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

"Drazha," you say, with an easy smile. "Haven't I guided us this far? Of course I know. All we need do is follow this stream, and it will lead us to our destination."


"As you say," says Drazha, looking down at the running water. "I am sure any nerves I have are just anticipation of what lies ahead. Whatever that may be, though, Basileios, I'm behind you." She spurs her horse on, and you follow, tracing the path of the stream at your feet as it bends farther into the mountains.


The sun is pale here, its light weak and diffuse as if held back behind a pane of glass. It has begun its descent, and faint shadows are just beginning to creep out from the sparse scatterings of trees when you turn into a gap between two large and imposing mountains. Almost at once, a valley seems to unfold before you.


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