#falchrom

[princessmacedon]

hide and go hide again

She hated the dark. Or, well, she didn’t really hate the dark-- not always. But darkness like this, closed and cloying, the weight of dread settling in your lungs and weighing upon your heart? Maria hated this kind of dark. 

At least she was awake for this, and the cold was less noticeable after having come from the floor above. Still, with the utter darkness now and the human shaped hole in the ice earlier... something was out here, she was sure-- probably something she had tried to save. Her stomach twisted; she had only wanted to help. 

“I’m going up there,” the little princess whispered, voice hushed by the mood. Flashing one last smile at the group (could they even see it?), she darted ahead on light feet, sticking as close to the wall as she could. Nothing rose from the gloom to trip her or trap her, but still. She couldn’t shake the feeling that it would.

@asphuxia

[verseandrhyme]

wise enough to play the fool

@falchrom | Any Skill +1

Mitama grumbles to herself as she unfastens the gauntlets around her hands. If they were going to have them exchange weapons upon arrival, why did they not warn them before hand so that she did not waste her time putting the damnable things on.

She huffs a sigh and looks around. Already, people have shuffled off to pairs and exchanged weapons, as demonstrated by a few cautious swings or clumsy fumbles.

The proposition makes sense, in theory. But Mitama cannot help but wish they had done so with a smaller group.

Stepping out of the way of someone stumbling under the weight of their newly found axe, Mitama looked around for the group to spot an unclaimed partner. Eventually, her eyes landed on an unfamiliar man with blue hair carrying a sword.

Well. She supposed that would do.

Finally getting one of her gauntlets off, she tucked it under her arm as she approached the other, working on removing her second gauntlet as she walked. “Pardon.” She calls, eyes glancing down to her arm once she is certain she is close enough that it is clear she is speaking to him. “Do you have a partner for the task yet? If not, may I claim that role?”

[falchrom]

Claim your prize

Starter for @princessmacedon

The carnival is in town! Nothing like a little truancy and fried treats of your choice to spend away an entire afternoon… And giant, stuffed plushes and shiny prizes catch your eye. “Play a game?” The booth attendant holds out a rickety toy bow. How hard could it be? [Grants Bow +1]

Arriving back at the Monastery had been a blessed relief after his time up north in the country of Sreng. If he never had to visit those frozen wastes again, he would be very happy. He was grateful to all his fellow students and staff on their team sent up there by the Church of Seiros, especially Maria who had saved his life on multiple occasions. Not only had the healer fixed his various wounds he’d acquired when traversing the floors of the bunker, in the final battle she’d used her magic to block an attack he was certain would have finished him off. Chrom wanted to thank her for this.

They’d been back at the monastery about a week when an opportunity presented itself when a carnival set itself up in the town. Chrom had fond memories of visiting a travelling fair with his sisters back home in Ylisse. He decided to go take a look at it, see if it was worth it before asking anyone to come too.

The carnival was easy to find, an array of colourful tents and flags filled the market square. Members of the fair, dressed in equally bright garb as their tents, were shouting into the crowd to encourage folk to try out their games and rides. Passing by one booth, Chrom spotted a neat row of prizes along the back wall including some giant stuffed plush and other trinkets. The sort of thing he could gift someone he wanted to thank …

“Play a game?” The stall holder enquired, noticing the Ylissian’s attention on his wares. He held out a small bow towards Chrom who saw that the game itself was some sort of shooting gallery. He’d hunted back home and was a fair enough shot.

“Sure, I’ll give it a go. If you could give me half an hour, there’s someone I want to bring along.” He said, before rushing back to Garreg Mach.

Upon retuning from his brief excursion, he went looking for Maria to invite her to go with him. He felt that the princess would enjoy an afternoon off, a chance to relax after the previous month. He came across Maria in one of the rose gardens.

“ Erm… hey. I noticed there’s a carnival in town and it’s got . Have you been to one before?”

Chrom was aware that he was rambling slightly but outside of battle he found it hard approaching those of the female persuasion. Wiping his hands on his cloak, he tried again.

“Would you be interested in checking it out with me. It’s been a while since I’ve seen one and it could be a fun way to pass the afternoon?”

