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

Riding through the gates, you find yourself in a courtyard. Opposite, another similar gate is set into the north wall, while the western wall is formed from the mountains on that side of the pass. On the eastern edge of the courtyard is the Citadel itself, a towering fortress that ascends into the sky in tapering layers of stone.


The courtyard is emptier than you might have imagined of a place of this size. You can see perhaps twenty men—and they are all men, you notice—garbed in the same dark robes that you saw on the frozen body several days ago. One of them approaches you now—a tall man of advancing years, broad-shouldered, with a friendly, open face.


"Welcome," says the man, his arms open wide in greeting. "Welcome, all of you, to our home. I am Matthais, abbot of the Citadel, chosen by the Eight to be their voice in this world. I believe you have something that belonged to one of our Brothers?"


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