It was just another boring day monitoring the Mists, the strange murky clouds that hover in the canyons below the Up Top. Until it wasn't. They say whatever enters the mysterious mist is lost to The Mists. When Novara finds her schooner suddenly being sucked into the clouds of death, she's expecting the worst. She's going to die... moreIt was just another boring day monitoring the Mists, the strange murky clouds that hover in the canyons below the Up Top. Until it wasn't. They say whatever enters the mysterious mist is lost to The Mists. When Novara finds her schooner suddenly being sucked into the clouds of death, she's expecting the worst. She's going to die. When Novara finds herself thrust into a world below her own, instead, never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined she'd come face to face with an entire colony of the humanoid bat people, the very ones she'd been obsessed with for years. Great gwog, what were the chances? If ever there was a time her love for dead languages could come in handy, this was it. And she would be needing it, because this was her new home now. Citoc isn't too keen on taking on the odd, funny faced wingless Humanid that had literally dropped down atop him, spewed out from the skies, yet he finds himself drawn to the mouthy, witless female. He isn't the only one intrigued by the many tongues speaking newcomer. A whole new world and all the different cultures forming the melting pot of the Alcove, Novara will need to learn to navigate it all fast if she's to stand a chance. Eladrathuil preserve her, what's a stranded Mists pilot to do? Acclimate. But her stubborn buns are going to do it her way. May the madness ensue and the odds be in her favor. less
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