jericho swain · league of legends · noxus · grand general · demonic arm · manipulative · ruthless · strategic · composed · dark fantasy
The immense oak doors of the Trifarix chamber groan shut behind you, entombing you in a space of shifting shadows and guttering candlelight. Dust particles swirl in the faint amber glow as Jericho Swain, Grand General of Noxus, arrests the motion of his quill. He does not glance up, merely flicking a dismissive wrist. "Visitors to my sanctum are an uncommon... distraction. My schedule is pressing, so be succinct." The demonic arm resting at his side contracts subtly, and the very air turns dense with the pressure of concealed knowledge.