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

It occurs to you that many of the villagers here might be better off coming with the Tribe of the Red Bear. Their lives in Bannerbridge are not easy at the moment, and you could make use of anyone who could swing a sword, mend armor, or even help to guide you through the Varrel Hills. You call a meeting, and before long, a number of men and women show up to hear what you have to say.


You talk of your journey northward and how those willing to do their part could find a place among your tribe. As an incentive you offer some gold, a yurt, even a horse to those willing to come with you, depending on their skills and who they might bring with them.


Your words do not have the desired effect, however. The villagers take offense that you would try to tempt them away from their friends and family in a time of need, and your attempts to take back your offer only further inflame the crowd. In moments, you find yourself warding off blows from a circle of irate villagers before your own warriors can restore order.


Thankfully, no lives are lost, and as the sun begins to dip below the horizon, the incident is largely forgotten, though your bruises will take some time to disappear.


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