How did your Character end up in Prison : IV

» Tue Apr 26, 2011 3:43 am

What Crime did you character commit to originally end up in the imperial prison

After traveling all the way from High Rock to the Imperial City Aron my Breton Mage sat in the Tiber Septim hotel mulling over a cold ale. "I've come so far to join the Arcane University, I will not let some new policies of Recommendations keep me from getting in. Damn Traven, damn them all"
That night Aron went to sleep in his bed in the hotel, in the morning he awoke in the prison. Many years later an older, wiser Aron would believe that his being in the prison on the morning of the emperor’s assassination was an act of divine intervention.

» Tue Apr 26, 2011 7:56 pm

Veronica Vultori get into a Dark Brotherhood member to find information about the brotherhood, because their parents died because of the brotherhood and she wants to find anything about it.
She lived in the Abandoned House in Cheydinhal and she just find a note about the five tenet. While inside of the member's house, she steal various books to find any information but the member discovered and try to kill Veronica. Veronica took a dagger and killed the member, the cheydinhal guards tried to catch her, but failed.
Veronica ran out of Cheydinhal, but in the way to her house, the Imperial Watch caught her and took her to prison.

» Tue Apr 26, 2011 9:33 am

Buffy and her friend City Swimmer ran into a problem during a visit to the Imperial City. Here is a snip from Episode 1 of her Journal:

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"Stop!" I yelled, "She already dropped the apples!" The merchant ignored my pleas and kept hitting my friend. I thought he was going to kill her. Without thinking, my bow jumped into my hand and I loosed an arrow into the side of the merchant's chest. Just like a deer in the forest, he fell. City Swimmer ran out the door.

The shopkeeper wasn't moving. Blood was seeping from where the deeply imbedded arrow protruded, and trickled into a slowly growing pool on the wooden floor. I had never shot a man or mer before, and just stared at him, my feet frozen in place.

Before I could decide what to do, a mountain of gray armor charged into the shop, booming, "Stop right there, criminal scum!"

My sputtering attempts at sweet talking only resulted in the soldier sternly adding, "You're under arrest." He then drew his long silver sword to emphasize the point.

Having heard horrible stories about the Imperial Prison, I swallowed hard, and made a choice.

I tried to bolt past the soldier's left side and out the door. As soon as I took my first step however, he extended his shield arm in a vicious bash.

The blow knocked the wind from me and sent me flying. An explosion of light and pain erupted as I hit the nearby wall. The wooden planks of the floor were rising up to meet me as if in slow motion, but I was powerless to stop myself from falling. My world collapsed into a field of silent blackness.

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» Tue Apr 26, 2011 5:23 am

For Teresa, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or perhaps the right place, at the right time, depending on how you look at it.

The harsh croaking of a raven prompted Teresa to raise her green eyes from the only slightly bruised apple that she was eating. The alley behind the Tiber Septim Hotel was narrow, a thin gouge cut between massive stone buildings that loomed high to either side and cast its depths into dim shadow. Sacks filled with trash dotted the length of the lane, clustered in small islands near the back doors of every business and home.

The pale wood elf stood at one such mound of garbage, filled with slops and other castoffs. Rich people threw away the best food, she knew, making the back streets here in the Talos Plaza district a practical gold mine for street urchins like herself.

Her scavenged lunch fell from suddenly nerveless fingers however, as she gazed down the alley and saw the figure of a man running in the shadows. He was clad in plain linens, the clothing of an ordinary plebeian. But there was nothing ordinary about the way he held a drawn sword in his hand, nor the blood that stained it.

Before the pale wood elf could bolt and run herself, the interloper was upon her. Now she could see he was an Imperial by his olive skin and dark hair. He reached out to her with his free hand, and as Teresa backed away she realized that it was not only his sword that was washed in blood, but the front of his tunic as well.

"You must warn them!" the Imperial croaked through the blood that flowed from his mouth. As she stared with wide eyes, Teresa was certain she could see tiny bubbles of air bursting up from the red flow. She had seen that before, from deep knife wounds to the chest. He was a dead man, she thought, he just did not know it yet.

His hand clutched at the shabby tunic of worn sack cloth that Teresa wore, grabbing a handful of the rough material. Teresa nearly jumped as his fingers pressed against one of her briasts. The sword fell from his other hand with a clatter of steel on stone, and the Imperial dropped to his knees, collapsing into her.

