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

In the clearing is an encampment, a collection of tents gathered around a large central fire pit. In among the tents you can count over fifty armed men and women, more than double the number of warriors in your own small patrol. Clearly the bandits who attacked you on the road were not alone.


At the center of the encampment stands an enormous warrior, his head shaved save for a topknot that ends in a lank ponytail hanging over his back. This brute of a man has his back to you and is talking to a number of bandits only slightly less hulking than himself. Among those he's talking to, you recognize some of the people who attacked you on the road.


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