That's funny, my assassin I am RP'ing as getting charged with arson, though he didnt intentionally set it :chaos:

My young dark elf, Nero, spellslinger is charged with arson and subsequent manslaughter.

We were all caught crossing the border into Skyrim illegally.

Just posted in another thread, but I like to go with the whole "amnesia" bit in these games.

I'm wet. Blood. My head. Rodin slowly drug his arm up from his side, through the snow and gravel, and placed his damaged hand upon his head. "No blood," he thought. Rodin's bearings returned to him as his vision slowly blurred back in. "I'm on the ground," he thought. He looked up into the grey skies of what he thought was High Rock, his place of birth and home. "What happened…?" Rodin slid his hand back down around his back, retrieved his battle-ax, and used it for balance as he slowly rose to his feet. He shook out all of his limbs systematically, making sure everything was where it was supposed to be. As he stretched out again, he felt from his ankles up to the top of his head with calculating patience. "Not hurt," he thought. He stretched out once more, and put his weapon away. As quickly as he decided he should return home, he realized that he couldn't recall where home was. He did a three-sixty, gazed at the horizon, another three-sixty… Rodin couldn't remember where he came from, where he was going, or where he was. All he knew was that his name was Rodin… Rodin… Rodin Red-tooth. It came back to him. He hoped that this realization would yield others, but he still didn't know where he was, or why he was there. "Cold," he thought. He reexamined the horizon again, and he saw it. The Throat of the World. "By Kyne," he muttered quietly, in a rough voice. Skyrim. He was in Skyrim. Again, he hoped this realization would cause a rush of explanation or memory, but he was still blank. Before Rodin Red-tooth could take the sigh in any longer, he heard a voice calling in the distance. "Stop! We see you! No use in running anymore, criminal!" "Criminal," he thought.

Rodin was confused, and acted on instinct. As six armed guards approached him from his left side, Rodin drew his battle-ax. "I haven't committed a crime, guard!" he shouted in the same rough voice. He saw the violence in their eyes. As they drew closer, he felt a sting in his bicep. Rodin pulled the arrow from his chest, letting out a battle cry, and ran towards the guards axe-high. Rodin felt another two arrows penetrate his armor, one below his left briast, and one in his left thigh. He pulled his axe towards the Earth, catching the first guard on the top of his head and dragging him to the dirt. Another sharp pain in his chest. He didn't stop advancing on the guards. Swing. A second guard let out a painful shout and the snow below him was painted red. The remaining guards drew their swords and approached the bleeding barbarian. "You forced my hand!" shouted Rodin, and he took a defensive pose. The guards didn't listen. Rodin fought as bravely as he could, but eventually, he was brought to his knees by the troop. "I haven't done anything…" cried Rodin, as he vision began to fade. "I haven't done anything…" He collapsed to the ground. His mind helplessly reached for an explanation toward why he was in Skyrim, and why he was being persecuted. "You're going to die, Nord. You're going to die!" Rodin, now blind, felt restraints being tied around his wrists and ankles. "I haven't done anything," pleaded Rodin, as he slipped from the conscious world.

yeah but executable imigration? I feel there's more to the story that needs to be filled in.

In morrowind you're being released. In oblivion your sentence wasn't clear. In skyrim your up for execution. I find this interesting because you had to have done something pretty heavy for a sentence like that.

So what some of the reason your character's are facing the gallows/gilloutine/arrow valley/lethal injection/electrucution/curucifixion/ or whatever they got planned?

Nvm LOL Its censored >_>