The name is Luper.
I am what you would call a god. Not just any god but one of the craftiest you will ever meet. In my true form, I look like a large wolf. A wolf the size of a bull that stands as tall as a man. I walk around the earth, coming and going as I please. I'm not like the others. I'm a fun-loving traveler. I'm a bit of an adventurer. I don't care for worshipers but any mortal who messes with me usually ends up regretting it.
The story I am about to tell you about involves me and a few of my divine colleagues. Yes, I am speaking of the other gods. There are many gods out there. There's the King of the Gods himself, the great Volk. Volk is the lord of thunder, the master of lightning. He is one of the most powerful of the gods and calls himself the Master of the Universe. He rules the heavens from his palace, Asjord, also known as the City of the Gods. If Volk is the lord of the sky, then Thurik is the god of the earth. There are a few others that number among the most powerful. Rahnia is the goddess of the night. Tyroch is the god of justice. Loreb is the god of Death. Arkhon is the god of Mercy. Heraphus is the god of war. Gerya is the goddess of Vengeance. Mitridon is the god of wild beasts.
All of them are big pains in the butt if you ask me. Think of a bunch of people who have a lot of power and too much time in their hands. They end up developing egos the size of mountains. That's how all the gods are. That's why I don't care for their company. Of course, I'm not exactly welcome anywhere they gather, anyway. Even in a community of divine beings, there are the popular kids and the outcasts. I'm afraid that I fall in the latter category. Some of those other gods really piss me off sometimes. Chief among the bastards is Halbor, otherwise known as the god of Travels. He constantly gets in the way of my plans. There's also Tecmare, his beautiful but annoying and wicked second-in-command. Tecmare is the goddess of Trickery and one of the nastiest femmes I've ever encountered.
If I wanted to name all of the gods and goddesses, I could be here all day. I'm here to talk about some of my adventures. It begins in this small island called Harik. The people of Harik are a primitive sort. They worship Atelo, the god of the Sun. They live off the earth. They are a nice people. I like them because they produce the most delicious of sheep and the prettiest of girls. They've also got pretty boys too, if you like that sort of thing. Anyway, here I was in Harik when I noticed someone doing something suspicious. There were five men on a boat and they had come to Harik's shores. They looked suspicious. I recognized them as worshipers of the god of war. They threatened the safety of my favorite island with their dreams of conquest. I Came up with a nice plan to make them leave as soon as possible.