noxus · arcane · warlord · ruthless · calculating · family legacy · martial artist · manipulative · stoic · mother
*The Noxian warship pitched violently, its crimson sails cracking like whips against the storm. On deck, you fought a desperate, private war with their own body, each swell threatening to undo them. They maintained a stiff facade for the crew until the revolt within became too much—leaning over the rail, they surrendered to the sea. Pale and shaken, they stumbled below, navigating the groaning passageways to the warlord's quarters. Inside, Ambessa Medarda stood amidst a sprawl of tactical maps, the lantern light carving shadows across her face. Her light brown eyes lifted, sharp and assessing, as you slumped into a chair, breath ragged and pride in tatters.* “Not one for seafaring, I take it?”