[nagaficat]

black eagles but make it pegasi

The Pegasus Moon gets its name from the herds of wild pegasi that flock to their snowy nesting grounds. Nestled in the tall mountains, Garreg Mach sees plenty of snow-white pegasi come wintertime. This year, however, the school is abuzz with news that a flock of black pegasi have stopped close by, searching for a suitable place to nest. Their feathers are of particular interest to certain students, as they are said to amplify a mage’s power. With final exams just around the corner, many are looking for a little boost to their power. [Grants Reason +1]

Even though she's only been at the academy for a short time, Deirdre has heard the gossip about the black pegasus flock many times already. It must truly be a beautiful sight to see a flock of wild pegasi but a rare black flock would be breathtaking! With the supposed magical properties of the feathers, she's determined to set out and see them in person. If she could get her hands on a few of the magical, goth, Extra feathers, they'd be a perfect gift for the magical, goth, Extra man in her life!

It wouldn't be fair to gather feathers without bringing the pegasi a treat in return. After tea one afternoon, Deirdre fills her pockets with the extra sugar cubes. She notices one of her classmates watching her curiously and turns to give him a shy smile. "Have you heard about the pegasi flock that is nesting nearby? I would love to see them and well, horses like sugar, do they not?"

@falchrom

[futurerequiem]

❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ sender holds a weapon up to receiver as a threat

Something caught his eye as he passed by the training grounds where he spotted a blue haired lady demolishing the training dummies. Her skills were impressive and there was a familiarity to her strikes. It was very similar to the way he fought ...

Interesting ...

Making a split second decision, Chrom entered the ring, grabbing a training sword as he went. He attempted to grab the sword-wielders attention by pointing his blade at them.

"Unique fighting style you got there. How about a challenge?"

self-indulgent ask meme

She hears footsteps approaching her, and at first she thinks it's one of her friends wanting to spar, but then she hears that voice, and she freezes.

She sees him out of the corner of her eye, sees the training sword in his hand pointing at her.

Lucina steels herself, and turns to face him.

Chrom stands in front of her, and he looks almost the same as when she last saw her father before coming to Fódlan. There are a few differences from the one she knew though.

He doesn't have any weariness in his eyes, and upon a closer look his appearance is youthful. Not marred by grief or war.

Lucina wills herself to stay strong. She can't go having an emotional reunion with him when he has no idea who she is.

"If it's a challenge you want then I accept." She pushes the sword pointing at her down with her own. "But I must warn you: I learned from the best." She says fondly, proudly.

She’ll have to ask Gerome if has a spare mask to lend later.

For now, Lucina hopes Chrom doesn't notice anything unusual about her left eye.

[falchrom]

Chrom followed Hapi down to Floor 3 alongside Edelgard. The corridor they found themselves in gave Chrom a bad feeling, even without the sinister cube floating behind them. He wasn’t sure why it had decided to go with them but he suspected it wasn’t a good reason.

His suspicions were proven to be correct when Hapi attempted to cross to the door they spotted at the opposite end of the corridor. His heart leapt to his throat when the hidden panel activated the buzz saws ready to chop them into indistinguishable bits. Thankfully she made it through unscathed, calling back to them to join her.

‘Great’ he thought ‘My turn’

Not wanting to get mauled by numerous sharp pointy objects, Chrom readied himself to sprint down the corridor. He set of like a gunshot making it to the door at double speed. Panting at the brief exertion he checked over for injuries. Fortunately (depending how you look at it) the only casualty was the ends of his cloak which were a little frayed.

“Well that was unpleasant” He said to Hapi. Looking back down he could have sworn the blades were closer than they had been a second ago. “Come on Edelgard, we need to hurry” He called back down in an encouraging tone. Soon she had joined them too.

The cube had followed them down the hallway, cackling in a menacing way as it glowed. He think he preferred it when it was less sentiment. Examining the door before him, he pushed against it experimentally to see if he could persuade it to open, a bit like Orochi had done with the elevator hatch. No luck.

“Do either of you know how to open the door?” He asked the others. “You investigated the door upstairs Hapi, did you figure that one out?”

He wondered if the cube would know anything. It couldn’t hurt to try. There weren’t a lot of options and those saws were still approaching. He was getting that desperate. “Would you open the door for us please, Sir cube?” He asked, addressing the floating cube. Yes he was laying on a bit thick but never know, flattery might actually work.

Indeed it did, as the cube seemed to blush a deeper blue as it spun mid air apparently thinking.

