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 find yourself in a large room with a number of stout tables arranged in a semicircle in the center. At them sit a dozen men and women. A tall, angular, middle-aged woman stands up to address you, her almost bloodless lips pressed tightly together.


"I am Evelune Chauncy," she says, "and I speak for the Moot Council. I bid you welcome to Stonerun and ask you to forgive me for not giving you a better reception. I'll get straight to the point, Basileios: We have it on good authority that Garulf is planning to launch an attack against us tomorrow."


"If our scouts are to be believed, yes," Chauncy continues. "The walls of Stonerun are strong, and I do not doubt the ability of those who defend us, but the fact of the matter is that they are too few to survive alone. If your tribe were to help in our defense, though, we would have little difficulty holding out against Garulf."


"We hope," adds Clavell from beside you, "that this meeting is merely to confirm our expectations. You are within our walls now, and Garulf is likely already on the move. You must aid us in our defense."


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