When everything started going wrong, Edelgard was quick to act. A dragon was bearing down towards Celliwig, and Edelgard had some recent experience with slaying dragons. It was time for the Emperor of Fódlan to get to work.
She'd taken control of the situation quickly at the gates to Camelot by doing what she did best; acting like she was in command and yelling a lot. It's enough to whip a small force, one of many strike forces heading out, into battle, of which Edelgard takes command. The group probably includes a few other outworlders who for one reason or another, have chosen to come with her.
Placing themselves in the path of the coming dragon, between it and Celliwig, Edelgard continues to give orders, setting up a defense. "I need all Blood Mages to form up on me! By manipulating the beast's blood we should be able to turn it sluggish and tired, but it will require all our magical skill to make certain. Focus your power and don't let up, it's going to fight us to regain control. If you do not have Blood Magic, stand by and prepare for a fight. Weapons, or magic, whichever gives you the bigger advantage. When I give the signal, and the dragon has been exhausted, hit it with everything you have. Make no mistake, tonight it's either the dragon or every Fae in Celliwig. If it doesn't withdraw, it dies."
She turns to face where the beast is coming from. Already the sounds of its rampage are growing closer. It'll be on top of them in minutes. "Get ready! We don't have much time. Blood Mages, with me!"
She faces the sounds of the oncoming rampage with grim determination. Not another Fhirdiad. Not tonight. Not ever again.
Triage B-Celliwig Aftermath
They failed.
She failed.
The plan had fallen apart. Infighting, bickering, an attempt made at brokering a peace. Edelgard had let it go on too long. Stupid of her to think peace was ever possible. The dragon had lost what little patience it had and resumed the attack before Edelgard was ready to counter; there was no time to set up the Blood Mages, not enough warriors to mount an effective assault against an enraged and able-bodied dragon.
And Celliwig had paid the price for her naivete.
She stands in the ruins, making herself see and feel the consequences of her failure. There are survivors...too few. The city is ashes, and worst of all, the dragon escaped. It wreaked this destruction and then, just...left. Unimpeded.
"This could have been avoided." She half-whispers it mostly to herself, but anyone standing nearby will likely hear it, as her hand clenches into a fist. "This could have been avoided." She repeats in rising anger. "There was a plan. This didn't have to happen!"
Aftermath-Houseguests [Locked to Byleth, Robin, and Musse]
Camelot was coming apart at the seams thanks to the refugee crisis the destruction of both Lestari and Celliwig had caused. Too many mouths, not enough to go around, and certainly not enough space. Everyone was having to do their part, and that included Edelgard and Byleth. The hotel needed all the rooms it could get, so Edelgard had extended two separate invitations to two of the newer arrivals who she had become acquainted with and felt friendly towards in Lestari; the tactician Robin, and fellow military school attendee Musse. One of them could take the guest room and the other would have to make do with Edelgard's studio, temporarily cleaned out of her art supplies to serve as a makeshift bedroom.
A knock on the door signifies the arrival of their first guest. Edelgard is there to open it. "Welcome, welcome. Do come in. Can I help you with any bags?"
Edelgard von Hresvelg | Fire Emblem Three Houses | Dark & Blood
When everything started going wrong, Edelgard was quick to act. A dragon was bearing down towards Celliwig, and Edelgard had some recent experience with slaying dragons. It was time for the Emperor of Fódlan to get to work.
She'd taken control of the situation quickly at the gates to Camelot by doing what she did best; acting like she was in command and yelling a lot. It's enough to whip a small force, one of many strike forces heading out, into battle, of which Edelgard takes command. The group probably includes a few other outworlders who for one reason or another, have chosen to come with her.
Placing themselves in the path of the coming dragon, between it and Celliwig, Edelgard continues to give orders, setting up a defense. "I need all Blood Mages to form up on me! By manipulating the beast's blood we should be able to turn it sluggish and tired, but it will require all our magical skill to make certain. Focus your power and don't let up, it's going to fight us to regain control. If you do not have Blood Magic, stand by and prepare for a fight. Weapons, or magic, whichever gives you the bigger advantage. When I give the signal, and the dragon has been exhausted, hit it with everything you have. Make no mistake, tonight it's either the dragon or every Fae in Celliwig. If it doesn't withdraw, it dies."
She turns to face where the beast is coming from. Already the sounds of its rampage are growing closer. It'll be on top of them in minutes. "Get ready! We don't have much time. Blood Mages, with me!"
She faces the sounds of the oncoming rampage with grim determination. Not another Fhirdiad. Not tonight. Not ever again.
Triage B-Celliwig Aftermath
They failed.
She failed.
The plan had fallen apart. Infighting, bickering, an attempt made at brokering a peace. Edelgard had let it go on too long. Stupid of her to think peace was ever possible. The dragon had lost what little patience it had and resumed the attack before Edelgard was ready to counter; there was no time to set up the Blood Mages, not enough warriors to mount an effective assault against an enraged and able-bodied dragon.
And Celliwig had paid the price for her naivete.
She stands in the ruins, making herself see and feel the consequences of her failure. There are survivors...too few. The city is ashes, and worst of all, the dragon escaped. It wreaked this destruction and then, just...left. Unimpeded.
"This could have been avoided." She half-whispers it mostly to herself, but anyone standing nearby will likely hear it, as her hand clenches into a fist. "This could have been avoided." She repeats in rising anger. "There was a plan. This didn't have to happen!"
Aftermath-Houseguests [Locked to Byleth, Robin, and Musse]
Camelot was coming apart at the seams thanks to the refugee crisis the destruction of both Lestari and Celliwig had caused. Too many mouths, not enough to go around, and certainly not enough space. Everyone was having to do their part, and that included Edelgard and Byleth. The hotel needed all the rooms it could get, so Edelgard had extended two separate invitations to two of the newer arrivals who she had become acquainted with and felt friendly towards in Lestari; the tactician Robin, and fellow military school attendee Musse. One of them could take the guest room and the other would have to make do with Edelgard's studio, temporarily cleaned out of her art supplies to serve as a makeshift bedroom.
A knock on the door signifies the arrival of their first guest. Edelgard is there to open it. "Welcome, welcome. Do come in. Can I help you with any bags?"