How did my character end up on the wagon? Simply enough. After his sister died in a drunk-driving incident (he was the driver), the judge gave him a one year sentence and ordered him to attend AA meetings for six months after he got out.

My Argonian was first trying to sneak past the border. His ambition was travelling to Skyrim and learn from the old Nord religions. Then he met Ulfric and his Stormcloak Rebellion. He joined them and his first Stormcloak experience was a really frightening one; getting caught bij Imperial traitors.

Umbacano left High Rock to head to Cyrodiil, and eventually Skyrim. He intended to join the college in Winterhold. His parents were killed by Thalmor agents back home in High Rock, he couldn't stand to be there any more.

Don't usually do this, but here it goes.....

My young, nameless Nord warrior was a citizen of Bruma, in Cyrodiil. Living on the outskirts of the town by his lonesome in a small, makeshift wooden shack. One night, after a long day of hunting, he was awoken to the sound of a distant, dull and deep rumbling noise. He sat bolt upright in his bed. "What was that?" he asked himself quietly. He peered out of his shack's small window towards the distant mountains near the border, where Skyrim and Cyrodiil meet. The mountain pass in that direction was a beautiful backdrop to Bruma's snowy terrain. The moon was out in it's full glory that night and lit the distant mountain peaks beautifully. Suddenly the warrior noticed something strange and oddly mis-shapen atop one of the mountain's highest peaks, where the summit is almost covered by cloud, but just as he blinked and squinted for a better view it was gone and the summit came into sharp focus again. He shook himself and lay back down, but.....again the noise occured. This time shaking the shacks window and rattling his steel sword, which lay in the corner of the single room, so much, that it fell to the floor with a loud "clang". "What the ..." he cursed. "What's making that noise" "Surely the town guard can hear this too?" He opened his shack door slightly and looked toward Bruma's main town gate. He could disticntly see two of the town guards facing each other. Their yellow chain-mail cuirass' clearly visible on this kind of night. They looked to be engaged in "light" conversation but nothing more and did'nt seemed bothered by the strange noise at all. "Is this in my head?" "No, no...can't be" "Don't be a foo....." The noise sounded again and even from within his shack, the warrior could have sworn (by Talos) that it was coming from beyond the mountain pass. Curiosity overcame him and he arose fully. He picked up his sword, shield and horned helmet. Then, fastened the strappings on his animal hide cuirass & armour. An unknown force was making his decisions, controlling his brain. He did'nt know why, but he neeed to find out what the noise was...he must. He blew out the remaining candles in his shack and affectionately but sternly told his wolf hound to "stay". "I'll be back before sunrise" he told himself. He threw the gigantic dog a large piece of cooked meat from the dying fire and went outside. The cold air hit him like a ton of bricks, but, he was used to it. He was a Nord after all.

(If you have read this far; *cue the "Dragon Born/Dovahkiin song* for epicness)

He took one determined look towards the snowy mountains, said a prayer to Talos and sprinted towards the foothills to begin his journey towards the border and to finding out the origins of those noises......

(*several hours later*)

Ralof: "Hey, your finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right?...walked right into that Imperial ambush...just like us...and that thief over there!"

Balgruuf's brother tell's the story of how the dragonborn came to the land of Skyrim.... "it's simple really, when Ulfric and his men were getting ambushed one of the imperial guards at the camp caught him screwing the imperial chief's daughter!"

My character froze and when he rebooted he found himself on the wagon. After getting off the wagon and venturing further my character a permanent arrow to the knee while attempting to aid the Companions. (True Story)

Thanks for posting, enjoyed that, just explained and let light to my nord character... good story, and a fitting explanation of feeling compelled to explore the sound great =]

Kesha was a friend of M'aiq, they traveled Tamriel together, seeing sights and meeting people. One night our camp was attacked by Goblins near Bruma in Cyrodill. We split up to escape them Kesha got across the Border into Skyrim, where a pack of Stormcloaks were being arrested, an Imperial spotted me, and ordered me to be arrested because I looked suspicious. Probably because Kesha was Khajiit... So I took a poison arrow to the Knee, and next thing I knew I was on the Wagon, my Moon Sugar gone, and left in rags.