"𝓢𝓲𝓻 𝓒𝓾𝓫𝓮," it repeats. "𝓢𝓲𝓻 𝓒𝓾𝓫𝓮... 𝒪𝒽 𝓎𝑒𝓈…”

Time was getting short. He hoped it gave an answer soon.

"ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ɪᴛ, ɴᴏ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ. ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀʟꜱᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴏꜰ ʟɪᴇꜱ.”

Cyptic as usual but it was something to work with. Looking back to the door he spotted a small square hole in the wall next to it around his chest height. There was a red light pulsing within. A mechanism?

“Here take a look at this. It might help us open this door, but …” Glancing behind him one more time. “We’re going to have to be fast” @eymr, @ashen-curse

Bring it, Square Cortana || Team Bunker, Floor 3

It seemed that while she and Eir had been focused on finding a way to get the doors to open and remove the grate from the vent in the ceiling, a buncha stuff had happened- a buncha stuff that looked pretty dangerous however, so Hapi actually wasn’t upset at the fact that she had missed it all. Still, she did feel a bit of worry for the others who had managed to get into trouble- damn, don’t these people have some sense of self preservation? They can’t afford to get too hurt in this hellhole in the middle of nowhere, sheesh.

And then…there was also this talking cube that Hapi honestly wasn’t even sure what to make of it. It looked kind of awesome though.

Getting inside that dingy elevator and finally crossing onto the floors below, Hapi found herself in Floor 3- which was pretty barren. A corridor that lead to a creepy hall, and another that lead to a small flight of stairs on the opposing direction. Honestly? Neither seemed particularly attractive options, as Hapi wasn’t too interested in getting into trouble that could potentilly lead to either her or anyone from her group badly injured, but the only available option was the floor above which was taken over by ice.

Enough cold for today. Ugh.

Once more the groups had all gone to investigate different areas- and Hapi found herself with Edelgard (who looked pretty roughed up) and Chrom. And the cube, who insisted in tagging along- fine, fine.

     “I don’t know about you guys, but isn’t this place a bit too weird? For a bunker supposedly under control of the Church it looks nothing like the monastery. Well, not that them hiding things from us is any novelty.” The last portion of her sentence was little more than a murmur. Shady bastards. She continued to walk down the corridors, magenta irises focused on the strange lines following the walls- all extending to a single point at the end of the corridor. A door, with a blue square on top of it.

     “Well, doesn’t that look not-suspicious.” She said with a frown, yet continued to approach the door- with careful steps. There could be traps, or there could be none. Regardless, she could already tell that this place from the start didn’t want to cooperate with them.

The buzzing from the ground the moment she stepped on a hidden tile on the floor was proof of it- and in a second the walls around them burst into action with all kinds of pointy things ready to tear them apart. “Dammit-! Dammit, Hapi!” She cursed at herself for being so unaware, sprinting to the safer end of the hall. With her back pressed against the wall, she was facing her companions.

     “Quick, get here or you’re gonna get skewered!”

@eymr or @falchrom

[nagavoice]

scary, scary, quite contrary

phantasmagoria starter for @radiantpriamos and @falchrom !

        “ARGH! OH, HOW FOUL!”

          The manakete’s exclamation is accompanied with a punch, delivered swiftly to the cleaver-wielding ghoul who thought it fine to lunge at her. Tiki wrinkles her nose as the fiend lands onto the ground with a lifeless thud, the ensuing echo from its fall fluttering between the fake cobwebs that littered the dark, dimly lit hall. Silence follows, broken only by the loud, resounding drips of (what she hopes is) fake blood. 

         She takes a deep, shaky breath. Her hands are starting to turn clammy, but the sweat that emerges is dry thanks to the chill hanging in the air. In terms of the atmosphere and aesthetics, the students who had set the attraction up had done a splendid job, but that really only meant that she would find herself faring worse than she’d care to admit. 

         “Really, I’ve not found these dreary old halls to be fun at all.” she pouts, brushing dust off of her uniform, “But I suppose there’s little to be done about it. We must press onward.”

         It’s a task easier said than done, what with the dismembered limbs and other such bodily bits that lay strewn on the floor, but if Tiki takes it step by step and ignores the concerningly realistic fingers that are scattered by her feet, she finds she can manage... somewhat well. She suppresses the urge to gag a bit better, at least.

( she cannot pretend to be any braver than she is —— but for the sake of them all, she must try... )

         “How are you two? Chrom? Priam?” she turns around to face her companions, her dread masked with a tone of calm, “I fear our journey to the end will be a difficult one, but I believe we can make it out.”

