D'jinn came from Elswyer like all Khajit, but she came to Skyrim with a desire to find the college of Winterhold and learn more about magic. On her way, she met one of the many Khajit caravans that travel the land, and stuck with them for a while for safety and companionship. This all went fine until one night, when one of her traveling companions offered her some Skooma. She had never tried the drug before and was hesitant at first, but seeing the fun the rest of the group was having, she gave in to peer pressure. First one vial, then another, then another...

...and this is where D'jinn's memory fades. The next thing she knew, she was waking up in a wagon full of prisoners, her head still foggy and delirious from the Skooma, and three fresh scratches across her face which developed into scars. The rest of the caravan was nowhere to be found. Had they abandoned her in the night, or been executed? She does not know and probably never will. In any case, she decided in that moment to never touch another vial again.

How about your characters? Any stories you'd like to share?

My argonian's [censored] fell off after taking skooma.

He pretty much understood from that point on that skooma is off-setting to reptiles.

A couple of years ago I was in a shootout with another adventurer over some junky treasure, I managed a good shot which slowed him down and could escape.
He had to give up on his adventuring career and became a guardsmen, a while ago he invited me to his house to make peace, even gave me candy.
I thought we had come clean and he got over it, but it turned out to be setup.
On my way back home some of his buddys arrested me for sweetroll theft and said they would make an example out of me to contain the spreading
disease of crocery related thievery.
Iam innocent, I swear by Sheogorath !

My character kicked a chicken and the chicken reported him to the authorities

Grobuk the Quick was caught poaching a bit north of the border between Skyrim and Cyrodill. There was a mix up and he was put on a wagon to Helgen instead of Falkreath, where he would of served the regular jail sentence for his deeds.

lol your title made me think of getting drunk, my bad.

Te''yka was in the area looking for Ulric to kill him.

It took her years to track him down...only to be captured as she was so close.

Well, he... tried to cross the border!

I got arrested for getting drunk and hitting on general Tullius thinking he was a bar wench..... I was also an illegal immigrant who tried to jump the border.

Soren was crossing the border with a group of refugees from Bruma, when his group was accosted by imperial guards. One of the guards tried to have his way with a pretty young Breton girl in the refugee group. Soren killed him fr the insult and wounded two other guards before being subdued and sent to Helgen.

Deserting the Imperial Legion after some Imperial scum who was supposed to be his comrade blinded him in one eye, but it's okay since the perp had a bit of vigilante justice done to him...Nord style. Ever since then he's had this intense hatred of Imperials, their legion, and their masters...the Altmer trash.

Name: Sevarn Tenabla
Born: 4E 171
Race: Argonian
six:Male

Beginning:

Sevarn was born on the Southern island of Argonian-occupied Morrowind to a famed Argonian mercenary and his Argonian mage wife. Feeling that Dunmer would attack, Sevarn's parents gathered their belongings and traveled the road for their mercenary work. From Morrowind to Cyrodiil to all over Tamriel, the group gathered followers and soon proved to be a successful group known for getting the job done. As Sevarn grew up, he learned from the various members of the group the many adventures they had previously gone on and the many sites they have seen. This, along with the monuments the group went through, filled young Sevarn's mind with countless ideas of what adventures he could go through. His father, a talented warrior, taught Sevarn the skills of the blade while his mother, a talented mage, taught him the many miracles of magic hidden in his blood. As Sevarn continued his voyage with his family, he honed his skills so much that everyone was amazed at how much he wielded both blade and magic. One person in the Imperial City even said, "That young man's skill is so great, I wonder if he isn't part Orc or Altmer!" While everyone was thinking of what he would do, Sevarn had vivid dreams, all repeating a single word. No one in the group knew what it meant but Sevarn would constantly remember it for years to come: Dovakiin.

The Young Argonian grows up:

Upon reaching 21 years of age, Sevarn's family had retired from the mercenary business. His parents had reached old age and couldn't continue after their last venture with a large group of Dunmer bandits. After saying their goodbyes and paying their appropriate dues, the group disbanded with each member going their separate ways. Sevarn went with his family back to the province of Morrowind where they settled into an old home they bought with their share of the gold. Sevarn spent a few months enjoying the sights of Morrowind but his parents knew that he was destined for great things and saw his yearning for adventure. Giving him some armor, a sword, gold, food, and potions, the family bid farewell to Sevarn as he went on a merchant ship. Sevarn had difficulty leaving his family but he knew that he had to get answers for what Dovakiin meant and see what other lands held for him. He said farewell to his family and went on the ship, his young heart filled with wonder at would happen next.

