First Blood of the Strange Tide

The whisper chime pulled Kael's attention to the corner of his screen before he'd even finished reading the sender's name.

TidalBlade: Still not interested in a proper team? Kael's mouth twitched. So she hadn't given up.

It tracked. In his old life, Alexis Kane had been the same the kind of person who treated "no" as a suggestion rather than an answer, right up until the day she'd carved her way to second-best blade on the entire server through sheer, stubborn repetition.

Nobody climbed that high on talent alone. You needed the refusal to quit built into your bones.

Which made what she was about to walk into somewhat unfortunate for her.

Melee classes, as a rule, had almost nothing to offer in a siege event like this one.

The terrain did all the talking walls to stand on, distance to burn through, arrows and spells raining down on anything dumb enough to charge in a straight line.