How did your character end up on captured and nearly beheaded?
As I was making my way into Skyrim I was stopped by two imperial soldiers, they threatened me and told me to hand over all my belongings or they would gut me like a fish. I refused and they attacked me, as I was dealing the finishing blow to the second soldier a patrol walked walked by and noticed my actions. They accused me of murdering the soldiers in cold blood, and when I tried to explain myself they refused to listen. They stripped me of my belongings and arrested me.
Damn faithless imperials.
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clone11 posted...My character was an extreme racist like every Nord ever
Speaking of racism, my redguard...
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VexNoFace posted...clone11 posted...My character was an extreme racist like every Nord ever
Defy me, and you will know what it is to stand against a god.
Was caught trying to bring back Lucien Lachance in a Dark Brotherhood Ritual followed by the Black Sacrament
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So here's the backstory for my character:
M'Rakha was born in Skyrim in a tiny, relatively unknown immigrant town designed for other Khajiits looking for a life outside of the caravans. His father had been a member of Elsweyr's military as an archer while his mother grew up in Skyrim with a caravan and learned medicinal arts. He grew up learning both from his parents, but particularly excelled at archery. His family, who ran a general store, was well-liked in the town, although there were few people living there. One night though, a Thieve's Guild hopeful who had relatives in the town, tried to prove himself by attempting to steal as much as he could from their household. The thief is caught however and, in a panic, kills M'Rakha's parents.
For a few years after M'Rakha relies on what can be spared in the town, but a bandit attack leaves nothing to give him. He then travels to Riften and lives on the streets. He tries to make enough to get by from just begging and resorts to pickpocketing as little as he can afford. M'Rakha sells almost everything he has, save his father's bow. His sharp wit keeps him alive, and on the street he learns the do's and don'ts of street-life. Years pass, and the street life warps M'Rakha from the happy child to a silent man, but still retains hope for a life other than poverty. Once an adult he takes the first job available as an assistant to a Nord who is a traveling merchant. A few months pass with little success, and the merchant suggests crossing the border in hopes of finding better business. However, their route turns into a warzone between Stormcloaks and Imperials and the merchant is killed. M'Rakha instinctively runs, but is caught by Imperials troops. Mistaking him for a illegal immigrant, they throw him in with the rest of the prisoners bound for Helgen, where his legacy as Dragonborn truly begins.
I have to blow everything up! It's the only way to prove I'm not crazy!
Okay, heres my backstory of Thorald, the Wood Elf (Yes, i know thorald gray mane, i didnt know he exsisted because the gameguide didnt list him.)
Thorald grew up in Valenwood like any other wood elf boy, he was a great hunter, he supplied his village with enough food with the help of his fellow hunters. His name wasnt always thorald though, it used to be Varendal, son of Varaendal. One day, the source of food was running low, no animals seen, they killed off their farms because of scarce food supply. When everyone was weak from starvation, a rival Bosmer tribe ambushed Thorald and his village, his mother, in fear of losing him sent him running on the fastes horse they had off the border, she told him to go to Skyrim, he would be safe there. At only Age 16, he left his home forever, he went far and wide, hunting, killing, improving his skills, he had no remorse anymore, after what happened to his family, he had no feelings of forgiveness any longer. Finally reaching the border, Thorald saw the stormcloaks walking down the dirt path, with none other than Ulfric. He approached them, not knowing who they were and Ulfric blasted out, "Thorald Where were you you stump? We were waiting for you! Theres an imperial camp up ahead, we need your help. And i see you are still barely up to my neck, dont worry boy, you will grow." With Thoralds ears hidden in his helmet, he went along with it, it would keep him safe, in case of any assassins. The imperials ambushed the sotrmcloaks, got overwhelmed, knocked thorald out, and next thing he knew he was in a cart. So the tale begins of Thorald....
You say Insanity, I say Intelligence
My character was be executed for shooting people in the knee with an enchanted bow. Made them want to speak nothing but internet memes. Empire was tired of it.
He is Risen.
My Argonian heard "then I took an arrow to the knee" one too many times...
Discretion of the lesser aids in denial of the greater.
My guy was randomly generated and it fitted in with the games linear beginning that he should be on a cart off to be beheaded only to be saved by a dragon, therefore setting the scene for a dragon orientated watered down RPG which was fun to play.
My female Breton was looking for rare herbs to harvest near the border, but was unexpectedly held at knifepoint by a group of Stormcloaks. D:
There is nothing which cannot become a puppet of fate or an onlooker, peering into the cage.