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Chris was sitting on a wood wagon heading for Helgen, He was a wanted criminal, He did commit every crime he was accused for, He had no other choice! He always tried to convince himself, He was broke. And no one would offer him a job. He had red hair and had small hairs where his beard and mustache use to be before he had shaved them off. He saw two others on his wagon as it went along and was curios "So, What are you two here for? Robbery? Murder? Bribery? Or maybe you decided to look at a chicken the wrong way" he started laughing "They are really sensitive about their chickens!" He said laughing, To which the guard driving the wagon huffed in annoyance "Stop your laughing or I will make you!" He said in an annoyed, Chris rolled his eyes "So what are you hear for?" he asked more quite

The Snow Elf didn't reply. Rare race or not, she was wanted, and they found her. She was looking down, her hair tied back. She just looked at the floor of the wagon. She got caught. She wore leather armor, her arms tied behind her instead of in front. Not a sound came from her.

The ride was fairly unpleasant with how much it bumped and rocked. The racketing sounds of the's sturdily built wagon made him wonder if it was going to fall apart at any time during their journey to where ever it might be. Every shadow appeared to him that it might be moving on its own accord. A mind and will owned by its own shape.. maybe it was a hallucination, the poor bastard was still hung over from the night before. Two others. Yes. A voice? Someone was talking. Kane was dazed from his previous night's consumption of ale and mead. "Oh, sweet Juniper Berry mead." The ol' drunk was talking to himself he was. His hands had some interesting markings on them, cuts? Obviously yet to be fully healed.

There was a delay in his response before finally raising his head to look at the male who accompanied on this journey; for each their own reason. "*HIC* Hit a wench with m'mead tankard." Eyes glassed over you'd wonder if he was even conscious of his own sayings! "Started a bar fight." Looking off to the side. "Hit a guard." Briefly pausing. "Or two. *HIC*" The wagon bumped again having hit a large rock that was on the road, normal, yeah? Kane was displeased. "'Ey! wagon-driver guy!" Throwing his head back. "Could y'steer this hunk of wood any easier!? *HIC*" Shouting with one eye closed. His own voice hurt his head with this hangover, but whatever.

"oh sure" the guard laughed and then purposely drove over a large rock which bumped the cart higher than the last "Well It wont be long now, Before your decapitated" he said looking at Helgens gate, Chris smirked "Wont matter much to me, I have killed at least five or six guards, More lives than me." he said laughing "all this all started over a sweet roll" he said smirking, The wagon driver spoke up "You stabbed the guard in the eye with a dagger! He is dead now! He had two kids!" The guard said in disgust, Chris started laughing "I feel bad for the kids! They had HIM for a father!" it was clear this Nord was a cold hearted person. And that he did not care about dying, Or killing

Still not a word from the elf. Her hands were bound tightly behind her, pressed against her lower back. Obviously a mage. Not a sound from the elf. She leaned back some, still looking down. They would be in Helgen soon and it would end. She couldn't feel her hands anymore.

The second bump of the wagon lifted him from his seat just so that he'd get quite the jolt of energy from his dizzy rage. "Y'know wha'!? Pray to Talos that a dragon will scoop y'righ' ou' of yer pretty little horse chair and poop you out so you'd be useful for something!" He hollered out as he struggled to break his bindings which proved ever so futile. "Th'as right! Fertilizer! Poop to grow the grass we step on every sun rise!" It was only brief until that dizzy rage tired him out in trying to focus on his words. Focusing alone was a trial and a half. The quick tempered drunkard's head had begun to spin, rolling from side to side as groans of noisia arose. "I think I'm gonna hurl."

Fortunate for the others on the wagon it was just a feeling left not to become expressed beyond words. Had the driver of their wagon addressed him it'd fall on deaf ears. With one eye closed he's eye down the fellow male having not yet come to realize of the other passenger. "Name's Kane. Probably gonna be your favorite drunk for the rest of this ride. Well. Drunk is harsh t'say. Mead enthu--... enth...en...--- hrmm...gaha... my head is killing me." Enthusiast was the word that failed to be put together properly in his ratted up head.

Chris smirked "well, I was hoping you would stay fully drunk so you would not know the full extent of what is happening" Chris said as the Wagon pulled into into the Helgen walls. People were outside starring at them. The Wagon stopped and the guards started telling them to get out. Chris got out and walked over to a to a man "Line up and come forth when your name is called!" The man with the list said, "Chris of Windhelm step forward" Chris walked forward "Your crimes are Robbery of merchandise ranging from... Sweet rolls?" It seemed like the man with the list thought that part was pretty stuipid "All the way to treasures ranging from 3000-5000 gold a piece!, Murder og atleast six guards and three civilians, The Burning of a guard tower., Fraud, Bribery, Impersonating a Jarls Thane and the stealing of a horse" He Then pointed to wait by the Executioner

((IF you want you guys can use this guy to call your name forth and have your crimes listed, You don't have to if you don't to though))

"Shivan Snow of.... Step forward." Shivan stepped forward. "You are wanted for murder, theft, arson, daedra worship, practice of necromancy inside Cyrodiil borders, forgery, resistance of arrest, possessing illegal substances, sabotage, and public vulgarity." And Shivan, unsurprisingly, didn't say a word.

