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Today's World Census Report
The Highest Wealthy Incomes in Fodlan
The World Census studied the spending power of the richest 10% of citizens in each nation.
As a region, Fodlan is ranked 13,231st in the world for Highest Wealthy Incomes.
|1.||The Grand Duchy of The Noble State of Gloucester||Iron Fist Consumerists||“This land is Gloucester. You will want to remember it.”|
|2.||The Kingdom of Altean Atlae||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Marth was pretty cool”|
|3.||The Magnificent Dukedom of The Noble State of Aegir||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“We are the Noble State of Aegir”|
|4.||The Federation of Lysithea-Chan||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“I don’t have time for this!”|
|5.||The Community of Card for Bob13||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Fire Bob”|
|6.||The Community of Card for Bob2||Moralistic Democracy||“Bob Emblem”|
|7.||The Free Land of Linhardt||Civil Rights Lovefest||“Perhaps it's time for a nice nap...”|
|8.||The Matriarchy of The Empire of Adrestia||Libertarian Police State||“The New Dawn”|
|9.||The Unified Fodlan of The Adrestian Empire||Corrupt Dictatorship||“A world for humanity”|
|10.||The Republic of Marriane Best Girl||New York Times Democracy||“Marianne is best girl.”|
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No, Cyril and Lysithea have interesting supports, focusing on Cyril's dubious distinction of being the only playable character younger than our insecure Dark Spikes spamming friend. But yeah, Cyril-bashing is too easy, he really does stand out as a painfully mediocre character in a game full of greats (and decents).
The father dug his walking stick into the side of the grassy hill leading up to the Palace's grounds.
His right leg struggled to get up slopes like this, he needed the support. An arrow he took to the knee during the Secular War cut his battling days short.
But he wouldn't miss the wedding of his Emperor, and her groom.
The veteran Imperial soldier strolled casually up the hill with his kids and wife by his side, other families making the trek up.
They had been checked in at the Palace walls, searched for weapons, and had been allowed to find their way into the gardens. It bothered him they'd search a veteran like him. Couldn't they see, by his medals, he was loyal to the end to her? He'd give his dying breath to a Hresvelg. He supposed the creepy one, Hubert, that all the mean feared, knew of some attempts on her life that he didn't, and the Imperial Guard was just being cautious.
He had never been in the palace in his life, except once, when he made his vows to her majesty. The palace had been opened to the public since her majesty declared it so, but he hadn't an excuse to visit. So he didn't know the way through it, and that is why they just climbed the hill up. He could see the gardens from across the river that went around the palace hill, encircling it until it emptied into the sea. You could see it from atop its acropolis in the whole city.
That was one of his happiest days, kneeling to her, and offering his life like he did when he made his own wedding vows, or when his three little ones were born. It was on the day she declared her war on the Church from the Palace, reading her manifesto to them. He had gone to watch the proceedings, and the emotion of the day got him excited to enlist.
He remembered those historic words that came from his regal lips:
"That is why I, Emperor Edelgard von Hresvelg, hereby declare war on the Church of Seiros. Their reign of tyranny is over!"
He donned his old uniform, he wanted her to see him and know he fought for her, and would today if he still could. If his leg would let him.
His littlest, Johnathan, a six-year-old rambunctious boy, tugged on his uniform pant leg.
"Daddy, Why do we need to be going to this? I hate weddings. They're so looooong, and boring-."
The Dad looked down at the boy with fierce eyes.
He plucked him off of the ground in his free arm, stopping midway up the hill.
"Now you listen here. Don't I ever hear you say that again. We may meet her majesty, and if we do, I don't want none of you embarrassing your mother and I."
The boy whined while he rubbed his eyes of fake tears.
"Son, we're going to your Emperor's wedding. We've been invited to a noble's wedding. Do you know how special that is, that you were invited? All of us were. That never would have happened in the old days, before Emperor Edelgard. Thanks to her, you kids..."
The old man teared up.
"You can be whatever your little hearts can dream. Can't ye see? We owe it to her to be there for her special day."
