I was part of a company of bandits. We raided unfortunate citizens all over Cyrodiil, and the law could do nothing. We took everything we could and never gave back. Homes, women, gold, we talk them all. Reports of our villainy reached the Imperial City. We were hated by most, idolised by few. The Imperial Court needed to be rid of us, but didn't have the means. Their current guard just weren't enough. They pleaded with the highest mages of the guild to help them reach a solution. A month later, they'd come up with their solution. Using enchanted armour, the Imperial Guard gained the ability to teleport.
One by one, the gang were arrested and jailed, some even executed. Little by little our numbers decreased until I was the only one left. Wearing my previously unseen disguise, I entered the Imperial City for one last heist. I was greeted at the gates.
"STOP!"
And so our tale begins...