegasus knights make matters even worse for Dimitri and the others.”

>You bite your tongue. If you had any hope of convincing Ingrid, you’d already blown it. Separating from her command would only serve to divide your unit and make you that much weaker. You’d just have to hope that Felix, Uriel and Roxanne could make it out of there on their own. “Blackwings, we follow Ingrid’s lead! Move out!”

Ingrid and the few knights she has take off from the hill you’d been waiting at, and you and your mercenaries follow suit. You rapidly begin approaching the center of Gronder Field, where the chaos and confusion has only increased tenfold. The Kingdom’s main army has been forced to divert course and begins moving towards the right side of the battlefield, closer to the Leicester Army. Hubert, having anticipated that the army would be forced to turn their back on them, must have sent these enemy pegasus knights to hit them from behind. As you draw nearer, you figure that the enemy fliers number sits somewhere around 60, all of which are pegasus knights. That fact sets your mind at ease a bit. Were these the Hellwings, most of them would be riding wyverns. Knowing that the enemy in front of you is not Rex and his men makes you that much more confident that you can beat them.

Ingrid serves as the tip of your spear. From where you’re flying behind her, you can see her unsheathe Luin from her back. The enemy squadron did not see your group emerge from behind the hill, and they’re caught in the side completely unaware of your unit’s presence. Luin flashes brightly alongside Ingrid’s crest activation, and the heir to House Galata charges forward in a blinding flash. Before you know it, five enemy pegasus knights have all been cut down in a spray of blood and viscera. You and the rest of the Blackwings follow suit, slamming into the surprised foe. Your Killer Lance deftly cuts the head off a pegasus, sending its rider screaming down to the ground below. Two pegasus knights turn towards you and raise their weapons, only for Diana and Shelley to fall upon them. In a flash, both women are cut down, and sent to join their comrade down below.

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>>5666108
The three of you form a tight wing, fending off all enemy attacks and countering, either with fatal blows against the rider or the steed. Behind you, Ava is picking off enemies with her bow. Pegasus Knights adept with a bow are a rarity, and at such close range coupled with the element of surprise, Ava’s targets are fish in a barrel. One of her arrows finds purchase in an enemy rider’s throat. The woman loses control of her pegasus, careening into one of her comrades and sending both of them plummeting. By now, over half of the imperial wing has been decimated. Despite each of them being experienced riders, they are no match for Ingrid, Luin, and the Blackwings.

The imperial wing has recovered from the surprise attack and begins fighting back with greater efficiency. You watch as an enemy rider’s spear pierces through the back of one of Ingrid’s knights. The rider retrieves her weapon to block an attack from one of the Blackwings. With two rapid thrusts, she takes down both rider and steed, killing your subordinate. You’ve seen that sort of weapon before. This rider is using a Brave Lance, a rare and special type of weapon that allows her to make multiple rapid attacks. Based on her equipment and skill, you take her as the leader of this imperial wing. The two of you make eye-contact and move to engage each other. You lash out with a wide swing of your Killer Lance, but the woman is fast, and manages to clash her own spear with yours. Suddenly, she speaks to you.

“That disgusting black pegasus can only mean one thing. You’re the Witch of the Blackwings, aren’t you?” The woman says.

>“That’s what they call me.”

The woman hisses. “Of all the rotten luck. I didn’t even want to be here, you know!”

>“Well then leave!”

You pull back before she can strike at you with that Brave Lance. This one is definitely more skilled than the others, and likely their captain. Diana and Shelley have split up, engaged in battles of their own. Likewise, Ava and Nero are also dealing with their own enemies. It seems that this one would be left to you.

>A): Engage the captain in melee-combat. That Brave Lance is dangerous, but her physical defense should be weaker than her magical resistance.
>B): Attack her with magic. With proper usage of wind magic, you should be able to take her down.
>C): She said she doesn’t want to be here and seems to be somewhat of a coward. Maybe you can convince her to leave. (CHARM x 1: Roll 1-24)
>D): Backup and wait for aid from your allies.
>E): Write-in

>>5666110
>A): Engage the captain in melee-combat. That Brave Lance is dangerous, but her physical defense should be weaker than her magical resistance.

Let's save our Aircaliburs for a Wyvern Knight or two.

>>5666110
>B): Attack her with magic. With proper usage of wind magic, you should be able to take her down.
She's a strong enemy. Let's keep her at bay with one use of wind magic while we wait for archers to be ready to strike her.

Also, I'm wondering... Would it not be possible to use wind magic to spread the ballista fire to the southwest, to the empire's positions? I don't know how easy it'll be, but if they can get caught by their own trap, it would definitely get us a strong advantage.

>>5666110
>>B): Attack her with magic. With proper usage of wind magic, you should be able to take her down.

>>5666110
>B): Attack her with magic. With proper usage of wind magic, you should be able to take her down.

>>5666108
>Objective: Survive
oh boy
>>5666110
>B): Attack her with magic. With proper usage of wind magic, you should be able to take her down.