His wife, a heavyset blonde with the most beautiful smile he had ever known put a hand to her son's face, rubbing it gently.
"Your father has fond memories of his military days. He loves our Emperor very much, and he wishes all of you to appreciate what she's done for us all. Our home, your futures, they're all provided for, so long as we work our darndest. Your Daddy loves you, that's why he fought. He wanted a better world for you all."
One of their other kids, their eldest, Giorgio, chimed in. He was 11 now, a spry young lad with a mound of dark brown hair like his Dad's.
"Johnny can't get that because he wasn't just a baby when the war started. He doesn't know how it was before the war. It was terrible Johnny. We're all lucky now. Life might still be rough, but it is way better now."
The little boy stopped his sniffiling.
"I...I want to meet Edelgard. Does she like hugs?"
His father offered a hearty chuckle and a flash of his teeth.
"Oh, that she does. We may not get close enough to her for that, but I'm sure she'd be happy to see such a cute looking boy like yourself at her special day."
"Who is she marrying Daddy?"
The Dad perked up his eyes, looking up at the sky while he tried to think.
"Come to think of it, I can't remember. Is it a lady or a guy dear?"
The love of his life sighed.
"Really? It's the Professor."
"OOooooh. The Ashen Demon! That one. He was a brutal fighter. Saved my hide a few times. Can't believe I forgot him."
Byleth tip-toed out of his room, following Linhardt out.
Byleth was in his full wedding suit.
A white suit, with a gold leather belt around his waist, gold cuffs with ruby cufflinks. A short white cape, that went halfway down his back flew behind him as they walked down the stairs. He kept one hand on the golden laurel leaf crown, not yet used to balancing it.
His pants were also white, with gold-link chains hanging from his waist, drooping down to either thigh.
Mike has insisted on applying makeup, making Byleth look like he was as noble as Ferdinand.
Did Ferdinand wear makeup? Byleth didn't know, but the man had a great complexion.
Linhardt put a hand to the Professor's chest, stopping at the last stair.
"Wait! Someone is in the throneroom. We need to get through there to get to the Gardens I think."
Linhardt was Byleth's best man, so it was his job to make sure Byleth arrived on time, didn't see El before it was time, and importantly, held onto the rings.
El was already wearing the engagement ring, but Linhardt kept the matching wedding rings in his waist-coat pocket.
Linhardt motioned for him to follow.
"I think whoever it was, they're gone. We can go. I guess we'd better hurry..."
Linhardt led him onwards, keeping close to him.
The Palace halls were like a maze. Half of the halls were dark, only lit by some sparsely placed lanterns. Getting lost in here was simple. Byleth took the same paths from his room to El's, to the kitchen and bathroom. He didn't change it up, because he tried that once, his first week, and Edelgard had to send out a search party, only for Hubert to find him in the basement.
He did not want to go into the basement again. That place was the most likely place in the Palace to be haunted.
Byleth stepped out into the limelight of the throne room. It was well lit now, by natural light pouring in from the massive stained-glass windows on the sides, and through the open door onto the Palace's stone patio and front lawn.
Byleth was so distracted by the throneroom's beauty, with its marble floors and unfurled red banners, he didn't even see the source of the screams.
"Ahhhhhh! Linhardt! Hide him! Hide him!"
Linhardt put his hand over Byleth's eyes, keeping him from seeing what was in front of him.
The voice spoke now. It was Dorothea.
"Lin, your one job was to make sure he didn't see her before the ceremony. I have a song to go practice, I'm just trying to pass her off to her Maid of honor, Petra."
"Yes, and it's your job to make sure she doesn't see him. Relax, I don't think he saw anything."
"Easy enough for you to say, the Professor wasn't paying attention, his mind was off in space. Edelgard actually pays attention more than half of the day."
Edelgard, whose eyes were hidden by her own gloved hand, spoke.
"Dorothea, I appreciate your concern, but I saw nothing. I feel like you're taking this wedding even more seriously than I am."
"Sorry, Edie. I'm just so excited for my two best friends! Come on Lin, get him out of here. We're going in the opposite direction. Lead him to the garden."