Teresa stared with wide eyes at the dying man, whose head was now buried in the valley between her small briasts. Her heart raced like a wild horse, and she felt her skin grow cold as Skyrim. Try as she might to flee, her feet seemed rooted to the spot however. All she could do was gape in growing horror as the man clutched at her willowy frame and spat blood over her already bedraggled clothing.

The sound of footsteps caused her to lift her eyes and gaze back down the way the Imperial had come. There stood a handful of figures wearing dark red robes, nearly black in the dim light. Hoods of the same material covered their heads, shrouding their faces in darkness. She saw blades in their hands as well. Not mortal steel, but rather monstrous, wavy knives, like the jagged teeth of some fearsome Daedra.

"They're going to kill the-" with that the Imperial's voice gave out, and she heard a rattling noise issue from his throat. It was like a dry breeze through an abandoned tenement. Then he fell limp at her feet, open eyes staring blankly back up at her from the pavement.

"Hey, what's going on back there!" came an iron growl from the other end of the alley. The clash of armored boots rang out between the high buildings, reverberating in the Bosmer's ears. Wrenching her gaze from the dead man, Teresa turned to see an Imperial Watchman charging down the alley toward her, dark eyes glittering like polished ebony within the 'T'-shaped slit in his full-faced helmet.

"You there! Put down your weapons and surrender." The legionary had his arming sword out now, and before the wood elf knew it, he was standing before her. He took a moment to first glance down at the dead man at Teresa's feet, and then the blood that washed her tunic.

"I didn't-" Teresa gasped, feeling her blood turn to ice with the understanding of how things must look to the watchman. Then the steel gauntlet of his left hand was reaching out for her, and the words slipped from her throat.

"You'll hang for this street meat!" the legionary growled.

With that Teresa finally felt her body come back under her control. Twisting away from watchman's grasp, she sprang for the other end of the alley. Her eyes saw that the red-robed figures were gone now. Then her view swam as her foot caught upon the corpse of the Imperial. She felt herself falling, and her head slammed against something hard as she came to a stop.

Her vision narrowed, as if she were within a tunnel. She was vaguely aware of the thin, blue slit of the sky above her, flanked by the grey stone of buildings to either side. She thought she saw a dark bird spread its wings in that sliver of light. But then the shape dissolved, and turned into the steel helmet of the legionary, looming closer and closer. Finally, darkness consumed her.

» Tue Apr 26, 2011 3:17 pm

ooh, I can't resist a fanfic quotation. Haa-Rei stole some bread-the foulest of all crimes!

I ran from the Merchants Inn as fast as I could. Holding tight to the precious bounty I had wrapped in cloth, ignoring the angry shouts behind me. I dipped into an empty side street and paused to look around before examining my prize, a large loaf of bread covered in melted cheese.

» Tue Apr 26, 2011 5:23 am

From my characters bio...

".... Daza moved on, returning to Cyrodiil where a chance encounter saw him inadvertently rescue a baby clannfear from a group of Goblins. Unlike most clannfear the baby seemed to be free of the Daedric Princes influence and was not hostile like most runts.

The Clannfear began to follow Daza and before long he adopted it as a pet, named Wilson. Wilson's unique nature attracted the attention of the Arcane University and he was offered a considerable sum of gold to allow the Arcane University to study Wilson. Daza refused and so the university hired a band of muggers to kidnap Wilson, in which they succeded while Daza was visiting a store in the Market District.

In retaliation and anger Daza broke into the university through it's sewers and managed to free Wilson after killing the Battlemage watching his pen. The pair escaped into the sewers but were almost immediatly discovered and persued, as they reached the exit Wilson managed to escape whilst Daza was caught and arrested....

» Tue Apr 26, 2011 4:44 pm

From my characters bio...

".... Daza moved on, returning to Cyrodiil where a chance encounter saw him inadvertently rescue a baby clannfear from a group of Goblins. Unlike most clannfear the baby seemed to be free of the Daedric Princes influence and was not hostile like most runts.

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That's sweet! I hope Daza and Wilson got reunited.

» Tue Apr 26, 2011 3:36 pm

Kind of depends on the character.

But my default reason is pretty simple. While defining his or her self from bandits (or other attackers) some idiot legionnaire kept running in from of my character's attacks. So the legionnaire got upset and threw my character in prison.

