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Markous wrote: Are those fake?

Btw, when searching google for Illarion, I wonder why I find a screenshot of Illa taken for the "Discovery Channel Website" o_O:

http://www.discovery.de/techno_cops/cyberwelten.shtml

Cause Illa players cyber like f-ing animals?

illarion combat system is a big scam

r u kidding, reading all that? unseparated into paragraphs...

Zzzzzssss.

Bad dwarven roleplay example, easy:

#me looks down at the elf, standing in front of him.

The REAL problem is - that Illarion doesn't allow people create and demolish their own buildings. An ingame map editor is a must. Then cities will grow, and wars will unleash. Yum.

Good observation.

Looking for a villain job! Villain for hire!

Skills: killin', stealin', lyin', cheatin'.

Right and wrong are a matter if opinion.
In the end, it's all about who gets away faster.

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omfg liek stfu

like lol rofl u post coz u can't do like other stuff, n i can read forusm so i c stuff u rite n i liek go 'lol'

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Seriously, GMs, stop draining people's skills. If they wanna RP and train, let them train. Jesus

lol, ownt

liek lol teh roof wallrun is teh cool.
like tumble n SS k-style, and pendar is sprayer noob, coz spray is teh suk.
i r pwn.

lol SS rofl

Half-step and ctrl click combo.
We should play Illa korean-style.

lol, lol.
Still relying on skill reduction, poor silly GMs.

An arrow with a hollow rounded tip can be used for training, if target is wearing something like a chainmail vest. Training with bows can be a perfectly safe procedure.
Just wear appropriate protection, and it's as safe as paintball.

Aegohl, you made the same mistake when you docked my character's skills based on my past reputation of a character I played before. The character I refer to is Kenneth. He has the highest skill on the server, obtained by legal means of daily training, after the skill cap was already implemented. Yet...

No. It is not possible.

What he meant is: "wtf n00b! stop cut treez coz I need hp & lvl up!"

Whatever you tried to do, you overdid it.
Kids under 13 play this game too. Too much.
You annoyed the crap out of a bunch of people who tried to RP.

I found the finale part funny though.
I also found it funny that such a thing finally happened in THIS stage of Illarion's development.

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A reminder:

This is a place to post guides and tips for players. This is not a place to whine, and moan about personal vendettas, Konstantin.

All players should keep this in mind.

So there you go people, you heard the man. To get shit done, PM him, don't open topics.

You saved some space by placeing the ladder outside the wall boundaries, but it kinda looks screwy though, since ladder seems to be sticking out. You also made space by rotating the two columns, freeing up a tile. Why dont you extend the house all the way to the sea shore? That will satisfy the drui...

Regarding this:
http://illarion.org/community/forums/vi ... 462#235462

Aegohl, the first screenshot looks larger, because it is zoomed in.

Hot daemn, Sian!

Amen!

And OMG, they banned Kenny again!

Illa people, congrats on screwing up the skill cap idea. Skill cap is not at all what we see in Illarion. A real skill cap means that you have a fixed number of skill points you can have, and you destribute them, shifting the weight, kind of like the stats. If you fight more, you forget how to smith...

A soft, but loud cracking sound of the wooden column frames somewhere above at the ceiling was the first sign of attracting attention. Before he realized that his proned position had been hopelessly compromised, the cloud of dust from the recently violated tome has made its way into his nostrils. -...

"Aaaaw... Hey, hey?! Do you need backup? I'm a swiftblade y'know? Can I come? Can I come? I wanna join! Remember? Like we planned? Besides, I'm sure you will need some organizational assistance, wouldn't you? Wouldn't you? Wouldn't you? Come on!" - throws a few coins to the bartender over...

Finally cannot take it anymore without asking anything, and jumps up from the table like a snake, without finishing his glass of liquor, nearly weaves himself all over Alavan, patting him on the shoulder, shaking his hand, hitting him in the back, like a little brother, asking to tell a special sec...

The doors of the tavern prop open, as a man in his late twenties enters the warm room. He looks tall and slim, less like a warrior, but more like a runner, not at all broad-shouldered, with a matchstick of a neck, a scar on his right cheek, going down over to his lip, and pale gray eyes. He has nat...