Byleth could feel as Linhardt shook his head, he jerked Byleths' head in the process.
"Seems to me the only issue here was you causing a commotion Dorothea. You blasted my ear-drums. Those are going to be sore all day now."
Linhardt yelped, kicking a leg up.
"Oww! Professor, she kicked me in my shin!"
"Yes, both of you, end this."
"What have we done, letting these two marry? They're going to mother us all to death."
Byleth could sense as Edelgard passed. The air felt like her, smelt like her. He could feel the frills of her dress slide across his ankle.
"Oh Byleth, you smell so delectable! I always loved the scent of those oils on my mother. She'd bathe in them occassionally, just to please my Father. She wasn't his wife, so she was never allowed to put on the Enbarrian Saffron Oil, but mmm. It smells wonderful on you."
Byleth couldn't really smell her perfume from here. He imagined she smelt flowery, like the gardens themselves.
"You sound delectable."
"Sound...delectable? I haven't changed my voice."
"I know. You always sound appealing."
Edelgard gave a happy sigh.
"Oh Byleth, you make me so happy I can't stop my senseless blushing. This is embarrassing."
Dorothea comforted her friend.
"Don't worry Edie. We'll get him later. I know he's going to cry."
What had she done that could get him to cry? That wasn't likely.
Byleth didn't ask any questions. He knew he should let it stay a secret.
He let Linhardt lead him out of the throneroom, past his bride, towards the gardens.
Linhardt let him look around now, as they had left the throne room.
Several knights, nobles, and citizens of Enbarr were also walking down the hall.
There were foreign dignitaries, from far off Albinea, Morfis, Almyra, Sreng, even Dagda. They went down the hallway, with a wall of tall victorian windows looking out to the gardens, letting it a plentiful amount of light. Unlike most of the palace, this hall was bathed in light.
He watched as a family with purplish auburn hair, dressed in odd, colorful suits and dresses walked towards the garden. There was an older man with a whizzed beard leading them. He wore a headdress crafted of green peacock feathers, set in a gold headpiece. It looked like he was wearing a sun of green on his head. His hair was done into magnificent, well-kept dreads. They were like a lion's mane behind his head.
It could not be.
"King Macneary, Petra's Grandfather?"
The old man stopped mid-hall, turning to him.
"Oh! You must be being the one called Professor. My granddaughter, she is having much to be...uh...saying about you."
The old man smiled genuinely. The smile shone past the deep wrinkles on his brown, tanned skin.
"Petra is one of the most accomplished people I've ever fought alongside."
The old man chinned up.
"Yes, Petra is one we are all in shock of."
Linhardt elbowed Byleth.
"Apologies Petra's grandfather. He really needs to be getting to his own wedding now. You two can brag about our Petra later, at the Gala."
Linhardt pushed Byleth forward on his heels.
"Please, don't make me work this hard. Move it, kick your feet forward Professor!"
Byleth waved goodbye to Petra's family.
He tried to remember something Petra had taught him, of Brigid's language.
He had managed to remember the Brigidian words for "Good bye!"
They all smiled now, and the elder King clapped happily.
"You have been honoring us with the words you have of our speech."
Byleth walked forward with Linhardt now, pushing the double doors to the Gardens out.
The gardens were an ornate labyrinth of white rose hedges.
There were ancient marble walls tracing the hedges, making it even harder to see through the maze.
Alongside the hedges, were planted red carnations, Edelgard's favorite flower.
Over many of the paths, were wooden latticework tunnels, draped in more carnations, blackened-heart orchids, and thick green moss. The moss also hung from old, live oak trees, giving the garden a mystical, old-world aesthetic.
Blackened-heart orchids, if Byleth remembered the tale, were named for a Princess of Enbarr, a daughter of Wilhelm, who suffered a terrible, cruel life, that caused her to grow cold to the world. They were dark purple, very nearly black flowers, with a crimson center and and filaments.
The paths were laid in a bright, cleansing white brick.
The Palace of Enbarr was so dark, bordering on sinister, but the garden stood out as a beacon of light in the darkness.