Upon leaving the ship, Sevarn grew a reputation through every town he went through. His yearn for adventure had lead him to various lands and various journies. He once went toe to toe with a Frost Atornach and even managed to capture the attention of a Jarl. He was quite the friendly Argonian, his time socializing with the members of his group improving his personality. Not only being friendly, Sevarn was also known for his skills with weapons and magic, and his whimsical humor. He even named his signature move, "The Dovakiin Special." His time with the mercenaries created a colorful character. His skill and humor was so well known that some would say, "His wit is as sharp as his skill with a blade and can burn you as well as his fire." Sevarn would diffuse a situation as quickly as it began. "Sevarn could stop a group of bandits threatening a town or a drunken argument." While his wit was well known, Sevarn also received many friends who saw the same thing: Sevarn's desire to win the heart of a fair maiden. Though many couldn't look past his scaly skin, Sevarn would always flirt with the most attractive woman he could find, almost always finding disappointment in her rejection of him. Nevertheless, his journey for his significant other would continue. While he journeyed to many places, Sevarn looked at a map and saw one place he never went to, the one place that his group barely went to, the one place filled with enough hazards that regular men would give up but would provide greatness to anyone brave enough to venture into it: The Province of Skyrim

How the Argonian got where he is now:

Sevarn looked at the map and wondered how Skyrim would be like. As he gathered his belongings, he walked down the path to Skyrim and thought, "No one knows me there. I'll be an outsider yet it might provide another opportunity to prove my skills and wit. Who knows, I might even find a wife there." Sevarn continued down the path and went into a city. There he bought the passport that would enable him to enter Skyrim. As he held it in his hands, he said "Better not lose this. With prices going up, I'll need to pay an arm and a leg for another!"

Sevarn continued down his path where he noticed a crying woman nearby. As he went to help her, he noticed that she was a beautiful Dunmer woman. He thought, "A Dunmer!? Never thought I'd see one on the path to Skyrim. My parents did tell how the Dunmer enslaved us yet she doesn't seem so bad. Who knows, she is so beautiful that I may just find my true love." As Sevarn helped her up, he asked "Why are you crying?" The woman replied, "My family was murdered by bandits and I've lost everything. I can't handle it!" Sevarn, feeling pity for the woman, said, "I am going to Skyrim. I'd enjoy the company there." The woman looked happy and wiped her tears away. Sevarn helped her up and she said her name was Renia and would accompany him. Though he was cautious of accepting a Dunmer, he couldn't reject a beautiful woman, so Sevarn allowed the woman to accompany him and slightly flirted with her. Renia blushed a bit and flirted back. Sevarn noticed this and thought, "She can actually see past this scaly skin?! I'm must be lucky!" Sevarn and Renia continued for a few days and stopped at a small inn. There, Renia told her feelings to Sevarn and spent the night with him. As Sevarn woke up from bed, he thought,"What a great night. Who knew the Dunmer were that great in bed!" Before he could continue, he noticed Renia was gone. "Don't tell me she..." said Sevarn as he ran to his pack. He checked his pack and, aside from some gold and food, everything was just where he left it. Sevarn sighed and said, "That woman. I had hoped she wasn't a bandit but I guess she was too good to be true. As least nothing important was taken."

Sevarn gathered his things and continued onward towards Skyrim. As he passes the border, Sevarn was stopped by Imperial guards who said, "Stop right there Argonian! No one crosses the border illegally on my watch! Now show your passport or it's off to jail!" Sevarn confidently handed his passport to the guards who then looked at him angrily. "Do you take us as fools?! This is obviously a fake. You are clearly a Stormcloak spy and must die!" Sevarn looked at the passport and was shocked when he saw it was clearly forged. He thought, "That woman must have put a forged one and took mine after our night at the inn. It may seem normal at first but someone like an Imperial guard knows how to find fakes. I'm screwed now." As the guards placed handcuffs on Sevarn, they carried him off to a cell in a dank jail. As he sat in the jail, he wondered, "Is this truly the end of my journey? To think after all I've been through, I'll die because of a beautiful Dunmer woman. I swear I'll make her pay if I get out!" Much later, the guards came to his cell and said, "Time to go to your execution, traitor." As he was carried away, he thought to himself, "I hate Dunmers."

