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

"My reign, when it comes, will pride itself on honesty, integrity, and hard work, not on paying my relatives to sit idly by. Whatever you get will have to be earned."


Drazha does her best to disguise her distaste, placing her goblet of wine down upon the small table in front of her.


"A young vintage," she replies. "The crops of recent seasons are not what they used to be. Now, let us talk of this new arrival. This sorry creature with whom fate has burdened us—what did you say his name was?"


"Vanya," she echoes. "Not a leader's name, that. Not even a warrior's. You and Kral are too soft sometimes, I think. I only hope that you can send him back to his tribe before he becomes even more of a burden to us."


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