Pedestals of Heroes, Generals, Emperors, and Lords of Adrestia were placed in some of the mazes deadends, standing tall over the hedges. Some of them though were empty. Five to be specific.
They were the statues that contained Seiros, and the other Saints of the Church.
The statue of the Goddess, the massive one at the far end of the maze, on an outcropping behind the Palace hill, up a windy, beaten stone path, was left be. Whether that was because El had some fondness for it, if it was too difficult to remove, or if his wife meant to signal the Goddess wasn't deserving of being destroyed like the Church, he didn't know. Perhaps it was all three. Sothis still watched over Enbarr. At least her statue did.
Sothis looked much older in this depiction...more womanly, with wide hips and a full chest. Did people realize she was a kid?
The wedding venue was a rectangular court at the front of the gardens, leading out from the back porch, with a marble collonade overlooking the whole place. A balcony overlooked the garden from the second floor, from one of the windowed doorways above the collonade.
There were hanging moss covered aqueducts that ran along around the backside of the palace, drooping down over the edge of the patio. They turned outwards into the gardens, one on either side of the rectangular stoneway. They stopped towards the end of the court, dropping water down in a great stone water-fountain, which was in front of the wooden lattice archway, facing directly opposite the doorway, where Manuela was standing under, and soon, El and he would be wed under.
The fountain was enormous, running down the legnth of the gardens, with a variety of koi fish, frogs, and even a turtle swimming around inside of it.
Lanterns hung from the archway, and along the side of the court, near the hedge walls. Red and white paper lanterns were placed around the lip of the fountain.
A red runner rug went down the length of the plaza, from where he stood, to the archway.
Byleth walked down the path to the front.
The first pew, per El's request, was left empty. Only Dorothea, as the singer, sat there.
There were fifteen empty seats.
One for Anselma, his mother-in-law, lost at Duscar. Ten were reserved for El's siblings, stolen from the world by the same cruel experiments she survived. Two at the end, on the other side, belonged to his parents. Sitri, and Jeralt...
Byleth gulped. He kept his mind on happy thoughts. El would not be pleased with him if he cried for the wrong reasons on their wedding day. He tried not to dwell on his parents.
Next to Anselma's seat was that of Ionius, his Father-in-law. A man killed by a broken heart.
The thirteenth seat, probably the most controversial choice, was for Dimitri. Edelgard's step-brother.
Byleth didn't think of El as sentimental. But despite tossing away the past, there was a piece of her that still loved him.
He had also deduced Dimitri was her first crush.
He didn't press her on it, because he knew dwelling on the past was a sore topic for her. She couldn't stand to look back on it.
He felt honored all that she trusted him with. It wasn't necessary she disclose everything.
After Dimitri's execution by her axe on the Tailtean plains, that was when she confirmed Byleth's guess.
In that way, Dimitri and he, had something in common.
But while Dimitri was dead and buried, Byleth lived.
Dimitri's life was snuffed out by El's hand, while Byleth was to take her hand. Dimitri had given up on El, while Byleth believed in her.
The disparity between the two men could not be more of a chasm.
Byleth shuttered his eyes.
"Sothis, forgive him. Receive him."
Byleth wasn't particularly religious. But considering his history with Sothis, he felt comfortable asking. He didn't know if she still listened to him the way she did before. But Dimitri had been a faithful member of the Church of Seiros, so surely Sothis would hear a prayer on his behalf?
Dimitri received a seat, because his life was ruined by his obsession. All of them, in some way, had their lives destroyed by the crests...
On each empty chair was a single flower.
While the other guests had each been offered a red carnation or rose, on these chairs was placed a single red orchid.
In Fódlan, red orchids unmistakably represented justice, and a quest for it. Even Byleth knew that, which said how obvious a sign it was to anyone.
When a child was harmed, a person unfairly silenced by the Church, or a death covered-up by the government, the people impacted might plant red orchids outside their house, signalling they sought retribution.
Of course, most of the time, they never got it, because they were weak.
