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?


me?

My khajiit, Ra'fu'shi, is a captured spy, an agent for the Mane. Espionage...

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

My breton rouge, Rorschach, is in for extreme vigilante justice

I stole a spoon. :sadvaultboy:

CRIMINAL SCUM!

I blamed the Nine for all the streamlining. I was arrested for blasphemy

Crimes against fashion, got caught with a half-Glass/half-Leather combo in Riverwood.

My Orc Genral refused to execute his son for desertion, so he was banished from Orsimer then got caught crossing the border into Skyrim.

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.

http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1225976-npc-interaction/page__view__findpost__p__18467191

............. I have found one. *lights torch* Took me less than ten seconds...... flat.

My argonian: drunken revelry
My Altmer: crimes against mankind

Pretty awesome. I might have to steal your amnesia idea. :hubbahubba:

My nord got into a drunken brawl with an Altmer Noble and accidentally killed him. :/

First of all, China wants it's wall back.

Second of all, awesome read.

Once every x amount of time, my character manatically butchers a family in their home to dwell in said victims blood without any other incentive or being provoked in any way.
He was caught by a person walking in to catch my character cackling to himself while decapitating the victims, the person who discovered my character ran off to alarm the guards, and does so successfully, my character flees but gets caught up with due to a friend's betrayal.

Bwahahaha you have no idea how hard I was laughing at this

Wait, what? I stole a [censored] spoon, and you do this, and we get the same sentence?

What kind of monkey is running this empire?

public nusence, public drunkeness, public nudity, assualt, grand theft horse, maiming, trampleling over the citizens with said stolen horse, urinating on statue of Akatosh.

this is what my Nord will be in jail for

My character was convicted for beating to death with a stale sweetroll an annoying scribe who interrupted my walk and prattled on about how Morrowind is a better place than Skyrim. Not being a native of Skyrim, I at least knew to make good use of that last stale sweet roll, and save others from similar annoying babbling.

Which reminds me, gotta get out of these cuffs and get another baker's dozen of those wonderful sweet rolls, never know when another skooma drugged holier-than-thou may come along. Or, I may just eat them, while enjoying the cooler climate North of the border.

Just make sure to not get cornered by three thugs.

he's the chosen of Sheogorath.

I's be worried for the three thugs.


cheese??

Skooma smuggling.

I attempted to use the Voice to convince the guards I was Tiber Septim come back to save the world.

My Nord mage found an old Mage's Guild spell alter, and he fixed it up so he could use it for his own purposes. Unfortunately, it had some sort of enchantment on it that required it to be in a Mages Guild guildhall in order for it to work. Unfortunately, the MG had disbanded, so there was no way to please this enchantment. His only hope was to crack the enchantment and trick it into thinking that he was in a guildhall. Unfortunately, the only way to alter the enchantment's binding was with a specially cut soul gem that was nowhere to be found in Cyrodiil. He soon learned, however, that a band of seafaring ruffians in Skyrim held such a soul gem, so the Nord trudged up north to meet with them in hopes of bartering for the gem. Unfortunately, he was caught trying to cross the border into Skyrim, and well...

I have my character's background decided, but I keep changing my mind as to what race he will be, what his name is, etc. My character ran a gang in High Rock until a Breton noble family he black-mailed fought back with mercenaries/assassins. Everything went downhill from there and my character was forced to leave the country. He's being executed for multiple accounts extortion, assault, murder, theft, and smuggling -- all before arriving in Skyrim. He smuggled himself over the border, but I'm counting that for High Rock as the crime was initiated there. Once in Skyrim, he continues his crime spree, as, sadly, it's the only life he knows, until he is caught by a prison caravan (irony ftw! one of his scouts miss-marked the prison caravan as a travelling merchant with hired help). He is sent to execution immediately after.

I used my gaurd knowledge and turned on an Imperial town with Nord rebels. We sacked supply lines, warehouses, stables, armouries, etc.

Finally got caught.

Bedded the wrong noble's daughter.

I didn't learn my lesson.