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

"Welcome, strangers," she says. "It seems our prayers were not in vain. Welcome to Muyal's Isle."


"A sanctuary," answers the woman, "for wanderers, pilgrims—all whose intentions are good and who thought themselves lost in the mist. Muyal's Isle cannot be found by those with evil in their hearts, and so we can stay here in the knowledge that we are safe. Muyal is our protector, a powerful sorceress. She resides in the tower, and her beacon burns with an everlasting fire, so that those who would seek sanctuary are drawn here. She does not appear among us, but we understand—we are, after all, merely guests in her home."


"I see," you say, looking around. "I am Basileios, of the Tribe of the Red Bear. We would like to rest here for a while."


"Of course," she replies. "You are more than welcome here, and I'm sure we can find room for all of your people. I am Kendra, and I lead this community in Muyal's stead. The others will find lodging for your people, but you and your companions must be my personal guests. We are simple folk here, so I hope none of you will be offended by what we can offer—I expect one of noble blood like you is used to much more."


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