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

"This is not our fight," you say. "I will not risk my own warriors in the defense of a place we are only passing through. Do you expect us to stop for everyone who asks something of us? I have made my decision. I wish you luck against Garulf, but in that battle, you are on your own."


That evening, the Tribe of the Red Bear camps on a patch of moorland some way north of Stonerun. The mood in the camp is dour, as your tribespeople gather around campfires and do their best to keep warm against the evening's chill. For a while, you stand and look back toward Stonerun. The lights of the town are visible for a while, but as fog descends on the moor, they become ever more difficult to see.


"All you had to do was say yes," says a voice from behind you. You turn to see Vanya approaching. "They offered us safety within their walls, food, coin…whatever we wanted, if only we'd help defend them from Garulf. Is the Tribe of the Red Bear so different from my own tribe that they do not help those in need?"


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