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 look like you've been here a while," you say to the guard as he comes to deliver your meal. "You must know every corner of this place."


The man slides the bowl of gruel under the bars of your cell and stands back. "You want a slap or something?" he says. "I've been told not to talk to the prisoners. 'If he talks, hit him till he shuts up'—those are my orders. So if you know what's good for you, you'll keep quiet."


The guard turns on his heel and leaves you to your meal. You chew on a cold and bitter mouthful of gruel, trying to think of your next move.


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