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

All of the roads seem to go uphill. Surely there must be a point at which they start going down?


Diar is walking along beside one of the wagons, chatting to one of the other actors. She's left Aislen to stay for the summer with friends in the city. While you know that can't be easy, Diar's throwing herself busily into the life of the tour.


Nichol has made a nest of cushions in one of the wagons and has a stack of scripts and a couple of books to occupy him, only looking up occasionally to take in a particularly spectacular view. You suppose this isn't his first tour by any means.


Kit is here as well, having surprised you by accepting a position as the company's guard for the length of the tour. "I was encouraged to take leave by my commander," Kit said when you asked her about it. "Apparently my report about the night we were attacked by shadow creatures was taken as some sort of humorous prank. Or as contradiction of the Raven's official statement that there isn't a curse. One or the other. I can't afford to sit around without any work, and this way at least I'll get to see some plays."


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