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Mind-bogglingly popular game series that you follow from early on and cannot stop, waiting for new installment like a drooling addict.

Long-runner soap opera you're too invested into to just stop watching it.

A fun little comic strip in the daily newspaper that's been around forever.

3/6

Who said it's fun? I didn't for sure.

I'm just waiting here for it to die horribly already so it will stop showing on my Unread Posts list.

[Hotfire90]

C

[Weirdsound]

C

If they are willing to work for a unit of Econ or two and the Sky Iron Scraps, we can take the deal, otherwise, we can sell.

[Harry Baldman]

C

It's a famous tradition!

[omada]

Hope they won't explode this on our hands

C

[Haspen]

You send for the dwarves.

1165 AD, Midsummer

Guards report that two peoples desire an audience. One is Aes, brother of King Tetan I of Eldrican. The other are dwarven runemasters, here to talk about Sky Iron job you had for them.

A) Politics before trinkets!
B) Artifacts before matchmaking!

[10ebbor10]

A

[Hiddenleafguy]

A, nobles shall be welcomed prior to mere commoners.

[Hotfire90]

A

[Twinwolf]

B.

[Harry Baldman]

A!

[Iituem]

B!  B!  For the love of god B, dwarves are testy fuckers who will go away at a moment's notice and flat out refuse to haggle.  We can keep our bloody nobles waiting, they have to live here.

[mightymushroom]

Not our nobles, neighbor's nobles.

Still, B.

[Prophet]

B

[Rockeater]

B

[Haspen]

You decide to meet with the dwarves first.

The smelly runemasters, clad in brown and grey cloaks, arrive, their beards low to the ground and heads bowed in respect.

"Greetings, Emperor Yoe. We've heard that you desire our craftsdwarfship to forge an item from Sky Iron, and so we are here. We've done our research upon your family and your Empire. Therefore we offer to create a crown of sky iron and gemstones, one that will radiate authority and prompt respect in your subjects. Or we can fashion the sky iron into protective ring or bracelet. Of course, a small blade could be made too - a knife, or a spearhead for a lance? Sky Iron causes pain and death to fanciful creatures, we might add. As for our payment, we ask for naught but some of your silver you mine plus the leftover ore of Sky Iron that we won't spend."

A) "This is too much of a price. Let's haggle a bit, shall we?"
B) "A crown radiating authority and instilling respect in people? Count me in!"
C) "My nephew died by terrible curse, a protective item sounds like a good idea!"
D) "An enchanted weapon is always a solid choice. Make one for me!"
E) "On the other hand, I have better use for Sky Iron. You can go home."