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

"I assure you, it's true," Salar says. "Ask anyone who was there. If you can find any of them who still live."


"Do you think this has anything to do with the curse?" you ask.


"It might," Salar says. "The Raven committed a terrible crime. It wouldn't surprise me if it came back to haunt him."


"That's certainly what would happen onstage," you say.


"But that's not the whole story," Salar continues. "Queen Idris had two children, twins who were not quite two years old. The Raven planned to kill them, too."


A cold horror touches you despite the warm sunshine. "What happened?" you ask.


"The children were saved. Their nurse took one and spirited it away to a family who lived high in the mountains. One of the Raven's soldiers took the other and hid it."


Salar looks at you squarely. "Because I'm Queen Idris' son. I'm the twin who was hidden with the family in the mountains. I grew up herding goats and making cheese with my brothers and sisters, but when I was old enough my parents told me the truth. They told me how the nurse was a cousin of theirs and came to them in the night afraid for my life. She left me with them knowing that one more child in a country family wouldn't attract any attention and that I would be safe. And I have been. But now I'm a man, and I can't stay in hiding forever."


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