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

As the Tribe of the Red Bear prepares to depart, you join your advisors, who are looking with interest at the ruins of the tower that has served as your tribe's most recent home.


"This tower must be ancient," says Seramet, thoughtfully. "Perhaps it was built by the ancestors of those who attacked us."


"Impossible," replies Kral. "They were dressed in furs and attacked with weapons of bone and wood. How could they possibly build something like this?"


You don't add to the conversation, but instead stare silently at a relief that, though previously obscured by the snow, is now clearly visible on one of the tower's remaining walls. The relief is a symbol—the same symbol that is displayed on the brooches you took from both the frozen corpse and the fur-clad warrior.


Soon the caravan is ready to move once more. Taking your place at its head, you step out onto the unblemished snow and resume your journey north.


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