When people couldn't get justice, when they knew their cause was hopeless, they burned the red orchids in a dramatic sign, usually trying to do it in the center of their village or town.
This was very public, but Edelgard wasn't burning the orchids.
They were alive.
On one note, she was just honoring them with a flower, remembering those she missed.
But at the same time, this was a clear sign to Edelgard's enemies. Even a wedding to an Emperor was in some way political.
She was seeking justice for those she loved. If her Uncle could see this, Byleth pondered what he'd think. Edelgard was making her view of him clear. She had no appreciation for the experience her family suffered and was coming for his ilk. Of course, they were just flowers. No matter their representation, there was plausible deniability if Edelgard needed cover. This was a powerful sign, but not a dangerous one. She was retributive, not stupid.
Byleth kept walking as he made his way down the wedding venue, looking at the guests.
Friends from the Monastery, even the Gate Guard was there. Byleth had suggested he, and the Abyss Guard, be invited. They were nice guys.
Byleth stared though, at one guest. He sat in a middle pew.
Why was he here.
Byleth whispered to Linhardt.
Linhardt looked to where Byleth was glaring.
"You can get through this. Don't draw blood at your own wedding, please. For my health?"
The unwelcomed guest was Volkhard von Arundel.
The current designated regent of Adrestia.
Why was he here? There was no chance El wanted him here. Did he feel entitled to come? As if he had some right?
He took notice of Byleth's attention.
"Great a confrontation. Must you start something? Can't we all just have a peaceful day once? Once."
"You are looking at me, fallen star. Is something the matter? Surely seeing the bride's Uncle here is of no great shock. It is natural. I have a right to be here."
Who was this man to talk about what was natural?
His experiments were a crime against nature.
His existence was unnatural.
Byleth put his unclenched hand to his side, over where his dagger lay in wait.
He would kill this man one day. He swore that to himself.
"You...have a right to..."
Byleth didn't know how to lie. He didn't know how to be eloquent like El, and tell him to go to hell without just spitting it out.
He was raised by a raging wise-cracking drunk, not a King! He spoke frankly.
Someone grabbed his shoulder. It wasn't Linhardt's hand.
He looked up at Hubert.
He whispered to Byleth.
"Please, Professor...for our Lady."
Of course, he had to keep quiet.
But it aggravated him so much.
He hated this man so much for what he had done to her, what he had done to Jeralt.
He held him personally responsible for Jeralt's death. He was the leader of "Those who slither in the dark". They were his responsibility, and he let Kronya kill Jeralt.
But he remembered what Hubert told him about Edelgard. That she considered Arundel an enemy of her family, and it hurt her, it psychologically hurt her to suffer him to live.
El suffered from being around him.
If she could find it in herself to not kill him where he stood, Byleth had to find the courage himself.
But the fact his presence would bring her sadness...it just made his blood boil all over again.
Byleth had never been so angry.
He...hadn't been angry very often in life. But he would see to it that Edelgard's axe would taste Volkard's blood one day. So would his sword.
His bride would have her justice. Byleth would stab his heart while she cut off his head. He sought raw, unadulterated vengeance.
He would pay.
Hubert, mercifully, took on the agonizing task of pretending to tolerate Volkhard.
"Lord Arundel, what brings you here?"
"I am here to witness my niece's wedding. She owes her success in the war to me after all, so it is my privilege, is it not?"
"Her majesty's successes are her own. I would say, of all the people who have served her the most in her achievements, it would be her fiancé here."
Hubert clapped Byleth on the back. He spoke in a deep voice, adding emphasis to his word.
"Isn't that right? You've always stood by her side, slew her enemies, and removed all of her...pests, right?"
"I'd destroy anything that stood in her way of happiness."
Byleth knew that was what Hubert wanted him to say.
He didn't want a direct confrontation, and in fairness, El didn't deserve one at their wedding.
Now was not the time of reckoning. Hubert was right.
Byleth dropped his guard, taking his hand away from the outline of his dagger. He couldn't stand being near this man anymore. If you could call him a man.
Byleth walked down the aisle, towards Manuela. He'd let Hubert handle Volkhard.
