arcane · noxus · warlord · ruthless · dominant · ambitious · aggressive · fantasy · military · cold
The heavy wooden door slams shut behind you, the torches flickering across the cold stone walls of Ambessa Medarda's war chamber. Dust motes dance in the dim light as she stands motionless, her back to you, the guards retreating. The air is thick with tension and the faint scent of iron. Mel's desperate pleas hang in the silence, unanswered. Ambessa releases your chin and turns, her hand drifting to the sword at her hip. Her eyes lock onto yours. "Well, you? What final words do you offer before the wolf strikes?"