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

"They'll withdraw, but only if they don't sense any trickery." You give Tethong an earnest look, hating yourself as you do it. "Please keep all your forces stationary until the Terrans have pulled everyone back and retreated."


"Why?" Tethong asks in sudden suspicion. "So we can stay exposed and they move to a better position?"


He gestures sharply, and two soldiers grab you roughly.


"I'm sorry," Tethong says to you, "but Terran atrocities are too frequent for me to trust anything you suggest."


You're hauled away into an alley as Tethong starts to issue orders.


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