          ...Assuming the ghosts didn’t get to them first, she thinks.

[grandmaster-librarian]

I Almost Didn’t Recognize You With Two Sleeves!

@falchrom

>It was a always a nice day when Robin could spend the entire day reading. Such days were common now as she was a librarian, but she could still appreciate it. She had cherished her time with the Shepherds back in Ylisse, truly. And maybe there was a corner of her inside not satisfied with this lifestyle, not challenged enough, but the heavy near constant responsibility of a keep dozens alive no longer weighed on her.

>Robin also missed the friends she had made in Ylisse dearly. They were the first she people she knew after all, it was hard not to get attached. And so when she saw a familiar shade of blue, she nearly jumped from her seat. Robin softly call out to her friend and waved him over.

>“Chrom. Chrom, over here.”

[ulirblood]

@falchrom

she'd had so many shocks today, edain is glad to be able to sit down for lunch in the cafeteria. really, just a moment of calm for her would be nice. edain picks up her tray, a cute little fruit tart and a stir fry with a variety of vegetables in it. there was a glass of water, too, of course. she’d have to be careful not to spill it on anyone. she takes a look around the room, wondering where to sit. there were certainly a number of bustling cafeteria tables. she could sit with some of the class that she teaches...

no, she should try to make friends with other students other than with those in her own class, shouldn't she? with the thought in mind, edain looks for the first unfamiliar face she can spot, heading over to what she thinks is a black eagles student. "hello, i hope i'm not intruding upon anything. is it alright if i sit with you?" she asks, patiently waiting for an answer with her tray in both hands.

[soliegis]

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?

      ☀   //    botanical headcanons.  /  @falchrom

generally, ephraim learns. he’s in a position where he can’t really afford not to, and fortunately he’s not the type to take action solely based on emotion. he also has a lot of empathy, and is very cognizant of the fact that he is not really his own person, and so is strongly moved to reconsider if he sees others suffer for his poor decisions. ( if only he suffers for it, he’s less likely to learn from the mistake, but that’s why eirika is usually there to get upset and scold him for getting himself in a bad spot, which allows it to circle back to ‘ seeing others suffer ’, so that’s how that check-and-balance usually works. )

that said, when it comes to his rationalized ideas about how he feels he should act, he can be very uncompromising. it’s one of the few times when ephraim, usually accommodating and unforceful, really tightens the slack. so while he’s open to acknowledging other people’s perspectives that might be different from his own and taking them into consideration, most of the time in the moment he will do what he believes anyway, and it would take failure for his behavior itself to see actual change. even in these moments though, though it may look like it to the beholder, it’s not really impulse; it’s more that he’s very assured in his beliefs and subsequently decision-making capabilities, and doesn’t have much tolerance for open discussion at critical junctures. he’ll be in a better state to be open-minded about it later.

[falchrom]

Arriving at Garreg Mach

Chrom adjusted the pack slung over one shoulder and looked up at the imposing towers and walls which made up Garreg Mach Monastery. It had been a long journey from his home in Ylisse to the continent of Fódlan but if he was going to attend a military academy then he wanted it to be the best. The Officer’s Academy was renowned throughout for its quality of teaching and class of future leaders.

Besides it wasn’t as though he was unused to time on the road, having spent the past year since coming of age roaming around the countryside of his own nation. With his dear sister Emmeryn running the halidome in his absence, he had taken the opportunity to travel with his band of knights, The Shepards, to get to know the land and its people. Chrom wanted to understand the problems they faced in their day to day lives so he could better aide them once he returned to the capital. Months spent fighting off local bandits profiting of others, wild animals stealing livestock and the general issues face by those less fortunate than himself.

It had been an enlightening experience. He’d learnt a lot about himself both his strengths and more importantly his failings. He had garnered much praise for his combat skills, particularly his aptitude with the sword. This was to be expected based on the years of training he’d undergone. His faith and trust in other others, especially his Shepards, was a core tenant of his. Everyone deserved to be given a chance to prove themselves and most had honest intentions. Of course, he wan’t going to go round trusting random bandits and rogue mercenaries but otherwise he was cautious of judging too soon.

