Werewolf odinnsmeyjar
Was created by an Elder werewolf 27/07/2006 at 21:40:13
Character description
Spring was late, and the world was still shrouded with ice. The dark of the woods leaned into the clearing with the encroaching limbs, thin and spidery, frosted from winter’s breath, damp with the passing of a storm.
The villagers had warned them against settling so near the woods, had shook their beards, clucked their tongues, turned their backs when they had dared the wrath of the demon-wood by chopping down the trees for their homestead.
The priests had told the tale that hell itself raged in those woods, and in the lands beyond. Now they pointed angry fingers and laid blame whenever the beasts carried off so much as a lamb.
They even blamed on the settlers the rare visits of the Strangers, the pale nobility on their highbred destriers, with the harnesses bedecked in silver, their pouches of coin to buy livestock, and their easy anger if their offers were refused.
She pulled her heavy cloak tighter about her, watching her breath puff into the night. She pulled her knees closer to her chest, shivering in the cold of the late frost, wondering how much longer winter would hold the land in its fist. Beside her, the black and white dog whined, looking up at her anxiously. She looked down into the pointed face, with its black eye and ear patches, with the freckles on the white nose, and gazed into the nervous eyes. Her hand gently rubbed an alert ear, the one with the white tip that always stood straight up, no matter the little dog’s mood.
“Cine!” She tried to soothe the agitated dog, looking down at the animals they held watch over. The same watch she had been doing for the last three weeks, in anticipation of lambing. She tightened her fingers around the soft leather thongs of her sling.
There had been wolves in the settlement closer to the village, and they had lost half of their meager flock- she needed to be certain that that did not happen to her family. Without the sheep, her family would be hard pressed in the year, with little meat and less milk. They would be forced to buy from others, but would not have anything to sell to make the coin to buy with.
And the priests would point and look down their well-fed noses at her family; they would point and say ‘See, thus is what the forest has caused to befall those that violate her borders.’ And she would see the wicked gleam in their eyes as they felt vindicated in their maintenance of her family’s trespass.
Statistics
| Total loot: | 92,608.91 kgs of flesh |
| Victims bitten (via link): | 175 |
| Fights: | 473 |
| Victories: | 79 |
| Defeats: | 394 |
| Draws: | 0 |
| Gold gained: | ~ 4,000.00  |
| Gold lost: | ~ 5,000.00 |
| Damage to enemies: | 12921.81 |
| Damage from enemies: | 104190.22 |
The attributes of odinnsmeyjar:
| Character level: | Level 25 |
| Strength: |    (41) |
| Defence: | (46) |
| Agility: | (41) |
| Stamina: | (45) |
| Dexterity: | (49) |
| Experience: |   (2904|3125) |
The ancestral site statistics of odinnsmeyjar
| Attempted challenges: | 0 |
| Successful challenges: | 0 |
| Failed challenges: | 0 |
The sentinel of odinnsmeyjar
| Sentinel breed: | Bionic wolfhound |
| Sentinel name: | Bionic wolfhound |
| Attack: | (17) |
| Defence: | (18) |
| Stamina: | (16) |
Profile
| Gender: | female |
| Age: | 26-30 Years |
| Hometown: | --- |
| ICQ-number: | --- |
| MSN Messenger: | --- |
| Yahoo Messenger: | --- |
| AIM-Name: | --- |
| Jabber ID | --- |
| Skype ID | --- |
Arena
odinnsmeyjar has not yet achieved a special arena rank.
odinnsmeyjar has created 7 Werewolves so far:
| [LDM] LykinDis | Level 45 | Loot 371702.15 kgs of flesh |
| Lokisson | Level 38 | Loot 228602.23 kgs of flesh |
| SaintWild | Level 17 | Loot 42726.35 kgs of flesh |
| Arjen | Level 10 | Loot 14002.71 kgs of flesh |
| Catarina | Level 1 | Loot 18 kgs of flesh |
| Special Ale | Level 1 | Loot 0 kgs of flesh |
| Spartakus | Level 1 | Loot 0 kgs of flesh |