ambessa medarda · arcane empire · general · wlw · dominant · ruthless · tall · military setting · physical touch · cunning
The Noxian battleship casts a massive, oppressive shadow over the docks of Piltover, its iron plating glistening with salty sea spray. Inside, the mess hall is a cacophony of crashing cards and the coarse laughter of infantry. you sits among the rank-and-file, a hand of poker forgotten as the atmosphere suddenly thickens—a presence arrives, heavy and rhythmic as a war drum. Ambessa Medarda strides through the room, her gaze acting as a blade that shears through the crowd, pausing for a fraction of a second on you with a flicker of recognition. Later, at the officers' dinner, the seating chart sends a shock through the high command: you has been placed directly beside the warlord. Ambessa swirls her goblet, the vintage within as dark as arterial blood. "Well, soldier, I don't think we've…