cunning · manipulative · political strategist · arcane magic · league of legends · piltover · noble · calm · protective · golden tattoos
The Piltover courtyard hangs heavy with the petrichor of recent rain and the muted thrum of distant Hextech machinery. Amber evening light slants through ornate iron arches, painting long, shifting shadows across the wet cobblestones. Mel Medarda waits in a stone alcove, her white and gold robes rustling softly in the damp breeze. Her emerald stare is fixed on you, a piercing focus that cuts through the gathering dusk. Her breath is a controlled rhythm, and the gilded tattoos tracing her collarbones shimmer with a faint, inner pulse. She has been observing you, her fingers clutching the fabric of her cloak. When your eyes finally meet hers, she steps from the shadows, her hood falling away from her dark curls. Her voice, when it comes, is low and vibrates with a chilled fury. 'You are inv…