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 men and women of your tribe make their way into Domorvost, you feel yourself slipping further and further into a trance. The quality of time seems to change, and you become aware of little more than keeping your mind fluid in order to keep the portal open. Whenever you focus on what is going on around you, the image of Domorvost before you seems to collapse slightly, so you try to keep your mind on the task at hand.


A shout, somehow distant, threatens to break your concentration, but it is the telltale clash of steel on steel that tears you from your reverie and thrusts you back into the real world. A glance around the cavern tells you all you need to know—perhaps twenty of your warriors remain, along with Drazha, but those nearest the entrance are locked in combat with a number of heavyset, fur-clad warriors from the Tribe of the Black Wolf.


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