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Third Rock Highschool

Modern Russia is capitalist though. Just threw me off, that's all. Hmm. Maybe Prussia, Rome, Napoleonic France. Not entirely sure as of yet.

Third Rock Highschool

Yeh. I more meant if you wanted exclusively modern countries. I mean, I get the impression you allow historical since Nerminator apped the USSR, but didn't really see any yes or no answers in the rules.

Third Rock Highschool

Define "country of your choice." This could be interesting, but I'm curious what you're going for country wise.

Strings of Fate: A Magical Girl Roleplay

Adalina Corvi - Virtù Cardinali Incarnano: Cafe Zepelli Caligetta shrugged at the girl's request. "I have nothing. Never really have had time for gambling anyways. Why play games of luck when you could play games of skill?" she said to no one in particular, in between sips of coffee.

The Elder Scrolls: A World Torn

"I'll gladly buy our drinks. I only like favors when other people owe them to me. Also I don't want to deplete what stores of septims you all have. Canis, I assume you can do the math while I entertain our guest," Walks-In-Light said, with a mild grin. "Aye, captain. Let's see here..." he said, going into much deeper levels of mental math as he attempted to ascertain the amount of material this booty was worth. "Captain, I'd estimate that we can reasonably offer about 20 ingots of the stuff, 30 steel ingots, and 40 ingots of iron for the haul sans the 'specialty meats.' Does this sound reasonable?" Canis said with an air of deference around him. "Canis, I appreciate the formality, but calm down a little please. And yes, assuming that Brannus here accepts, I feel we should have a deal, am I wrong?" Walks-In-Light said, turning towards the tavern. " I'm going to be a Snow Elf if I don't get out of this cold soon. I'll get our drinks. You seem like a mead type, no?" Walks-In-Light said over her shoulder to her apparent admirer as she began approaching the bar.

The Elder Scrolls: A World Torn

"Hmm. You don't seem like the type whose bartering in septims, and the fact that food is involved suggests you aren't looking for necessities. I have access to several armorers and are carrying a good load of steel in the hull, and perhaps you're interested in a more... high grade protection. I have access to materials which technically require Imperial shipping permits, but considering there are at least three separate standards in the places I travel that is not too much of a concern. I don't barter in crewmen or 'favors.' I'd be obliged to hear what you're looking for out of this," Walks-In-Light said with a ponderous tone. Canis, managing to put aside the brief period of revulsion, sorted through the goods with a deft eye as the captain addressed Brannus, attempting to mentally price the jewels and furs for the purposes of ascertaining how much they could reasonably go for on the open market.

The Elder Scrolls: A World Torn

"Ah. My thanks. I'll take this in account for the bargaining. Now, onto the goods themselves. The 'research material' might not be viable on the market. The ride to Vvardenfel means those will probably be Bosmer leftovers by the time we make it to port. The rest interests me more. There's a bunch of newly rich men in Vvardenfel who are sick of ash yams and saltrice and swaddling themselves in layers of linen to keep warm in the more dusty and desolate regions. They could use some furs and Nordic wines and real, red blooded meat rather than the pickings of some beetle. Jewelry will always sell, and the father we get it from Skyrim the better I'm able to price it considering the circumstances. Now, if you're screwing me you're not moving any goods out of Falkreath until the next Era, so if you have any goods that may not be up to snuff I'd ask that you point them out to me. Then we can get to work. It's too damn cold to be standing around out here anyways," Walks-In-Light noted, lightly ruffling through the takings through a gloved hand. Canis looked on with interest and perhaps mild revulsion, the dead bodies not being an olfactory pleasure for anyone involved. The crewman correctly stood a good distance back and attempted to listen to as little as possible.

The Elder Scrolls: A World Torn

Walks-In-Light stood at the front of her ship, looking over her gathered crew members. Her ship, The Cliff Racer, bobbed and swayed with the low waves of Winterhold's shoddily constructed harbor, a wooden dock connected to a steep wooden staircase that ascended the cliff face. It looked much older than it was, her few inquiries suggesting that it had been built in the last decade. The crew, a scruffy mix of Nords and Saxheel, or Argonians in the more common tongue, as well as a small minority of Dunmer and the occasional Redguard, stood half expectantly, the weathered crew still shivering at the bitter winds of this desolate colony. "Now, I understand you're complaints about the lack of... services in this town. But, it is out of my control. I was asked to negotiate with an 'independent trader,' who felt that he could not trust the security of a larger hold. We also have a need to restock, and while Windhelm has a much greater selection, we need provisions to last us in a trip to Solstheim and back to the open oceans, and it is apparent many of you cannot stomach Dunmer staples," she said, mildly discontented murmuring escalating as people complained about the lack of decent mead and the fact they'd be eating Horker meat for days. Silencing her crew with a loud hiss, she continued. "Now, we shall not be here long. I'm taking the first mate and... you four," she said, picking out three Nords and a Dunmer crewman. "You'll come with me. The rest of you... make sure everything is in good condition. Sit around for all I care. I'll need some of you for carrying goods." With that conclusive statement the crew grumbled into motion, and a weathered Redguard stepped up to her. "The crew's going to have trouble focusing for a week, aye Cap'n?" he said mischievously. The crewman she had noted walked towards the captain, keeping a respectable distance. Walks-In-Light eyed her first mate with a degree of mock exasperation. "Canis, you could be on the ocean floor if this was an Imperial vessel. Come on, we're heading to the tavern for this meeting," she said, gesturing to her entourage to follow her down the gangplank and up the stairs towards the city. Canis caught up to his captain with due haste. "So what's really going on?" he asked, with a mild grin. "Some bandit king from Falkreath hold. Looking to move some goods. I'm thinking Vvardenfel is our best bet in getting them out of our hands," she said, ascending the steps with a noticeable caution, a layer of ice and snow covering the surface. Canis nodded silently, and they reached the town with tired legs. They entered the tavern in a generally undramatic manner, and approached the group of men who looked out of place by the fire place, approaching the man who looked most in charge, steel plate shining with a dull light under his layers of furs. "Would you happen to be Brannus?"

The Elder Scrolls: A World Torn

If you've used Steam at all, it's on there for a relatively cheap price, as I understand it. $20 for all the DLC and the game itself. Which is basically Solstheim but with more Nords and snow and Tribunal which ties up the game's plot to a degree. And yeah, they're making Morrowind in the Skyrim engine. Not necessarily porting mechanics though and such.

The Elder Scrolls: A World Torn

Also Morrowind had a Xbox, but I do admit you'd be hunting on eBay for a while. Morrowind will very likely run on your laptop though, at least as long as it's newer than 2002. Morrowind is not an exceptionally pretty game to a modern eye but it's still near unarguably the best of the Elder Scrolls series. Though Oblivion did make some gameplay improvements, it also had a much less interesting environment and world (didn't help that they decided to draw heavily from generic English folklore and general fantasy literature).