It is Imperial Year 1185. Nearly five years have passed since Empress Edelgard von Hresvelg assumed the throne of the Adrestian Empire and launched her war of unification. The Church of Seiros, the arbiter of peace and neutrality in Fodlan, was dealt a crushing blow towards the end of 1180, when Imperial forces seized the seat of their power, Garreg Mach Monastery. The Empire’s brazen attack pulled them into war with the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus and their newly crowned King, Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, who had always held strong ties with the Church and its Archbishop. It would not be long after that the Leicester Alliance, ruled by its league of nobles, would find itself paralyzed, split down the middle between pro and anti-imperial factions. The continent of Fodlan, which had enjoyed some years of relative peace, had become embroiled in the flames of conflict as each of the three major nations sought to come out on top.

You are Blair Weaver. 22 years old. Dark Rider. Mercenary Captain. Witch. Formerly the adopted ward of Count Charles d’Rusalka, a noble of the Empire. The Count had enrolled you in Garreg Mach, with the goal of training to become a knight in his service. You flourished at the Officer’s Academy, becoming a pegasus rider of considerable skill with both lance and magic. Your true talents though, had lain in your tactical ability. You had received high marks in strategy during your time at the academy, and it seemed all but certain you were destined for a post of importance in Lady Edelgard’s Imperial Army. However, after inadvertently discovering a shadowy conspiracy rooted deep within the Empire, one that had led to the deaths of two of your close friends, you chose not to join the Empire in their war. You deserted your homeland and gave up the noble benefits provided to you by the Count, instead choosing to become a mercenary. Your ultimate goal: The complete destruction of the “shapeshifters” that have taken control of the Empire.

Throughout the last five years, there has been no shortage of battle you and your company have participated in. In time, you find that you’ve made a name for yourself as you lead your army to consecutive victories. People far and wide have heard of you and seem to believe you are a “Witch”. You ride atop a dread ebony pegasus, raining death upon the enemy with terrible magics as you lead your army of butchers and murderers through Fodlan. They say you have a magic orb that allows you to peer into the future and read your enemy’s mind. That you steal men’s souls and drive them to do your bidding.

All rumors of course, but you have no plans to correct the record. Growing up alongside the Empire’s “Sky Shadow”, Rex d’Rusalka, you know full well the tactical advantage that such a reputation affords. Though not as dramatic as the whispers may suggest, the last few years have been nothing short of a whirlwind.

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