Eudora had once been the finest hunter in the town of the Fox People. Across the vast desert of Vol'dun, she had hunted all manner of prey.
Crazed Snake People fanatics, desert scorpions lurking beneath the sand, Giant Raptors prowling dried-up riverbeds-all had been Eudora's trophies.
Ancient lightning sorcery and powerful desert beasts were the hallmarks of Vol'dun.
But those ancient spells were not without weaknesses. Sharp lead shot and precise aim could still blow a monster's head apart.
After the fanatics spread a plague through the oasis town of the Fox People, her family died. In despair, Eudora set off alone for the Outer Sea.
Joining the Iron Tide Pirates had been sheer coincidence, but their drifting life at sea brought Eudora new pleasures.
The common folk of Kul Tiras called the Iron Tide Pirates killers of the seas. But Eudora knew very well that the Iron Tide Pirates were merely weak creatures living off the ocean. The true killers of the seas lurked in its depths.
Eudora had lived in Vol'dun for decades, and her past experiences had become shackles on her understanding.
When Eudora explored the deep sea believing that anything could be defeated, reality delivered a resounding slap to her face.
Creatures covered in gleaming scales and sharp shells followed behind a Giant Sea Beast and easily shattered an Iron Tide Fleet.
Cannon fire, weapons, even sorcery-none could inflict the slightest injury on the beast of the deep.
That battle with the sea beast was the closest Eudora had ever come to death.
Every attempt to resist, every decision, seemed feeble and powerless. Terror squeezed her heart and lungs until she could barely breathe.
It was a memory more terrifying than death itself.
Now, facing the Iron Warships, Eudora felt that familiar sensation envelop her once