Description
The humans of Pyrrhia have been barely hanging on in their fight for survival for millennia. They have lived for generations under the talons of dragons, and are none too happy about it. A transatlantic supply convoy from late 1942 has found itself no longer in the grim waters of the North Atlantic, but in a strange new world entirely. The Allies will have to learn to navigate this strange new world. They must learn the strange ways of a strange people. As well as about a completely new- and uncanny- race of beings. The Humans will have to learn the ways of an alien industry, technology, and way-of-life. The SeaWings are losing in the War of SandWing Succession. They're backed into a corner, and are potentially open to options normally considered unthinkable... ~ I apologize in advance for the sup-par writing quality. I have never written anything non-academic before this. Obviously, I make a lot of mistakes, but I'm still learning as I go on. The horrid cover is but a placeholder. I literally threw it together with shapes on Canva. (I have low standards, and pathetic art skills.) Comments, tips, suggestions, and corrections are all greatly appreciated. (Lord knows I need them) Feel free to pitch questions. I enjoy the prospect of reading and interacting with comments and jokes y'all make regarding events in the story. By the way, I'm also uploading the story on Royal Road. Just in case you're interested: https://www.royalroad.com/profile/375558/fictions
Human Map of Pyrrhia