This was a doubled edge sword as he had known betrayal over the years from this outlook. However, this approach had been net positive in terms of relationships so he was sticking with it. More worrisome was the recklessness tendencies of his which many had drawn to his attention. Chrom would admit that sometimes his emotions sometimes got the better of him and he’d rush into the fray without a thought. Not wise for a commander where his decisions directly impacted the safety of those he lead. Hopefully something he could learn at the Academy is to pause and use his head.

The road was widening and in the Monastery getting closer with every step. Almost there, his mind turned to sillier questions. He imagined historians writing stories about his rule, of the wandering prince helping the people. He much preferred the role of reluctant protagonist that operated in the background than the main focus. For now, let his sister Emmryn keep that role as the exalt. Stuffy politics and tactics were not for him, the opportunity to be on the ground directly helping his people was better. He aimed to avoid rising to the throne for as long as possible.

Banishing those musing from his head, he noticed he’d finally arrived at the front gates. He nodded to the Gatekeeper in greeting.

“Good day, I’m Chrom…”

Chrom paused before giving his full name. He’d rather his heritage wasn’t known here. Less expectations, more freedom to make mistakes and learn without feeling like his every move was being watched.

“… from Ylisse. I’ve come to join The Officer’s Academy.”

[asphuxia]

princessmacedon:

“I do!” She beamed in the Helian princess’ direction, then gestured to Kass brightly. “Eir, this is Mister– oh– Kass!– and he wants to get out, too, so he’s looking for generators with us!” Pause; turn. “Mister, this is Eir! She’s one of our teammates!” An ill time for introductions if ever there was one, but better to know your allies when you could.

princessmacedon:

At last, the voice she was hoping to hear, and Maria smiled before she had the chance to finish turning. Scurrying a step forward, closer to Kass and the generator in question– and, more importantly, to Eir– Maria nodded, welcome shapes and faces finding definition in the small space around her. 

“I do!” She beamed in the Helian princess’ direction, then gestured to Kass brightly. “Eir, this is Mister– oh– Kass!– and he wants to get out, too, so he’s looking for generators with us!” Pause; turn. “Mister, this is Eir! She’s one of our teammates!” An ill time for introductions if ever there was one, but better to know your allies when you could.

“Mister Kass seems really good with generators, Eir,” Maria called, lowering her voice again. “I think he even fixed this one! If you go look for more, I’ll be right behind you once I know it’s true, okay?” 

@asphuxia

the glimmer of light that makes its spark known even in this place gives eir reason to raise her hopes; the voice that raises is unmistakable. maria introduces the both of them, despite the situation they found themselves in; in that, at least, she is grateful for the lingering sense of normalcy. her gaze brushes over kass as he fiddles with the generator, and eir gives him a nod— thought it was debatable if he could see such a thing— in acknowledgement. 

“... okay. take care of yourself.” and with that, she feels the bulk of her worries disperse; so long as maria was, for the most part, safe, she felt breathing become ever so slightly easier. eir continues to scout the room, moving ahead; she takes a left and— there, the instinctive feeling she’d gotten holds itself true. the metallic gleam of the generator is visible even through the dark.

“maria, there is another close to you,” she calls, hoping that despite the hushed tone of voice that it would reach her friend regardless. “... i can try to repair it.”

@falchrom​ !

[falchrom]

Pumpkin carving - open to all!

One of the traditions they had for this type of festivity back in Ylisse was carving shapes into the skin of pumpkins before placing candles in them to makes spooky lanterns. Chrom wasn't sure if they did the same here but wanted to do it himself anyway. Maybe he'd inspire others to give it a go.

Passing by the kitchens he begged one of these orange vegetables from the chefs, promising to return the flesh for cooking. Taking it back to his room, he started the messy the task of scooping out the insides.

Once this was done, Chrom pulled out his small dagger and paused wondering what he wanted to carve on the pumpkin this year. Scary faces were traditional but he wasn't feeling that inspired.

Loooking up, he caught sight of his brand in the mirror, standing out clearly on his shoulder. Picking up the blade again, the warrior begun copying the symbol into the tough skin of the vegetable. It was crude but still recognisable by the time he'd finished.

Proud of his work, he placed a couple of candles inside before leaving the finished lantern outside his room door. Wandering down the corridor back to the kitchens, Chrom kept an eye out incase anyone else had made a lantern.

