A Nord strode into the Imperial City and stumbled to the bar. He fumbled to the bar tender and ordered some beer, the bartender kept filling his stein. After a few rounds the Nord stood on the table and sung songs of Skyrim. A man approached him and shoved him off the table saying he didn't like his songs. The Nord angry grabbed his stein and smashed the mans brains in. As the mans lay brainless on the floor the Nord shouted "Whos next?", the bartender stepped forward and told him to leave. The Nord slammed the mug into the mans skull, the man fell to the floor dead. Two imperial guards walked into the bar after there shift to get some drinks, they saw the bodies and the Nord grinning with a bloody dented silver mug. They drew there blades, the Nord with years of combat experience stole the blade from the Imperials hand and slit his throat, he turned to the scared looking imperial and nodded. The imperial dropped his sword and shield and fled, the Nord grabbed the other blade and ran outside another Imperial charged him, the Nord rammed the blade into the imperials face. He turned quickly and beheaded one behind him. He was soon surrounded, one stepped forward "Nord, you have been charged with 5 counts of murder, stand down and be prepared to be..." the Nord punched the Imperial denting the helmet and breaking the Imperials nose and crushing his skull, killing him. "Make it six." he screamed, and then they swarmed chaining his wrists and ankles. He was marched to a jail cell to await his trial, the next morning the guards transferred him to a high security jail, they wouldn't even let him have a trial. He heard every day from that annoying dark elf across the way saying he was going to die in here. One day the Emperor came to cell and said "Nord, you have three options You can become a killing machine in my army, rot in here for 20 more years, or be hung" he walked away saying"the choice is yours"
A. Become a solider for the Emperor
B. Rot in jail
C. Be hung (ill request this be locked if you want this)

The Nord should rot in jail, this one thinks.

A, with a magical leash around its neck to keep him in check, this one thinks.