How did M'aiq get across the border? He asked a Dragon to distract the guards.

My Dark Elf was out hunting in Birch forest when he saw a large buck, he took an arrow from his quiver dipped it in a vial of a strong damage health poison and took aim and fired... No sooner had his projectile left his control the deer bolted. It had been startled by a small boy who now lay in a most unnatural pose on the leafy bed of the forest floor. Even before he approached the child, the hunter knew the boy had left this realm. Heart heavy with guilt he picked up the small boy and walked to the nearest settlement knowing the child must have come from there, as soon as he walked into the village he was knocked unconscious by a group of angry locals. He never had chance to explain himself, the next thing he knew he was on the wagon.

An Imperial bound my hands and threw me on there.

My imperial is from Cyradil. Parents died when she was a baby, and she was raised by a wealthy wood elf that taught her how to watch her back since she was able to walk. At the time of the game, my character's father was taken out in a hit by one of his life long enemies and she was forced to flee across the border to avoid capture.

Kahjit jumped on the bandwagon!

Ask Bethesda, they put me there.

Jo'Vassa was on vacation in Bruma (he has odd ideas about what makes a good vacation) when he decided to go flower picking, and he just happened to wander a little too far north...

It's been an interesting vacation so far, to say the least.

She was crossing the border from Cyrodiil to Skyrim and got caught in that Imperial ambush. I was bringing my character from Oblivion to Skyrim and that worked out perfectly for why she was there.

Cordelia, known only as Delia in Skyrim, was a thief in the capital city of Cyradill before deciding that she needed to understand more about her strange nightmares and the even stranger longings she had for a landscape and landmarks she'd never known. As a thief and very tallented illusion mage, Delia had learned many secrets about her own past as well as secrets well guarded by her Imperial father's many guests.

On the night before the grand party that would introduce her to the many suitors her father was auditioning in their home for the role of future son-in-law, Delia promised her beloved Nan, a lovely and shady Dark Elf named Nimue who had previously been employed by the Imperial army and had retired to the home of her General to care for his infant daughter that she would stay in touch and gathered the gems and gold she'd managed to accumulate for her journey to Skyrim and left the lovely home she'd known for her whole life.

Imperials swarmed the border and many of the little border towns searching for Stormcloaks. All persons were being stopped and searched, and heavily questioned or detained. Delia's guide and one of his friends from Cyradiil hired couriers to move around the border outside of Skyrim and enter through safer routes with most of Delia's belongings, all paid well to be undetected and to leave the parcels with Delvin at the Thieve's Guild in Riften's underbelly.

A group of very unlucky bandits visited their curse on a little town near Darkwater Crossing and somehow Delia was separated from Nimue's younger brother, a thief who had promised to lead Delia to some trusted contacts in Riften and from their guide.

The whole town was a riot of fighting and bloodied soldiers and bandits and in the last moment Delia stripped off her lovely black leather armor and stepped into rags she found in a newly abandoned hut. She smeared paint on her face and prayed to Nocturnal that this would be enough to keep her from being recognized if any Imperials happened to be from the Imperial Capital and then wandered, unarmed and poorly clothed, back into the cold darkness of the little mining town.

She was picked up and carted away like all of the others in the town and they journeyed farther inland without any explination or description of their charges. At some point along the way she was placed in a cart with a proud angry man who had been gagged and was more roughly treated than the other prisoners in the cart. He was a handsome man who seemed also to have inspired fierce loyalty in the men who shared their cart. An amiable and bright faced young man, Ralof, talked about anything and everything and the constant pvssyr set Delia's frayed nerves at ease. She listened to the Nords and studied how different they were from so many of the men who visited her father's home and how much like the hundreds of soldiers she'd met in the streets where she'd grown up.

