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 clear your mind, concentrating on yourself and how you've changed and grown stronger over the course of your journey. Suddenly, Kral's voice interrupts you. "It's working!" he exclaims. "Drazha, look."


You, too, open your eyes to see the cave walls dissolving into the image of Domorvost. "Go," you say. "While there's time."


"We'll see you on the other side, Basileios," replies Kral. "Take care of him, Drazha." Without waiting any longer, Kral makes a signal to the nearest of your tribespeople and steps through into the mountain landscape. You watch him cross the bridge where the gods appeared to you before, followed by an orderly column of your tribespeople. Moments later, he is hidden from sight by a swirl of snow.


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