Chapter 1: Cruel Reality
The relentless rain pounded on their backs as the group of 7 Argonians trekked their way through the forest. It had taken days for them to reach Cyrodiil, after going through (insert Argonian land name here)'s territory. With only a small amount of gold coins between them, they were poor. All they owned were the ragged clothes on their backs and the rusted daggers and bows that they carried. The arrows were low in number and most were blunted, decreasing their effectiveness. The group was exhausted, and hoped that they would find a camp site soon, so that they may rest.
This continued, for at least another hour, before the leader noticed a abandoned campsite ahead. Sighs of relief echoed through the group's mouths as they slowed their pace, knowing they would be able to rest soon. The group set to work, there were only 3 beds on the site, with 7 of them to rest. 2 more beds were discovered. After around 20 minutes of arguing, yelling and consideration, a conclusion was drawn. There were to be five sleeping, while two stayed watch. What the watchmen didn't know, is the fact that since there was no accurate way to tell time, they didn't know just how long it would be before morning came.
It was therefore saddening of what happened. After days of constant exhaustion, with inadequate rest stops in between, even in the coldness, the watchmen fell asleep. This was what killed them all.
Bandits sneaked up to the watchmen, and slit their throats with daggers that far surpassed the Argonian's in every way. Whilst this happened, the rest of the bandits moved to kill the sleeping Argonians. The leader of the bandits moved to a solitary figure. He pulled his massive hammer, Shatterbone, off of his back. With two hands, he raised it in the air, above his head. With bull-like strength, he brought the hammer down, right on the sleeping Argonian's head, crushing the bones and brain instantly. A smile crept across his face as he sheathed Shatterbone.
You see, the camp the Argonians had found refuge in was actually a set-up. This group of bandits preyed on weary travelers. The leader, Jakar, did not have any love for Argonians. His group was recognised by their red and yellow attire, which was usually just patches of the colours sewn together to create a garment. However, these weren't just any low ranked group members, these members wore clothes carefully designed, and armored. The shades of the colours varied on most of them, but they were recognised as high ranking members, also due to the fact they had a emblem somewhere on their attire that showed their rank. Travelers who slept in their fake camp, were killed and any items of value were looted from their bodies. This group would soon lead a takeover on the town of Skingrad. These bandits, would soon rule over one of the major cities of Cyrodiil, their name, is Crimson Woe (CW).