I am Lupus Moon, Dovahkiin, Qahnaarin, Ysmir, Land-Strider, Harbinger of the Companions, Arch-mage of the College of Winterhold, Listener of the Dark Brotherhood, Guild-master of the Thieves Guild, Member of the Bards College, Dragonslayer of the Blades, Vampireslayer of the Dawnguard, Savior of Solstheim, Champion of the Nine Divines and Champion of seventeen Daedric Princes, Friend to Orcs, Honorary Member of the Moth Priests, Dwemer Expert, Bounty Hunter, Treasure Finder and master of the Thu'um, Alduin Bane and Dragonslayer, The Honored Thane of all Skyrim, Sturdy Harbinger, Mystic Archmage, and Silent Thief Master. The Revered Peacemaker, and The Victorious Conqueror, killer of general Tullius and Ulfric Stormcloak.

I ended the war as a third party faction, with the support of the Thieves guild, grey beards, Nightingales, college of Winterhold, the Companions, the last of the Blades, Dawngaurd, and the vampires (Reluctantly). I stood as an unbreaking wall when the Stormcloaks and the Imperials made a treaty to work together to kill me, but failed when I held them off at High Hrothgar. An army thousands strong marched upon me, and the battle gruesome. Had it not been for my dragon's blood, I would have fallen on the battle field. The battle lasted days before my reinforcements arrived and by then I had slain a thousand foes, Stormcloak and Imperial alike. My blades dull or broken, arrows gone, my armor in pieces, and in the end I was fighting off with my bare hands and magic, sending fire, lightning, and frost spells into the masses that opposed me.

I should have died, but the Daedra had other plans. When the only forces left with the ability to fight were the grey beards, mages, and the nightingales, I was soon backed into a corner, where I was stabbed through the heart by a Imperial, but found myself before the Daedra and the DIvines, and they spoke to me. They told me "This is not your time mortal, you have pleased us with your deeds, and we have decided to make you our champion." When they did, I was encased in Daedric armor, a new bow and sword, quivers of arrows, new magic, more strength, new powers. I had become the new Talos, but the catch was, I was alive. I opened my eyes to see the Army before me, staring in awe as I was reborn. The skies rumbled and clashed as dozens of voices called out, "Behold Lupus Moon, Champion of the Daedra! Champion of the Divines! Now go Mortal! And Fight in our name!"

I felt a weight on my back as I reached behind the feel the handle of a large blade. I shouted "SU GRAH DUN!" (Elemental Fury) as I drew my new blade. As I did, a massive explosion of fire burst out from my body, burning the nearest soldiers to death. I was a storm of death and fire as I swung the two handed blade around and around, limbs flying from bodies. When the blade grew dull, I sheathed it, resulting in another explosion. I quickly drew my new shield and daedric blade and shouted, "ZUN HAAL VIIK!" (Disarm) sending the weapons flying out of the hands of several soldiers. It took me a bit to realize that I needed no time between shouts, as I then shouted, "FUS RO DAH" (I think you all know this one ;D ) throwing dozens of soldiers to their deaths at the bottom of the mountain over and over again, until the horn to retreat was sounded by the Imperials and Stormcloaks. The battle had been won, but not the war.

We retreated into High Hrothgar to recover our lost health, stamina, and magic. We stayed in there for days before a courier from both General Tullius and Ulfric Stormcloak arrived at the doors, carrying letters of surrender, and to come unarmed and unarmored to the foot of the mountain. "My Thane, it is a trap. You must not go, you will be killed." Lydia said as she tried to stop me from leaving.

"Lydia, have you forgotten who I am, what I am?" I said as I exited High Hrothgar. "I am Dragonborn, and the Archmage of Winterhold. I don't need weapons to kill my enemies, just my voice and my hands."

