روايات وقصص ضمن Skyrim A Farmer's Life For Me

Sophia asked as she turned to look at him. “You see, farms need to make money.” He said, laughing, “Our way of life is dying, Sophia. You know that as well. Having a hobby farm is a much smaller scale, and it can be sustained by the smaller products it makes, if it makes any. It is also less work and more fun.” “What would you have on it?” Sophia asked.

They fell into a comforting silence, hearing the crickets chirping in the backyard and occasionally bursting into small giggles whenever Fantastic did something stupid. Lorraine looked at her side to analyse his face, he was looking down, deep in thoughts. Before she could ask, he started. "Have you ever wanted to be a farmer?" "Huh?" She let out with a breathlessly chuckle. "Yeah I mean...then I won't have to worry about what people think of me. And I could meet whomever I want, and the whole world wouldn't be judging my body and I wouldn't have to smile even in a shitty mood–"

What did a brilliant farmer get out from his wit in the dirty works of the earth? "When I'm a farmer, I have lands to toil my plants. Plants that men of the states have something to eat. Plants to nourish babes and mothers. Plants to give strength to the tired bones of farmers, of fishermen and hunters. Plants to make life survive." Lloyd said with his voice full of pride. To be a farmer is all to him. "And, what is that anything?" "The counselor of the high Datu and the Queen. When Elena sits on her place someday, you could have yours if you just approach her. Your her friend." He said.

"We're going to build a farm? I don't know why, but that sounds strange coming from you." "Why?" Erland asked with a smile, then pulled Maelie to sit on his lap. "Isn't it a good plan so we don't get bored... It will be our activity here." "Yeah... That also sounds good, but it's so opposite to your previous lifestyle..." Maelie looked at Erland's handsome face and then caressed his cheek. "You were a successful mining entrepreneur with an elite and glamorous lifestyle... I can't imagine you dealing with farming... Cows, goats, sheep... Animal dung... Feeding them.." she chuckled as she imagined what she said.

I had to have jumped to the wrong conclusion. He chuckled. “Yes. I want to offer you my farm.” “No! This is your farm!” He slowly shook his head. “I’m not going to live forever. I don’t want to either. I’ve lived a long, full life. Please don’t think I am to be pitied. I have nobody to pass it on to. You have shown your love for the land and your ability to whip this place into shape. I can rest easy knowing it’s in good hands.”

Looking around, everyone here seemed to be so content and they had so little compared to the privileges people in the real pack had, yet they made do with everything. I had a vision in my mind, I wanted to bring it to reality, so many innovative ideas twirled around me, it had me thinking and smiling, I wanted to discuss them with Lucian when he came back, but before that I needed to make him understand it from my point of view. There were still areas to farm, about ten acres of farmland, it was enough, and maybe if we are able to find some new territory for farming we would be able to produce more .

Aric watched them for a moment, appreciating the art of negotiation and the hustle and bustle of commerce. Further down the road, he came across a group of farmers tending to their crops. They were planting new seeds and watering the soil, hoping for a bountiful harvest. Aric approached them, striking up a conversation. They told him about the challenges they faced, such as pests, drought, and unpredictable weather. But despite these obstacles, they remained hopeful and determined.

Gaining [+15 strength] and [+9 dexterity], at the cost of [-18 intelligence]. [Affinities]: None "Well, Rats will never be in the front lines, that would be suicidal." All the rats had more or less the same stats and skills, Dorime was the only one with two intelligence points of all the rats, though. He noted that in his little pad and made some quick calculations. "37 skull rats for farming." [Are you sure?] [Y/N] "Yes, please." [Congratulations! Farmer sub-role unlocked!] [Farmers are under the Gatherer role]

The more things are crafted, the greater your crafting proficiency becomes. [Job-Farmer]: The Job of a Farmer, enhances your proficiency and ability to do what a Farmer does, attending crops, understanding plants, taking care of cattle, being able to nurture the soil, and more, while giving you a general understanding of all of such things. The more you do, the greater your proficiency becomes. [Job-Archer]: The Job of an Archer, enhances proficiency while using bows and arrows, while increasing your aim and damage dealt using bows. The more you practice the better you become, giving you the ability to use Bow Techniques.

Daemon got off the horse and strode toward the chaos without saying a word. “Please, sir,” pleaded the young farmer. “My kids are here. I have to feed them, I don't have money or more crops as payment. I'm telling the truth.” “Quiet!” the guard yelled, lifting his hand once more. Still wearing his farmer disguise, Daemon moved between them. “Enough!” he stated firmly. The warrior scoffed. “And who are you to tell me what to do?” Calmly Daemon grinned. “Just a farmer. However, Pig in a sty has better manners than you.”