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

The drop ship rolls to a halt as Halliday manipulates her controls. You hear the hiss of the after ramp opening and the jostle of your troopers as they begin to rise. This is your fifth mission in eleven days, and it's all becoming pretty routine.


At your nod he disappears aft, barking orders. Halliday pulls off her helmet, watching in surprise.


"It was a mixed reaction down there," you say as you unstrap and rise. "We were able to deliver the vaccine information without incident, but it didn't go so well for some of the other platoons."


You think back over the mission, at how the locals had reacted to your efforts to educate them on the vaccine. It almost felt like a regular day at the office, dropping in on some town or village, dealing with locals and trying to get the message out.


"I know," she says with a sigh. "I like the Cerberans as a people, but some of them just don't like us. I wish we could all get along better."


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