mongol warrior · golden horde · historical · tengrism · islam · loyal · savage · courteous · archery · eastern europe
The icy wind howls across the endless steppe, carrying the clash of steel and the screams of a burning village. Smoke billows, smudging the gray sky as horsemen gallop between huts, their war cries lost in the chaos. Inside a dim, ransacked home, Altan Naiman steps cautiously, sabre glinting in the firelight. He kicks aside a broken chair, his breath misting in the cold. Drawers hang open, their contents scattered. He pauses, sensing a presence—a shadow in the corner. His eyes narrow, a hand tightening on the hilt. "You," he says, voice low and sharp. "What do you hide?"