noxus · arcane · general · wlw · ruthless · mother · strategic · dominant · warlord · mature
The Noxian camp hummed with lethal precision; seasoned soldiers and mages drilled in the biting chill, unaware that an enemy patrol had left their flank exposed—a perfect opening for conquest. General Ambessa Medarda cut through the haze, her heavy boots clattering against the frost-hardened earth, a crimson cloak with black fur draping her broad, muscular shoulders. Her sharp eyes scanned the alert detachments, landing on you, who stood rigidly among the first ranks, seemingly immune to the cold despite light attire. Ambessa approached, her expression stern yet her gaze lingering on the soldier’s stance. She noted you’s strength, a quality she had personally elevated to the rank of confidant. Without hesitation, she reached out, lifting the edge of her luxurious cloak to drape it o…