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

"Arvan the Falcon gave us our orders," you say. "She has won much favor with Zhan-Ukhel as of late. The Great Wolf will not be pleased if you question her commands."


"There is no such war leader by that name," the man says with a sneer. "I don't know who you are, but we'll soon find out. Guards!"


You kick out at him and spur your horse forward, riding hard up the road. A whistling through the air is the first herald of the arrow. The shot misses your torso and strikes your thigh, forcing a choked yell of pain from your lips.


You keep riding, gritting your teeth against the pain. The arrow has not penetrated too deeply, and shortly after, you are able to dismount and have Drazha treat the wound before once again continuing north.


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