My character had an intervention from his friends after they all agreed he was a lush. Thats how he got on the wagon.

The character I play is actually the same character that I had from Morrowind.

Essentially, because of his Nerevarine status and his help in the Oblvion Crysis he has been granted long life.

As far as all the jail time?

I always acknowledge that the reason I get into trouble is because of some big misunderstanding and essentially some comical wackiness happens that accidentally places me in jail. I never go into too much detail in my mind but it could be anything like being on a balcony, reaching for a stein and accidentally knocking over a vase that lands on some noble's head which embarrasses him in front of his courtesan.

So in the case of Oblivion I was on my way to Akavir and decided to rest at an Inn. Woke up on a pirate ship just as the Imperial Navy was attacking it and "yadda, yadda, yadda...." I realized that the Pirate captain changed clothes with me so that he could pass as a kidnapped victim and I would be seen as the pirate captain. Or something like that.

In the case of Skyrim I would like to believe it was wackiness a la "Three's Company" where there was a terrible misunderstanding with a Guard Captain's two daughters and I quickly decided to leave town. I made my way to Skyrim because I wanted to see a Mammoth and "Yadda, Yadda, Yadda..." I accidentally created a mammoth stampede with angry giants chasing me through some town's yearly "young maiden's" festival. Getting away was difficult because of the paper pants I was wearing (dont' ask) as paper pants don't last long in Skyrim's environ's. Cold, dirty and wet, I found some nice blue armor on a drunk warrior and then wandered right into the middle of Ulfric's capture.

Because I smelled of Mammoth and drunken stormcloak they threw me in a lake for a quick bath, dried me off and then gave me some nice new rags so I would have proper dress for my execution.

Essentially just another year in "the life".

Semjaza just doesn't have very good situational awareness, so she was gathering snowberries for a "resist frost" potion in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Ji'rasha was accused of something he did not do in Cyrodil by the gaurds and had to flee to the nearest border, which was Skyrim. Ji'rasha found someone who would take him to the Skyrim boarder in exchange for a "favor". Unfortunately, the man had a bounty on his head for stealing horses and the Imperial Legion found them soon enough. They found Ji'rasha polishing the horse thief's spear. Ji'rasha offered to polish the gaurd's spears in exchange for his freedom, but that just put him on the execution wagon.

I told Doc Mich... uh I mean General Tullias my plan to get across the border thinking he was a fellow Nord. BUSTED

From Morrowind to Skyrim, my Redguard character`s always being accused of a crime he didn`t commit. He`s innocent. Honest guv`nor!

No doubt in the next game he`ll be a prisoner again.

My Argonian stole one too many sweet rolls.

My Thalmor was crossing the border in to Skyrim as the Thalmor High Inquisitor in disguise, sent to Skyrim to carry out inquisitive investigation on Ulfric & the worship of Talos. He had been given a license to execute all/any manner of behaviour to accomplish the task at hand, however did not realise Ulfric was being sent to the chopping block, when he decided to give himself up as a common bandit to join Ulfric in captivity in an attempt to make contact with the interrogator Elenwen's asset, to scrutinise her performance to date on Operation Annexure Of Skyrim.

It was all a big misunderstanding, my Nord Barbarian was crossing the border into Skyrim with a Breton Mage when she says "gee I could really go for a graqe sandwich" to which my Nord Barbarian replies "[censored] Sandwich!?!?", honest mistake, truely.

In any case he is found unconscious on the side of the road by an Imperial patrol and is arrested for public nudity and somehow gets mixed up with Ulfric's Stormcloaks on the carriage to their execution


I see what you did there.

Basrum gro-Gorok
Orc

Was adventuring and set upon by a large group of Bandits getting knocked unconscious/causing him to lose much of his memory

This also explains why he starts the game with very little skill

My character was an escaped prisoner running for the boarder in an attempt to find refuge in Skyrim.

My character, a wood elf, master hunter had been taken to Cyrodel as a young mer. After a few years of living in the "back woods" learning how to use a bow and what not, he set off on his first hunt. They lived close to the border of Skyrim. One time the imperals crossed over and raided his House and murdered his family while he was out hunting. He went into Skyrim to seek revenge for his fallen kingsmen.

and what is it with all this skooma. and yes i know what it is.

My Wood Elf... cough Hylian (Link) was looking for Zelda and crossed the wrong border!