» Tue Apr 26, 2011 9:40 am

I use a mod nowadays that starts the characters elsewhere.

Prior to the mod...

Heddvild: Drunk and Disorderly. She's a Nord.

Silvonwe: Attacked by bandits on road and left for dead. Knows nothing of reason for her imprisonment. Probably slugged somebody who was trying to help her.

Most of my characters are from outside Cyrodiil, and have come for specific reasons (to attend Arcane University, for instance.) They are being held for paperwork problems. When in doubt, blame the bureaucracy!

Having characters from distant provinces helps to explain their unfamiliarity with Cyrodiil, and the fact that they don't know anybody.

» Tue Apr 26, 2011 3:12 pm

My Argonian got busted trying to smuggle Skooma into Black Marsh but he was caught by the Imperial Guard before reaching the border.

» Tue Apr 26, 2011 6:39 am

Bohwynn Arreaux awoke to find himself in a jail cell unaware of how he got there. He had been in Morrowind searching for his father. He found him, dead in a cave along with several dead Conjurors. Sudden excruciating pain and everything going black is the last thing he remembers...then waking up in a cell.

» Tue Apr 26, 2011 4:48 pm

My character, Indigo, moved to the waterfront from Morrowind when she was 14 and lived there for 5 years. She's very outpoken against guards and taxes and overall waterfront oppression. She was scrawling some ani-esablishment grafiti when she got stopped by a guard adn thrown in prison after attempting to run away. She was outraged that she was arrested for "speaking the truth" and thus kept asking why she was in prison.

» Tue Apr 26, 2011 8:06 pm

Barahir worked as a chef in the Imperial Palace. When Ocato came to complain about the food and gravely insulted the chef, the Altmer got slammed in the face with a frying pan. (That why he looks the way he does, btw.) Long story short, Barahir was taken into custody. From then on, he's never touched any kitchen appliances.

» Tue Apr 26, 2011 4:06 pm

Frosty accidentally killed one of Clavicus Vile's worshipper's with his Nordic Frost. He awoke at their shrine with severe amnesia and she was tending to him. Meaning no harm, he reached out to touch her and the frost flowed uncontrollably from his veins. The other worshippers forgave his murder as Clavicus Vile himself had marked Frosty as having an important destiny. But Frosty, desperate to make amends, turned himself in to the guard but vowed to be forever indebted to the great god should he ever find himself free from the formidable prison.

Drothek (a dark elf) was a mass murder sentenced to death

Cingorhm (wood elf) was (and still is) a cannibal which did not go well with the people of anvil

Yutsu (redguard) was convicted as an anarchist hellbent on destroying the empire

Frosty has the biggest story behind him as he is my most played character but the other ones have a little background as well

» Tue Apr 26, 2011 12:34 pm

My current character was wrongly accused of wiping out the farming community he lived in by a large and influential gang of bandits. His goal is to hunt down and kill the leader of the gang.

» Tue Apr 26, 2011 9:00 am

My current char, Carandial Tz'arkan, ended up in prison due to anger problems. A Black Horse Courier had offended him, and thus Carandial attacked her with a fire spell and conjured skeleton. :flamethrower:

» Tue Apr 26, 2011 1:13 pm

Skooma is a hell of a drug.

» Tue Apr 26, 2011 8:03 am

I'm still coming up with a detailed version of how my character ended up in jail but basically my character Sophia Lockhart, she was in the middle of a skooma deal in High Rock specificly Daggerfell and she got caught and they charged her with Skooma trading and a bunch of other crimes that she commited over the last 4 years. She was sent to the Imperial city so that they could determine what to do with her but then the rest is history.

» Tue Apr 26, 2011 5:55 pm

Merari is a young Altmer who has travelled to the imperial province in hopes of joining the mages guild.

He was discontent with the arcane lessons the teachers at his family home provide and would like something more practical.

After a long journey he was close to wawnet inn, where he had planned to rest for the night. But a bump on the head releaved him of his consciousness, and as he found when he woke, his belongings. The unknown assailant had made off with his travel bag, his money, had even stripped him to his underwear.

He was feeling embarresed, cold and hungry under the stars, and his head ached.
Eventually he reached the wawnet inn and approached carefully from the back, ashamed at his lack of clothes and unwilling to let anyone see him like that.
Luckily there was a clothes line behind the inn, where some washing hang to dry.