It was true then, she decided. Her Nan had always said that the Imperial army was made up mostly of Nords who understood battle and fought fiercely and well at any age. Nimue had told Delia years before when the girl had sobbed that she was half Nord and it meant that she was different from all the other girls in her classes that being half Nord meant that the girl was stronger and smarter and would never be like the simpering little girls she attended society classes with. Nimue had always known the right things to say and Delia remembered with a faraway smile.

"A Nord's last thoughts should be of his home." Ralof was saying to a distraught man who had been picked up thieving horses in one of the bordertowns before the raid that had managed to pick up the Stormcloaks and herself.

A sense of irony brought a giddy laugh from Delia as she stood watching the headsman shake blood from his axe. She had come to this wild place as the protected daughter of an Imperial soldier, a man who hated General Tullius for his constant showing of weakness and lack of discipline in matters concerning the outlying provinces of the Empire, seeking to understand more about herself and nightmares that plagued her in sleeping and sometimes waking hours only to be sentenced to death and lead to the chopping block by that same overly sympathetic and weak General Tullius. She stepped forward, knelt with that same sense of ironic humor making her smile and set her cheek in the still warm pool of blood left behind by the brave Nord who had been before her.

And with her eyes above the headsman and her mind set on her fate, one of the monsters from her nightmares landed on the tower casting a great shadow over them all and as his wings spread and a horrible clap of thunder throbbed in her body and brought dust up and around them all, the monster had a name on the screaming lips of a guard.

"DRAGON!"

+1

And to quote myself from a similar topic:

Who says I have to cross the border into Skyrim?
I wanted to go to Cyrodiil damn it! Stinkin' Stormcloaks ruin everything.

K'shirr was only borrowing that coin purse.

K'shirr is no thief!

I wanted to get out of the wagon... but then I took an arrow in the knee.

AXE MACBADAXE WAS BORN IN THE ORC HOMELAND WHERE HE LEARNED TO USE HIS AXE. HE WAS BORN WITH AN AXE IN HAND LITERALLY, HE HAD AN ARCH NEMISIS NAMED WUSSY MAGE BIETICH WHO IS AN ALTEMER SO AXE MACAXE FOUGHT HIM. WUSSY MAGE COUOLDNT BEAT HIM A BATTLE BECAUSE HES A LITTLE ELF BETCH. SO HE MIND CONTROLLED THE GAURDS TO GET HIM EXECUTED, BUT ALDUIN WAS SCARED [censored]LESS OF AXE MACBADAXE SO HE DIDNT LET HIM DIE SO AXE COULDNT GO TO SOVNGARDE AND KILL HIM. ALDUIN TRIED TO SHOW AXE MACBADAXE HIS RESPECT BY KILLING WUSSY AGE [censored] WHO IS AN ALTMER, BUT AXE WANTED TO KILL HIM AND GOT PISSED OFF AND KILLED ALDUIN.

In a totally unrelated event Axe turned out to be the dragonborn.

he shot a guard in the knee

That question, my friend, is the sole reason my character can't take any responsibilities and travel the roads of Skyrim instead of saving it.

My Argonian used to a highly respected Archeology professor at the Archeology Guild, the female students loved him, and he was the highest payed professor at the guild. However being a professor was just a part time job for him, his true passion was going adventures to ancient ruins.

His latest adventure would be retrieving the legendary mask of the warbringer, the leader of the dragon cult that supposedly ruled all of Tamriel from Skyrim eras ago. Unfortunately, as he tried to pass the border the Thalmor paid the border gaurds to have him executed for the murder of Thalmor agents. My Argonian didn't actually murder them in cold blood, it was in self defense because in his previous archeological adventure, during which he tried to find the Ark of Acension. The Thalmor were trying to get this artifact to destroy it, and in doing so destroy Talos's means of interaction with Tamriel.

His name is Argonia Jones.

Someone watches The Walking Dead.