The songstress had managed to garner his bride's favor. Her view on faith had proven enlightening to Edelgard, and so she was chosen as the wedding's celebrant. She would lead the ceremony.
Byleth greeted Manuela with an outstretched hand.
"A handshake? Really? Professor, we're closer than that, aren't we?"
Byleth rolled his eyes, extending his full arm out now in a hug.
"Better. I get you're taken now, but you could afford to be a little more cordial. A girl can be made to feel neglected with the way you act Professor."
Byleth broke the hug from his colleague, looking her over.
Manuela wore a red evening gown, as many of the women had, per Edelgard's request. But being Manuela, hers stuck out, for its provocative tight-fit, and the golden sash wrapped around her hips, that hung over her left thigh highlighting her curves. She wore ruby-drop earrings set in silver and was allowed a matching ruby-encrusted circlet.
"You know, I suggested I be allowed to wear that old Archbishop's crown. Not that I am one, but it's tradition. Your fiancée, she shot me down without even considering it! Fair enough, it wouldn't match this dress. Had I known what we were wearing, I wouldn't have suggested it. But still!"
Edelgard wanted very few religious references in this wedding. Manuela could talk about the Goddess, but the symbols of the Church had to go.
Even if she herself lacked faith in the Goddess, Edelgard wanted the ceremony to mean more to those gathered that did, like Manuela. So Sothis could stay. Rhea's memory was cast aside.
"That sounds like her. It's best not to fight her on it."
"You've learned that lesson already huh Professor? You're ahead of most men."
Byleth didn't mind an argument with Edelgard, it wasn't like that. He had just come to agree with her most of the time, or at the least, believe in her intentions. If she thought it was a good idea, it usually was. He tried to correct her and offer advice when needed, but most of the time it wasn't.
Byleth settled into the groom's throne. There was a matching one across from him for Edelgard, and one between them for Manuela if she needed a seat. There was a wooden lectern set off to the side, for some of their friends to offer readings of poems.
It was really just a nice stone garden chair, with a high backing, not an actual throne. A servant had washed it, and ripped off any moss growing on it. The gardens had been in poor condition until the war ended when Edelgard took a greater interest in its condition. She commissioned Bernadetta, with a team of workers, to ready it for the wedding. They had done a proficient job.
Byleth looked down at the fountain behind the archway he now sat under, spurting water up into the Adrestian late-day summer air.
He noticed a row of black and green pitcher plants.
They struggled to grow here, this wasn't their natural habitat. But with proper love and care, they could survive all but Enbarr's harshest winters. They had Bernadetta's touch written all over them.
So Byleth sat there, guests filing into the gardens to sit down in the wooden pews.
Violinists, gathered on the stone patio, under the collonade, had started to play their song. Their instruments sang softly an unintrusive piece that could settle into the background...
He looked up at the Palace.
From the balcony overlooking the garden, behind the curtains of crimson, he could see a shade.
A shade of a woman, in a billowing dress.
Was that her?
Was that Edelgard?
The curtains were closed, so he couldn't make out what she was wearing, and she couldn't see him either. Why was she looking out the window then, if she saw nothing? Was she trying to imagine what the wedding looked like, or was it something else?
The girl cast in shadows stayed there for some time, surveying her Empire before something pulled her away.
The words of a song stuck in Byleth's head.
"I look to you
Like a red rose
Seeking the sun
No matter where it goes
I long to stay
Where the light dwells
To guard against the cold
That I know so well."
I repeat, the Edge of Dawn describes Edelgard's life so succinctly.
I'm not the only one crying at this wedding already, right guys? 😭😭😭😭😭😭 Guys?
I know this is long, but actually, it could be way longer. Weddings done for political leaders are always a great way for world-building, lore-building, and to express that character's views. If you know anything about royal marriages, they were always political.
I'm trying not to bore Lysithea. We know she is short-tempered.
Indeed. Not all are willing to see the problems with the system they support. It's a true shame
I have an odd affinity for Hanneman... I wouldn't say he's the best character, perhaps not even in the top 10, but I like him and his demeanor, although I understand why some may see him as offputting.