Feel free to describe your muses creations if they want to make one too

[falchrom]

"Chrom!" He hadn't set a tracker spell on this guy for nothing. Honestly, crown prince and all, he must have been so busy handling the transition that they hadn't crossed paths until they were already parting different ways. "Chrom," Henry repeats, wondering why it was so nice to spout the guy's name after he hadn't done so for so long. (Or at least, not to his face.) Whatever the tingly, touchy-feely reason it was, Henry was going to do what he did best and push it under a rug for safekeeping. "Chrom!"

Okay. Now he just sounded JUST a little dull around the ears.

"Ahaha~ They say that if you repeat someone's name three times, they might just appear in your mirror at night. Spooooky! But here you are, in the flesh! Anyways..." He wasn't a softy but he sure did follow by example. Pulling out a charm, dashed in hideous ink, Henry folded it into the prince's palm. "I heard from Elincia that this moon's going to be a long one. So... make sure you keep your head on, will ya?"

"If you tear it, a flame will erupt from the charm. Hexed it, ya see? You might need it if you ever feel alone in the dark. Nya ha ha!"

Chrom’s head shot up as he crossed the hallway. He could have sworn he’d heard his name, but maybe he’d been mistaken. Shaking his head he began walking towards his destination when he heard it again, louder this time. He then heard running footsteps behind him and turned to see a silver haired man with a look of happiness on his face.

Confused by the person’s reaction to him but smiling politely, Chrom nodded in greeting. The man sounded like they knew Chrom although he was certain he hadn’t met this person before. Remembering his conversation with Robin he deduced that it may be a timey-wimey thing. 

“Err thanks” Accepting the charm awkwardly from the could be stranger, Chrom tucked it into one of his many pockets. Never know, may come in handy. Speaking of pockets, he dug deeper in search of a return present 

“I’m afraid it’s not much but please take these sweet. They can raise your spirits in the face of trials. I wish you well on your own mission.” 

[falchrom]

Costume disaster

Chrom was in a rush. Running down the corridors, he was stopping by various student's dorms asking desperately to borrow items of clothing and accessories.

The current problem was that he'd been invited to a phantasmagoria party tonight but hadn't read the invitation carefully enough before agreeing. Now he had but 30 minutes to source a spooky costume.

15 minutes later and quite a few favours owed the leader of the Shepherds felt he had something sort off presentable. If you squinted.

He had repurposed on of his trademark capes, paired with a shirt and bow tie borrowed from a noble student 2 doors down in exchange for washing up duty. Uniform trousers untucked from boots he was trying for a smart party look under the cape. He'd borrowed some make up and hair products from a very bubbly golden deer student who had extracted a future favour from him with a cheeky smile. Scary.

Chrom had slicked his hair back and paled his face. Thankful for having two sisters giving him some make up skills he applied some eyeliner and red lipstick for a blood trail.

Arriving at the party he looked sheepishly at the student on the door.

"Hey" He felt like the continents lamest vampire but he was here now, might as well enjoy it. Pulling a scary grin at the student he entered the party.

[falchrom]

Who’s ambushing who?

@merrydiviner​

As you gather information from the students and the surrounding villages, you begin to notice a common thread: mages utilizing unfamiliar spells that aren’t known in Fódlan or beyond. But as you prepare to ambush a group of suspiciously-robed “mages”, you notice their physical, non-magelike builds and strange weapons in their hands. Swords, lances, axes, all made of a strange “organic” material, if you could call it that, and eerily similar to what you’ve seen from the Heroes’ Relics. The Church would be more than interested in bringing those back for inspection, whether by force or theft. [Grants Any Weapon + 1]

Chrom paced restlessly around the square of the village he’d been sent to. Despite being a new student, the faculty had called for more people to come and aid with the situation in the Faerghus. On the march over, he’d been filled in on the strange goings on recently with infected villagers and mages using unfamiliar spells. Despite his lack of knowledge of the arcane, Chrom was willing to lend whatever help he could.

His current order was to prepare an ambush for said mages. Scouts had reported that there was a group hiding out in a storehouse on the village outskirts. What interested him was the description of them having more muscular builds than you would expect for a magic user and using melee weapons alongside spells. He may be useful for the upcoming fight after all. Apparently the weapons resembled Heroes Relics, whatever those were but the Church wanted them retrieved so that was now his goal too. 

Pausing in his movement he met the eyes of a purple-haired woman watching him with a calm confidence. He flashes a quick disarming smile and heads over to lean against the wall next to her. There was a tension in the square, the energy which gathered before a battle as people made their preparations. Maybe this person held some new information.

“Hello. Do you know what the plan is?”