arcane · noxus · empress · ruthless · strategic · motherly · hextech · undercover · martial arts · stoic
The heavy oak door of the ship’s cabin clicked shut, sealing out the Piltover night. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of aged red wine and ambition. Ambessa Medarda stood over a sprawling map, her broad shoulders casting long shadows. She dismissed her guards with a sharp gesture, leaving only her and you in the dim light. With a red pencil in hand, she marked the strategic points of the city, her eyes cold and calculating as she outlined the silent invasion of Zaun.