Gyro Zeppeli

"Even the greatest men must eventually fall." *Alzack said.* "That is a lesson that my grandfather drilled into me when he was teaching me to fight." *Alzack looked over to Rhaz.* "Even the strongest and most resiliant of warriors has their breaking point. I think an army of dremora would easily do for anyone. Im not doubting your ability, but It isnt a good idea to get overconfident." *He once again pointed at his bandaged eye.* "You see where it got me."

"I think that with the position that we are in we should to be open to almost any strategy it may take it win." *Alzack commented.* "I mean its what, seven of us against a leigion of deadra? Even Talos would have trouble in our situation." *Alzack pet Ivory's mane, the mare was walking beside him.* "I highly doubt that taking the up front and honorable strategy is going to work every time."

Someone pooooossssttttt. Also, it said we could only have one character because there needs to be enough deadric princes to go around, but would we be allowed to have a second character that was not a deadric champion?

*Alzack walked back over to te group. He stood near Stygian and said to him quietly.* "I may have to take you up on that offer after all." *He turned to Rhaz.* "I agree, as much as I love killing dremora, I dont think any of us would be able to keep this up for long." *He tapped his bandaged eye.* "More of us will end up like this, maybe worse. Moving on quickly is probably the best idea."

*Alzack blushed slightly as Eos skipped away. He put his hand up to his cheek and let out a little smile. But it dropped off his face quickly.* "No, I cant let myself get attatched to anyone..." *He thought about Stygian's offer to find a way to remove his curse.* "Not yet at least." *Alzack looked around at the field of corpses. Only thier group was still alive. Alzack picked up his ebony blade and placed it on his back. He walked over to his charred cloak that was laying on the battlefield and picked it up. He frowned.* "Damn, this thing was expensive." *The cloak was full of scorched holes, he examined the damage closely.* "Ah well, guess I can still get some use out of it." *Alzack tore the fabric into strips, he then took some gauze out of his back and placed it against his damaged eye and wrapped the fabric strips around his head as a sort of makeshift bandage, securing it tightly. There were still a lot of strips left so he stuffed those into his bag and slung it over his shoulder. He took another look over the batlefield and noticed something odd.* "Why is there a troll trying to play patty-cake with one of the dead dremora?"

"If its a fight they want..." *Alzack said as he drew the Ebony Blade.* "Then I guess we have no choise but to oblige." *Alzack dashed at a dremora warrior, swift as the wind, and cut off the warriors arm. The warrior swung around at Alzack with its other arm, weapon in hand. Alzack quickly dodged underneath the swing and slashed his blade upwards, slicing the dremora and sending it to the ground.* "One." *Alzack continued on to the next, this time it was a dremora mage. The mage launched a fireball at Alzack, who blocked the brunt of it with his blade. Unfortunately, his cloak caught fire. Alzack quickly tore it off to reveal the strong durable nordic carved armor he wore beneath.* "Still feeling lucky?" *Alzack asked the dremora mage with a twisted grin. Before the dremora could answer, Alzack was on him, blade through his skull, and fallen to the ground. Alzack stood up and pulled his blade from the dremora.* "Whos next?" *Alzack said confidently.*

Okay, thank you, thats all I wanted to know. Now I nedd to fill the rest of the character requirement.

I mean the civil war questline in skyrim.Before Draxius came to power, what was happening with that? Doesnt this take place about a year after the events of the skyrim game?

Hey Krien, one question real quick. What are we stating as the current state of the civil war in skyrim. Im sure its not currently being waged, but who are we saying the dragonborn sided with before Draxius came into power?

*Alzack smirked at Eos' sarcasm, but when Stygian mentioned that there may be a way out of his curse, he looked hopeful. The look lasted for only a moment. Alzack shook his head.* "Dont get my hopes up, please. I dont think Mephala would let me go no matter what I did." *Alzack put the ebony blade back in its place on his back. he reached into his pocket and took out a whistle. He held it up to show the rest of them.* "Horse whistle." *He said with a smile.* "The Ebony Blade isnt fed by the lives of animals, so I keep a horse for company." *Alzack blew the whistle, and after about a minute later, a medium sized white horse trotted out of the woods. Alzack went up to the mare and pet her mane.* "This is Ivory. She always stays close." *Ivory whinnied and put her nose against Alzack.* "Yeah yeah, I know what you want." *He said. He took an apple out of his backpack and fed it to Ivory.*

(Alzack is Nord/Redguard, not dunmer.) "I guess. My mother on occasion will call herself Mephala, thats one of the daedric lords, right. She lives inside this." *Alzack drew the Ebony Blade* "So I guess I am a champion. I dont fully understand it all, but mother told me to come here, so thats what I did."

