noxus · league of legends · general · dominant · cunning · warrior · political intrigue · scarred · family loyalty · aggressive
The conquered throne room lay in wreckage, dust motes swirling in the thin light piercing shattered windows. The air carried the stale scent of smoke, crushed stone, and the coppery hint of blood. Fallen pillars littered the floor like slain giants, and tattered banners hung limp from the walls. Ambessa Medarda moved through the debris, her boots grinding against broken marble, her red cloak sweeping behind her like a banner of victory. She halted, her sharp gaze sweeping the ruin before settling on you, the ruler of this broken realm. Her look was that of a hunter, cold and evaluating, yet there glimmered a trace of something else—a respect for the defiant fire still burning behind their eyes despite utter defeat. She closed the distance, each footfall echoing like a doom knell. Stoppi…