• 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.

Confinement

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Working under the hand of the Princess of Castellajoux I had the responsibility of both entertaining the court while also keeping a watchful eye on those who would harm or conspire against her majesty. I cannot remember exactly how much blood I shed to retain what I perceived as stability, or how much I imprisoned amidst my ambitions except for one single person.


I entered my office late at night to find my favourite pair of sleeping shoes when my fingers slipped at the key's turning and the metalpiece broke into the lock. I faced myself confined within a chamber half the size of my quarters, with all but books and documents to provide against my boredom.


As I sat there for days behind the wooden desk, the walls grew ever closer, ever tighter, the keyhole gaping its mouth to mock and laugh at me. The documents swirled around me and I was forced to admit to my warden falling to my knees that my time was nothing compared to what I imposed on all others.


Weeks passed before my cries for help were listened to and I was let out of my office. Though I did not return to service; I realised the tables have turned and my office was as much a prison as the bars that lined the floors below.



Adrienne d'Ortonnaise

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