• Inventory Split Incoming

    MassiveCraft will be implementing an inventory split across game modes to improve fairness, balance, and player experience. Each game mode (Roleplay and Survival) will have its own dedicated inventory going forward. To help players prepare, we’ve opened a special storage system to safeguard important items during the transition. For full details, read the announcement here: Game Mode Inventory Split blog post.

    Your current inventories, backpacks, and ender chest are in the shared Medieval inventory. When the new Roleplay inventory is created and assigned to the roleplay world(s) you will lose access to your currently stored items.

    Important Dates

    • April 1: Trunk storage opens.
    • May 25: Final day to submit items for storage.
    • June 1: Inventories are officially split.

    Please make sure to submit any items you wish to preserve in the trunk storage or one of the roleplay worlds before the deadline. After the split, inventories will no longer carry over between game modes.

A Dream In The Meadow

[OOC WARNING: THIS IS JUST A DREAM]

After a long day, a certain Teledden would lay his head down in the grassy fields of Floral Court, slowly drifting into a deep slumber.

As the world faded into darkness and the light of a dream came to vision, the elf would find himself surrounded by roughly three or two vampires, maybe even regular people, and suddenly he would find himself in the body of a green clothed elf with deep brown hair.

"Malcolm" was all that was heard, before he clenched his fists and suddenly the winds in the now painted citadel deep in the sewers picked up. Like a vortex, the magic in this dream would grow out of control, spiralling currents of wind drawing debris and rocks into the air like a spinning circle.

The others nearby, faces not so recognizable would be in sheer terror as rocks and debris picked up from the ground, and spun around in the violent vortex, the elf at the eye of the so-called underground hurricane. Cuts and bruises marking the others as they screamed out in terror.

In his mind, the bright light of the Exist overcame him, and as if possessed by magic itself he would be relentless. Almost feeling like an Arken, no, God.

At this point, he could only feel the spiralling colours of the blue, white, and crushing force of the Exist behind it, migraines in this dream were felt, yet the screams of terror of his victims still held hauntingly so.

After 7 minutes, storm clouds formed in the old sewer citadel, and lightning begun to crack as thunder made it's entrance. Just then, the elf passed out.

Aveilen woke up in a startled frenzy, cold sweats as he looked around in Floral Court. No one was there, no magic, nothing. Was it a memory, a dream, he could not even tell. It felt so real and lucid. The elf got up, dusted himself off and went about his day as usual... haunted by, a memory which he didn't even believe to have.