NonstopGarbage6

(novel library)

Your people roam the Great Steppe, chased and challenged by the fearsome Tribe of the Black Wolf. Their leader, the shaman Zhan-Ukhel, calls forth savage magic from Chernobog, the god who rules their tribe. Your tribe must have a leader who can call down protection from the gods. That leader is you, and this is your saga.

Rule your tribe as an iron-fisted chieftain or as a benevolent guardian. Will your allies support you on the field of battle? Will the gods come when you need them most? Do you even need the gods to smite your enemies, or will you seize divine power for yourself?

Horses in the Falcon

You rip your sword from its scabbard and leap for the nearest attacker, your blade slashing across his arm. The bandit yells in shock and turns, too slowly, as you lunge forward and run him through. You see Kral expertly turn the blade of his own attacker before separating his head from his body. As the old warrior looks up to meet your eyes, you hear a shrill horn blast echo through the forest. The remaining bandits take off through the trees at a run, leaving the dead where they fell.


Kral wipes his blade on the clothes of a fallen bandit before sheathing his weapon and walking over to you. "How many?" you ask, looking around.


"Five of theirs," he replies, "for two of our own. We should follow our attackers while their tracks are still fresh, but we cannot forget the dead. Their bodies should be bound and sent back to Tar-Domos immediately."


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