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 make your way through the smoke toward the light of the fire flickering a little way off. As you get nearer, you find yourself walking through a sparse scattering of pine trees, and you hear the striking of metal on metal. Intrigued, you continue walking until, a little farther on, you see the shape of a building emerging from the smoke—though in truth, the smoke now seems more like a natural fog covering the land.


The building is a low stone cottage, and built into the side of it is a forge covered with a rough wooden roof. Before the forge stands Svarog, dressed in a leather blacksmith's apron, beating a red-hot piece of metal upon an anvil. You hail him and he turns around, putting the metal—which you now see is the early stages of a sword—back into the fire.


"Hello again, Basileios," he says. "I am glad you have sought us out once again."


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