This is the story of a play through I did awhile back. The more I thought about it the more I wanted to write about it. I will make this 100% lore friendly. I hate lengthy intros so let's get into it.

Chapter I – Framed

Darkness, the sound of my own breathing, and the smell of dog piss. My eyes flutter open and I see wet stone walls all around me. I have a headache and can't remember much. At least my own name hasn't left me, Jasmine.

I get off my cot and look out my cell door. I can't recall getting thrown in prison or a reason why I would be. The last thing I remember is blood, lots of blood. The banners show a symbol, the Solitude symbol, a wolf head. The guard come up to my cell with a tray of food.

"Away from the bars" he bellows

I back up and he puts the food in the slot and I grab it. Stale bread and a moldy cheese wheel. While I ate my food (if you want to call it that) two guards were having a conversation. I listened in.

"Is the monster behaving itself" the one side

"For now but I hate to go near her"

I looked around. There were no other women in the prison. They're talking about me.

"Well keep your eye on her, she's a crafty one"

Much time has passed. Hours, days, weeks, I can't tell. This is agonizing. I have regained some memory. A creature busting into the house. Its glowing eyes looking into my soul. That is all I remember. I've been having this strange hunger the past few days and I don't know what it is. Regular food is no longer satisfying.

I get up and lean on a wall and it caves in a little. Push on it again, it budges more. I look around to make sure no one is looking and I kick the wall. It falls over and revels the sewer. I sneak through it to discover a hole in the wall by the criminal belongings' chest. Of course it's locked so I push forward.

Eventually I find a manhole and push up on it. It lifts up and I find myself in the middle of the street. A guard come running at me.

"You have committed crime against Skyrim and its people. What say you in your defense?"

"What did I do?" I couldn't help but ask.

"You were convicted of the murder of a whole family"

WHAT