Everything about Illarion that fits nowhere else. / Alles über Illarion was inhaltlich in kein anderes Board passt.
Awesome! Made me laugh.Darik Axtschwinger wrote:
In the name of the King this shall be the judgement in the case Robert against Murgo, Criea and Jag:
After hearing all witnesses and collecting all bribe, I announce the following judgement:
Because of annoyance of the pigs and the pignoses as well as reference to the High Court of Silverbrand with a bagatelle, Robert is sentenced to one evening of mug-cleaning in the Fluffy Sheep Tavern under supervision of Borgate.
Made me laugh as wellRincewind wrote:Dear Robert Regard.
The Clan of Dar'krest sends its lovely greetings. Appalled we had to watch you stumble and hit the door twice with your eye. Then triping again and drop down the stairs wich made you fall unconscious. My general did his best to help you, unfortunatly he isn't a medico. Therefore I'm very sorry for any wrong treatment you may have obtained while he tried to help you. Well, we are very glad you are healthy again. For any residual injuries wes wish you to get well soon.
Tall Man strolls along, rubbing the back of his head.
Tall Man: Leetle woman.
Anne Roy: Wha ye want?
Tall Man: You are....not clean.
'Mark Strongarm?' smirks listening to the two in the corner, trying not to laugh
Tall Man: Koloman will... help leetle woman bathe.
Anne Roy: Ye touch meh..
Anne Roy: Ah hurt yeh.
'Velisai' watches the tall man with a slightly devilish grin.
Tall Man looks thoughtful for a moment.
'Koloman': Koloman is gentle.
Anne Roy: Ah. Will. Hurt. Yeh.
'Koloman': And Koloman is.. charming.
Anne Roy glares at the man.
'Koloman' is a very large, muscular man, his eyes seem a little dull, and he doesn't look like the sharpest knife in the drawer, he has shaved brown hair and a thick beard, his eyes are green.
Anne Roy: Screw off.
'Evie' rolls her eyes listening to Koloman
'Mark Strongarm?' looks to Velisai unable to surpress a rather large grin
Anne Roy is a thickset young woman in full battle armor. She has dark eyes, skin marked with various scars. She is shaved bald.
'Koloman': Koloman thinks leetle woman is....pretty.
'Koloman': But... Koloman thinks leetle woman would be like...leetle stones.
'Mark Strongarm?' laughs and chokes it off terribly
Anne Roy: ...
Anne Roy's face turns red.
Anne Roy stands.
Anne Roy: Walk aweh. Now. Er ah will hurt yeh.
'Mark Strongarm?' crosses one leg over the other and puts his arm across the back of the chair, watching the two, looking entertained now.
'Koloman': Koloman walks away...Koloman will break Koloman's heart.
Anne Roy: It'll heal.
Anne Roy: Sod off.
'Koloman': Is leetle woman sure? Koloman is gentle.
'Koloman': Koloman is charming.
Anne Roy: ..do ah seem ta care bout gentle er charming?
Anne Roy: Ah aint nah two bit whore. Sod off.
'Koloman': Mabye leetle woman needs chaming gentle Koloman.
'Mark Strongarm?' mumbles something about 'kolomon consistantly refers to himself in the third person..'
Anne Roy: No.
'Koloman' looks very thoughtful for a few moments.
'Mark Strongarm?': Koloman needs to take a hint..
Anne Roy crosses her arms.
Anne Roy: Yeh got ah count of three.
'Koloman' looks at her for a moment.
Anne Roy: Afore ah hurt ye.
''Koloman' rubs his chin some.
Anne Roy: One.
'Koloman': Koloman has large penis.
Some people just know how to RP the worst of the worst Such a funny time! But fair warning, this is my orc's signature move, instead of a ghosting you get peed on. What up!Rak'Liff takes his sword out and swings recklessly, still holding his head with one hand
(1213513197)'Foe' returns blows with the shovel.
Rak'Liff: Damn oomies!
(1213513197)'Foe''s eyes seem to be closed as he aimlessly flails.
(1213513197)'Foe' stumbles back and falls to the ground.
Rak'Liff holds his head.
(1213513197)'Foe' hits the ground with a grunt.
Rak'Liff: For dah love of demons!
Rak'Liff: Meh head!
(1213513197)'Foe': Nargun! Why!
Rak'Liff: Meh 'ough piss on joo!
Rak'Liff begins to whip "it" out and walking over to the man
(1213513197)'Foe' gasps and tries to scarmble to his feet.
Rak'Liff laughs as he begins to pee.
(1213513197)'Foe' stands too late and gets urinated on.
(1213513197)'Foe' looks angry, but then he holds up a finger, eyes lighting up.
Rak'Liff puts it away and laughs, pointing at the human.
(1213513197)'Foe': You should.. you should fart at the stoopid oomie!
(1213513197)'Foe' pulls out a bottle and uncorks it as he speaks.
(1213513197)'Foe': I must acquire wind!!!
Rak'Liff: Joo behave oomie. Meh not want tah teach joo dis lesson again.
(1213513197)'Foe': For my quest! Orc wind will do!
Rak'Liff scratches his head and seems to think about this.
(1213513197)'Foe' holds out the bottle.
(1213513197)'Foe': You know, a mage will be openingit.
(1213513197)'Foe': I bet it'll kill him.
Rak'Liff takes the bottle and holds him behind him.
Rak'Liff: Yubba. Dis 'ough tah do jus dat
Rak'Liff makes a strange face and brings the bottle forward to close it quickly.
(1213513197)'Foe' holds his nose with one hand, holding out the other to take the bottle
Rak'Liff: Bettah go change dere oomie.
I'm trying, Kugar, i'm trying.Kugar wrote:I'de like to add, that wither you agree with me or not, this game is not even a fraction of what it used to be. I would be uncomfortable to use the word "dying", but this game, no, this "world" is falling defeat at the hands of those who know nothing about it. So, if you are reading this, common player, you can wander around and chat by camp fires and kill red skeletons until your skills go yellow - you have no idea what illarion is and can be, and if you do, you are doing it a disservice with every click. This game , this "world", was built upon passion and story-telling. Well, and if you cannot accept that, or think I am talking a load of bull, then good luck to you. And good luck to the future of Illarion!