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

"That's why I'm here," he says. "We're not leaving until you're free." He nods in the direction of Tihana's body. "What happened there?"


"It's Tihana," says Vanya. "Dugu killed her."


"This is Vanya," you explain to Kral. "It seems he was taken prisoner by Dugu, the leader of these bandits, sometime before they captured me."


"I hail from the Narrow River," adds Vanya. "I can assure you there is no love lost between the Black Wolves and us."


"The Narrow River have long been our allies," muses Kral. "Even now, they fight alongside us on the steppe. If we can free Basileios from this cage, then you are welcome to come with us, Vanya, at least until you can return to your own people."


"The problem is," says Kral, turning to you, "how are we to free you? The Black Wolves outnumber us two to one."


As if in response to Kral's question, a voice from your dream comes unbidden to your mind—the voice of Ziva: You will find yourself in trying circumstances, but you will not be alone. In times of distress, you may call upon one of us to aid you. Perhaps now is the time to call upon the aid of the gods.


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