He decided he would clothe himself, go inside, apologise and explain. Perhaps they had some work he could do in exchange for the clothes. And he also needed food. And sleep.
Merari grabbed what looked like a pair of cheap pants.

He heard a voice: 'Stop right there criminal scum!'

» Tue Apr 26, 2011 8:58 am

Rythe assaulted his wife because she was leaving him. After getting out of prison, he turned to a life of good, and is now the CoC, Knight Errant of the Knights of the White Stallion and the Divine Crusader.
Most other characters it was usually just Drunk & Disorderly or Skooma or som'n. However, like Glargg, I use an alternate start mod now

» Tue Apr 26, 2011 10:22 pm

''Mom, mom?'' I asked her a couple of times, but I noticed soon enough that she wasn't responding to me at all, not that I was expecting otherwise. She was still sleeping on the couch with bottles of wine next to her. Not one of them wasn't empty, and not one of them was older than just one day. I placed both my hands on her cold body, and started shaking her from side to side. Still hoping for a reaction. But it didn't bother.

''Mom!'' I screamed into her left ear, and I noticed she was waking up. I thought she might startle, but she seemed barely alive. Still not sober I think.
''Oh, it is my lovely Mope!'' she laughed.
''It's Hope, mom, I'm called Hope - remember?'' I noticed that my voice was almost begging her. I didn't know what I was begging for, and neither did she. She got up and took a seat in the old couch, which had some wine stains on it.

She looked older than ever.
''Well Hope, why did you woke me? Didn't I teach you to leave your mother alone when she's sleeping!'' she said while searching for a bottle. I didn't tell her that not a single bottle was still filled with wine - she had to see for her self.
''Mom, I have to talk to you. You know the Arcane University? Well, -'' she interrupted me with a loud cough. She usually did that to make clear that she wanted to speak.
''Mages school?''
I nodded while taking a seat on the chair facing the couch she was sitting on. She raised one bottle from the floor and she examined it with her eyes, and clearly she was disappointed when she noticed it was empty.

''Well, I want to go to the Arcane University and study there, becoming a m-''
''A what?'' She started to laugh. Her laugh was hysterically and halfway she began to choke. She thought it was funny? My dream was just a big joke to my mother, and that was hurting me.

''Hope,'' she said still laughing. ''You're a Dunmer, and Dunmer aren't typically mages.''
''There are many Dunmer mages,'' I said. My voice was weaker than before and I was almost sure that she noticed that she caused me a lot of pain, but I was also almost sure that she didn't care.
''Well, you're not. Being a Dunmer mage is harder than a Breton mage or an Altmer mage. Only when you're willing to learn, smart and when you've got some talent you would be able to make it.''
''There are plenty of people who have that - including ME!'' I said and I pointed with my index finger to myself. Again she was laughing. I stood up and looked down at her.

''Hope, you're a piece of nothing, you're not worth a single coin in this world. Just like your mother,'' she was whispering. ''But if you want to proof yourself: come on, set me on fire. Electrify me.''
''Mom - mom I c-can do it, just believe me!'' I felt the tears in my eyes, I noticed them. And so did she - it only caused another laughter.
''Come on little Hope, set me on fire, set me on fire - oh, you can't! You know why? Because y-''

I didn't know what really happened next. I only remember that the house was set on fire. It was a wooden house, and the fire, what a single moment ago wasn't there, spread himself all over the place.
I examined it. It reached the ceiling and caressed it with his warm arms. The warm tongue of the fire whispered something to me. I didn't really know what it said, but it said something. But one thing was bothering, and a second later I knew it: my mother.

Slowly I moved my view to her and yes, she was already dead. A moment of regret, tears and sadness appeared. I couldn't believe it. I was a killer, a cold heartless killer. My mother was right. She was just right. I'm worth nothing.

And by the sound of people screaming I could notice that I was in trouble. In big trouble.

» Tue Apr 26, 2011 7:36 am

''Mom, mom?'' I asked ...

Nice! :goodjob:

» Tue Apr 26, 2011 10:29 pm

And by the sound of people screaming I could notice that I was in trouble. In big trouble.

Loved it! :intergalactic:

» Tue Apr 26, 2011 4:32 pm

Conrad Belmont defended his girlfriend from an Orc who was insulting her. The guard didn't see the Orc starting it, though, only Conrad ending it.

» Tue Apr 26, 2011 2:10 pm

I have so many characters that ended up there for so many reasons.