:We should head to the shrine of Meridia.: *Alzack looked surprised at his mother's words.* "Why? What would we have to do there?" *Alzack asked her.* :Just go there child. Do not argue with me.: *Alzack was surprised. Mephala was never this strict and serious.* "Whatever you say mother." *Alzack said. He began to wander along the path on his way to the shrine of Meridia. He suddenly heard a rustling in the bushes. Alzack turned toward the noise, drawing his sword, and rightly so, for a feral werewolf launched out of the bushes. Alzack put his Ebony Blade out in front of himself effortlessly weilding the long weapon with one hand and caught the werewolf's claws on the blade.* "Well this is a nice distraction." *Alzack said. He put his hand up in front of the werewolf's face and launched a small fireball of destruction magic thar quickly set the werewolf's fur on fire. Alzack then swung back his sword, dodged under the werewolf's arm, and stabbed his sword through the werewolf's back. The werewolf dropped to the ground, dead. Alzack pulled his sword out of the werewolf and placed it onto his back. He crouched down next to the werewolf and closed its eyes.* "Im sorry for taking your life." *He said to the corpse. he then stood back up and continued his walk to the shrine of meridia. Upon his arrival, he was surprised to see an orc sitting on a bench.* "Oh, you are one of those guys from the tavern, in solitude, arent you?" *Alzack said to the man.*

*Alzack looked around as the strange woman and her apparant friends began to empty out of the tavern.* "Well, so much for that." *Alzack mumbled.* :Aw, that seemed like it was going to be fun.: *Alzack finished his drink.* "Well I guess I probably wont be seeing them again, right mother?" *Alzack said quietly to the shade that resided within the large sword on his back.* :Unfortunately it seems like it.: *Mephala replied to him.* "Nothing else to do but head home then I guess." *Alzack said. It was for the best, he would only have grown to like these people and then they would end up dead, just like all the others. He put his hood back up and walked out of the tavern and went to leave the city.*

(Thats exactly why I used it. xD) *Alzack bit his lip.* "Im, not exactly the most social of people." *Alzack admitted.* :Come child, there is no harm in having a few drinks with stranges, now is there?: *Alzack's mother's voice whispered in his head. Alzack sighed.* "But I guess there is no harm in a few drinks." *Alzack admitted.* "I never really have too many at once though. Most I have had in one night was probably three." *Alzack lowered his hood, revealing his messy short hair, and the shoulder length braid in front of his right ear.* "So, what are we drinking?"

(I made a post about this in the OoC, I am Lord Loki/Apollo/GildaShy/etc. and this account is for use on my ipod.) *Alzack looked up at the strange woman who had stepped on his cloak* "It is fine, dont worry about it one bit." *He said with a dull smile.* :She seems pretty, you should talk to her.: *Alzack ignored his mother's voice, sometimes it seemed like she wanted him to go into his blackouts, the ones that always ended in the deaths of his friends. Not this time, he had learned to not listen to his mother's social advice.*

I do not see how this is possible. While I agree that it is messed up that you do not get your desired cake on your birthday due to someone elses cake preferance, I just dont see how you can only like those two kinds of cake. It seems crazy to me, as a man who loves cake. I admit that there is a lot of cake that I dont like, but still.

How much do I eat in a day? It depends, it depends on things like what Im doing and how Im feeling. Sometimes Ill eat tons of food, and sometimes almost nothing at all.

They say that breakfast is the most imprtant meal of the day. It what wakes you up, gets youelr engines running, makes you active and ready for the day ahead of you... So no, I dont eat breakfast.

This looks fun. xD Morgan Freeman always makes things better. And Liam Neeson too? Aw man, this will be more fun than a barrel of monkeys. Trust me, I have several.

They say there are many who want the D or not.... A

"A true man never dies... even when he's killed." -Kamina "The tomorrow we're trying to reach is not a tomorrow you've decided on! We... by ourselves... choose our tomorrow from the infinite universe! We will fight through it. We will fight through it and protect the universe! We'll show you we can do it!" -Simon the Digger So pretty much anything from Gurren Lagann xD