A curious comparison. I am interested to see what your take on Dedue is... he would likely fit interestingly into your comparison. And I will read that monster RP post once I have half an hour to spare.
Dedue strikes me as similar to Hubert in his loyalty.
In fairness, every 'advisor' character is as loyal as the next. What is interesting about Cyril, is he is very loyal, but Seteth is the key advisor of Rhea's.
I wonder what Hilda is like...
From the few interactions I've had with Dedue, I like him. My issue with Cyril is all of Byleth's supports I've seen with him so far just focus on Rhea.
Hubert does have a personality. He just is devoted to Edelgard.
Cyril is far more subdued than Hubert.
Admittedly, most of Hubert's personality quirks aren't endearing.
But they're interesting if nothing else.
Right now, if I ranked the advisers (Knowing next to nothing about Hilda and Dedue) I'd rank them as follows:
Of course, that is because I know Hubert, while I'm only starting to understand Seteth and he is bothering me...
But I actually do like Seteth. It's just his remarks about a certain someone peeving me off.
I'm just guessing I'll like Hilda, from what I know about her. Dedue seems cool, but Hilda interests me more. Seteth is great he just needs to shut up about our glorious leader.
I was mostly joking about Gilbert, though his relationship with a certain redhead does bother me... I have to play Blue Lions first, but I can say the Edelgard community hates him.
Maybe Gilbert is the inverse of Edelgard...
My opinion of Hubert improved after the second playthrough. I think he just looks boring compared to the other Black Eagles, who are all stand-out characters, but his supports with Bernie, Byleth, and Petra are great.
Indeed, Hilda does serve as the "second" of the Golden Deer house, but calling her an advisor may be a tad generous. Her dynamic with Claude is far different, befitting the Golden Deer's status. As for slander of the Emperor's intentions, well, I fear it is more or less par for the course in all non-CF routes, so I try not to let political differences get in the way of my evaluation of their characters, despite how challenging it may be in some instances.
I get it, I have nothing against Hanneman (he's just an agressively mediocre mage)
Yeah, Hilda is a whole different animal than the other three. She's a great character, but man... sometimes I don't know if I like her or dislike her (in a good way) really, none of them are my favorite characters, but I would rank them like so (in terms of my opinion of them:
With relatively little difference between them. It's basically a wash, actually... Nice emotional RP post by the way, can't wait to describe Ferdinand's interactions there.
Well, technically it's Trajan in VI, but it's more or less the same. Gaul is also in the game as dlc, I've heard their early production districts make them powerful early on. But yeah, OG Caesar's human rights record in Gaul was nasty, although he was a good leader for the common Romans (of Rome) compared to most of his contemporaries.
Pfft, Mesopotamia, Gaul. Same difference, same genocide.
I mean there is a reason he was declared dictator.
Wait... why in the world is this in Fodlan? Gah! Wrong RMB!
You mean Dacia, right? Not sure which roman attacked Mesopotamia, don't know too much about the empire between Nero and Constantine.
Oh poor child.
Trajan attacked Dacia and Mesopotamia...as well as Arabia Felix and Armenia.
He attacked Dacia and the Parthians.
I honestly have never found Trajan interesting, because his rule was boring compared to that of Caligula or Nero, but he was accomplished. Trajan's Column is famous for a reason.
You do realize that Nero to Constantine means you miss almost the entire classical era of the Empire right?
Growing up, the Roman history was my favorite subject of history.
Honestly...they all sound the same when you read through it. Until Constantine, everyone was just persecuting Christians and Jews, taking control of provinces, minting coins, and sleeping with their mothers.
After Constantine, everyone was persecuting pagans, losing control of provinces, minting coins, and sleeping with their mothers.
Okay, Constantine did not sleep with Saint Helena, she was a holy woman. She kept the man in check.
I wonder how far a comparison between the Roman Empire and Adrestia could go.
Wilhelm would be Augustus I suppose, and Edelgard Justinian I think. Although Justinian was majorly religious, he was restoring the Empire after periods of loss...hrm.