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

"We're not the ones who started this, Major. But we'll finish it."


Zhang looks away in a glimmer of frustration.


"All we want to do is deliver a vaccine that will help your people," you say.


"If you were to free me, and take me back to Cerberus," he suggests, "I could speak on Terra's behalf and ensure no resistance."


"You know I can't do that," you say. "Our orders regarding prisoners are clear."


"You'll realize as you go on in this bloody business of ours," he says quietly, "that you can't ignore your conscience. You can follow your orders, you can tell yourself it's all in service to Terra, but eventually you'll have to recognize your actions. And then you'll have to answer for them."


A long moment passes, as you and Zhang stare at each other. Then you abruptly turn and depart the cell, unsure how to respond further and not wanting to show weakness. The guard shuts the door and escorts you back through the secure airlock.


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