As I walked down the thousands steeps, I looked down to see the army that rested below, most of it was Imperial scum, but there were also Stormcloak dogs scattered about. Then there were the Thalmor that rested in the center of it all, sitting high and mighty as their allies crumbled. They will not leave alive, nor be alive by the time the sun shall rise on this land of war. Upon reaching the base of the thousand steps, I am greeted by the sight of General Tullius, Elenwen, and Ulfric Stormcloak.

"I received the letter you sent me. I hope you have some honor left, Ulfric, as to not attack a Nord without a blade." I said as we walked to the commandeering tent. "You General and your elven associate, not so much I believe. you imperials never had much in the way of honor."

"You are not here for honor, dragonborn. you are here to surrender." General Tullius said, as they drew their weapons. "Surrender or die, you have no weapon."

I just sighed as I raised my hands. "You damn Imperials always forget, we Nords." I said as my hands glowed red and flames burst form them. "Never Surrender." I immediately launched fireballs at the leaders of the army as I ran out of the tent, just to find a shield wall blocking my way. I drew a deep breath before shouting, "RII VAAZ ZOL!" (Soul tear) and an entire platoon was bent to my will and became my allies. A random soldier tossed me his sword, before turning on his comrades and attacking. "DUR NEH VIIR!" (Summon Durnehviir) and "OD AH VING!" (Call dragon) into the crowd before launching myself forward, casting firebolt barrage into a legion of Stormcloaks.

Leaning back, I grabbed a battle-axe and threw it like a spear into a Imperial, and the next three behind him. I grunted as a arrow pierced my heart. I looked at the Thalmor who shot it, growling in annoyance, then threw an ice spike at her face. "Damn elf." I muttered before pulling the arrow out and casting healing hands. I threw the sword into a nearby enemy, took a deep breath, then shouted, "MUL QAH DIIV!" (Dragon aspect) and started to beat the shit out of anything in front of me, shouting bend will and soul tear every now and then, but when I finally had enough I reared my head back, and drew deep into my soul, as I shouted, "HUN KAAL ZOOR!" (Call of valor) and opened a gate from Sovngarde to the battlefield, brining forth every soul from within. (I know it's just one, but that's game mechanics. we aren't using game mechanics. Deal with it.)

Thousands of honored warriors who perished in battle the past few days shouted their battle cries as they rushed into combat once more. "Glory to the Dragonborn!" they shouted as the tide turned in my favor. I was dominating my foes, then using necromancy to bring them back and fight for me, causing terror among the army. I was ready to kill a Thalmor, when I saw the generals sneaking away. I snapped the Thalmor's neck, then picked up their bow and arrows. Aiming carefully, I shot each of the generals in the legs, and shooting Elenwen in the arms too, preventing her from casting magic.

"Shameful, leaving your loyal soldiers to die, using them as a distraction to escape. What kind of generals are you?" I said as I bore down upon them. "Pathetic." I say as I lift the three leaders up with the spell, Death Grip. Then, with a booming voice, I shouted out to the fighting army. "Hear me my brothers and sisters! I have you commanders at my mercy! Both have sought to end my life, and dragged you into it, just because I would not join them to fight against the other!"

I then unsheathe a daedric sword and walk in front of the three generals/leaders of the combined army. "I will now list your crimes against Skyrim and it's people! Ulfric Stormcloak, You murdered the high king with your voice, brining shame to it's wielders for committing such an act! As such, you will be sentenced to death by decapitation! General Tullius, you bring you army unto our lands and try to separate us from the third empire! your people bring laws from other lands in order to make us bow to you! As such you will be sentenced to death by decapitation! Elenwen, you and the Thalmor randomly steal the folk of Skyrim from their homes, torture them, and kill them just for speaking about the Stormcloaks! As such you and you army are sentenced to death by however I feel like!"

As such I ended the war there, and the heads of my foes decorated the walls of the my home near Riverwood. That is the origin of my power, before I was called to another land by Nocturnal.

HEYA! So who do you want to pair with our lovely Dovahkiin?

Aqua

Darkness

Megumin

Wiz

Other

Harem?

You choose!