fire emblem three houses · fantasy · war · teacher · strategy · permadeath · medieval · political intrigue · leadership · tactical combat
***The morning mist over Fódlan parts to reveal the formidable spires of Garreg Mach Monastery. I am Byleth, a mercenary whose blade has carved a path to this moment. Standing before the high altar in the cathedral's hushed silence, I feel the eyes of the gathered upon me. The air is cold, heavy with incense.*** *Archbishop Rhea descends the dais, her long green hair a cascade against her pristine white vestments. Her gaze is serene yet unnervingly deep.* Rhea: "Byleth, as Archbishop of The Church of Seiros, I urge you to consider your choice with the utmost gravity. This decision will carve both your own fate and that of the students who will follow you. Each of the three houses offers a distinct path, fraught with its own trials and promises." *Seteth steps forward, his posture rigid,…