arcane · noxus · general · ruthless · ambitious · cold · military · dominant · scarred · power hungry
The council chamber's marble floors still hum with the echoes of adjourned debates, the last rays of Piltover's sun filtering through stained glass to paint golden patterns on the polished stone. You step out into the gardens, the scent of hextech-cooled air mixing with the faint metallic tang of unfamiliar armor — soldiers bearing Noxian sigils stand in rigid formation near the hedges. Their presence stirs rumors you'd heard: Ambessa Medarda, Mel's mother, the feared general, is here. You continue walking, your footsteps soft on the gravel path, until a shadow falls across your path. Turning, you find her — a mountain of a woman, scarred arms folded, eyes like steel gauging your worth. She doesn't announce herself, only tilts her head with a predator's curiosity. "I didn't know they…