"Kane Del Salitre!" The last name to be called. Kane immediately jumped up to his feet. "'ey! Why does mah name get called last!? Huh! Y'got something against me!?" If there was anything Kane was good at, was starting bar fights or random fights in the street. This, however was nothing of the sort. Kane went on and hour about how he felt discriminated against and all sorts of nonsense. To him it sounded like he was making perfect sense, but after his 'Come at me bro' statement which was the last to be coherent the alcohol started setting back in bringing his words to a crawling slur. "Gah! You-mahumumamummah! Blarstnick-rah!" Yup. Incoherent by now. The guards had to hop up on the wagon to bring him off.

With two guards at this wobbling man's side that just Would. Not. Shut. Up. Even while his list of crimes were being read to him he'd continue with his mindless banter. "Kane Del Salitre. Your are being charged with owing bills to the bars in Markarth totaling 2534 gold, Whiterun 1928 gold, Windhelm 2045 gold and Riften 921 gold." Kane took the opportunity to add. "The bartenders there each offered me a tab and I gladly accepted! Drink now and pay later, ya'!?" Their vindicator ignored and continued. "At each of these locations you assaulted numerous guards and caused a total in 800 gold in property damage." Kane eyed down the one whom read off his crimes. "Would y'happen to have some Juniper Berry mead?" THe vindicator refused reply and moved on to the next task.

The guards pushed the others upto the stand, The guard eyed Kane "Well since your so upset about being last. You will be executed first!" The guard laughed and pushed the drunken man down to the block "Let this be a lesson to all of you!" The Guard said to the townsfolk watching, then the Executioner grabbed his axe, When a distant roar was heard. Chris knew instantly what that sound was "hehehe... I did not know what this guy wished you would be swept up by a dragon" he smirked and looked at the guard "That he would be right" The guards burst out into laughter "There have not been any dragons in centuries! Let us continue!" The Executioner got to his position and raised his axe ready for the kill, Gasps were heard but the guards expected that was people just stunned at the sight of the Executioner. Until a large thump was heard and the ground was shaking, The Executioner fell to the ground and turned around, And to his horror a black dragon was there starring him in the eyes. It was the last sight the Executioner saw when the Dragon started breathing fire at him. Chris took the moment to grab a knife and went over to the other two "ok. I have a knife, But I cannot cut myself free." he then smirked "But I can free you two, And In return you will free me ok?"

Shivan hesitated. He could be telling the truth, and he would cut her free. Or he could stab her in the back, free himself, and take her stuff. Then again, hey had all committed crimes, and Shivan had committed the most. She turned around, showing her hands bound behind her back, tied in a way that kept her arms from moving.

The forcive movements to kneel down and placing his head on the chopping block brought his head to spin. He made a little bit of a gagging sound like he was about to vomit, but it was held down. A part of him had almost accepted his impending death. Almost sick of himself as a renegade. Keeping up with the wind was tiresome since his feet could only bring him but so far. The thump though that shook the ground gave him new hope. That black figure captivated his eyes. Was it fear that shaped his face? Perhaps it was the coming disgust that he was being told, in a way, to keep going. That his road has yet to come to an end and THIS he disgusted. The When the dragon begun breathing fire he took to instinct to move away from the heat and roll away just in the knick of time before the chopping block was also consumed in the dragon's mighty flames.

For a few seconds he'd lay there. Back against the earth to try and grasp his reality again. This was real. The adrenaline pumped through his veins with no remorse. Closing his eyes tight to force himself to focus. "I drink too much for this." Wasting no time he'd approach the other two prisoners to gather their next course of action. The hell was he supposed to do? This was unfathomable! He waited as the two freed themselves for it to be his turn. Hopefully they wouldn't leave him like this.

From the shadows of a building, a young girl appears. She cannot be more than 18 years. She rushes to the side of the prisoners who were suppose to be executed. "Come. Follow me" she tells them and leads the through the building, out of the way of the dragon and it's flames.

Chris took aim, Then cut the ropes binding Shivan's hands and then dropped the dagger "ok, Now just cut me lose if you don't mind" He said looking at the dragon attack Villagers and guards alike, The Dragon then landed on a tower and made in collapse. Chris saw the girl run to them "Alright, When we are freed we will follow you"

She watches as you free each other and waits. "Have you never seen such a beautiful dragon before?" She asks, "the danger of it. The fear it strikes." She laughs slightly. "You're all criminals, I presume?"

Shivan took the knife, quickly cutting his binds open. She glanced untrustingly at the new person, doubting her intent.

Time was crucial, yes? Of course it was. Silly question to even put into his own mind. With a fire breathing behemoth at their backs there was little choice in the matter as far as living was concerned. His turn never came. Remaining with both hands bound he grumbled under his breath before following after the two in a stumbling manner. When finally he came upon the group when they stopped where ever this little girl had led them he collapsed over with his hands in the air. Groaning and out of breath. "Can someone pleasssee cut these binds?"

Full recovery from this man's previous drinking was sure not to be for a few hours. There was no 'mystical' way he'd be able to sober up. Unless maybe he were tossed into some freezing water? But they were a long ways from Windhelm and its frozen peaks and iced over waters.

She pulls a knife from her boot and cuts the drunken man's binds. "We must get out of here though. This building wont last forever with this dragon burning down the place." She says, looking at each of them.

Chris nodded and started following Blakely While the dragon kept eating and burning people. Chris looked at Blakely "So who are you exactly?" He said grabbing everything he saw in the building. He hoarded everything. And it was not really stealing, No one would ever come back to their house during a dragon attack

Shivan rubbed her wrists where the bindings were. She glanced over at Chris and the Drunk. "Helping a bunch of criminals? Sounds like the dragon is the least of your problems.."