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

In the end, we reached the Valley of the North Wind, though it was a dry and barren valley, not at all the verdant haven Basileios had described to us. Basileios wished to take the Tribe of the Red Bear to Domorvost, though I wanted no part of it and stayed in this world. He may have been successful, and yet I have heard stories that he has been seen all across the world, from Dumnia to Kulmajalar. Wherever he is, he is never far from my thoughts.


Less than half of those who started out from Tar-Domos survived the journey to the Valley of the North Wind, and though Basileios all but emptied the tribe's coffers, poverty may not be a burden in their new home. In the time I was with him, I saw Basileios rule with passion and vigor—a man who was always facing danger head-on. I must also, in part, give credit to the gods of the Great Steppe. Svarog, in particular, often seemed to be watching over him.


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