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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.

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Fingers of an outstretched hand slowly beat against a desk top, as a long sigh escaped lips. Christopher Black was seated, looking down at the list of numbers that reflected the current stores of food that existed within the Empire. He and Dianne's two elderly dogs, Hagen and Heidi, lay at his feet. They were hungry too, the cuts of beef and pork on the bone, typically tossed to them for their suppers, having ceased materialising. The rabbits that the dogs caught on outings along the Narlas cliffs, however, were getting them by. Christopher lowered a hand to idly scratch at their heads.

After some moments, he lifted his hand again, reaching forward to take up a quill, and dipping it into the jet black ink contained within a pot on his desk. He proceeded to create a draft of the next food redistributions orders. Time was increasingly not on the side of the Regalians, however. Time: before stores would run out and there would be no more food to redistribute, the riots would begin, the Empire would plunge into turmoil, and the damned Arken, or whatever it was, that had caused the Mist, would get precisely what it wanted. Chaos.

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<blockquote data-quote="Film_Noir" data-source="post: 886188" data-attributes="member: 1800">Fingers of an outstretched hand slowly beat against a desk top, as a long sigh escaped lips.&nbsp; Christopher Black was seated, looking down at the list of numbers that reflected the current stores of food that existed within the Empire.&nbsp; He and Dianne&#039;s two elderly dogs, Hagen and Heidi, lay at his feet.&nbsp; They were hungry too, the cuts of beef and pork on the bone, typically tossed to them for their suppers, having ceased materialising.&nbsp; The rabbits that the dogs caught on outings along the Narlas cliffs, however, were getting them by.&nbsp; Christopher lowered a hand to idly scratch at their heads.After some moments, he lifted his hand again, reaching forward to take up a quill, and dipping it into the jet black ink contained within a pot on his desk.&nbsp; He proceeded to create a draft of the next food redistributions orders.&nbsp; Time was increasingly not on the side of the Regalians, however.&nbsp; Time:&nbsp; before stores would run out and there would be no more food to redistribute, the riots would begin, the Empire would plunge into turmoil, and the damned Arken, or whatever it was, that had caused the Mist, would get precisely what it wanted.&nbsp; Chaos.[USER=8219]@darkarely[/USER]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Film_Noir, post: 886188, member: 1800"] Fingers of an outstretched hand slowly beat against a desk top, as a long sigh escaped lips. Christopher Black was seated, looking down at the list of numbers that reflected the current stores of food that existed within the Empire. He and Dianne's two elderly dogs, Hagen and Heidi, lay at his feet. They were hungry too, the cuts of beef and pork on the bone, typically tossed to them for their suppers, having ceased materialising. The rabbits that the dogs caught on outings along the Narlas cliffs, however, were getting them by. Christopher lowered a hand to idly scratch at their heads. After some moments, he lifted his hand again, reaching forward to take up a quill, and dipping it into the jet black ink contained within a pot on his desk. He proceeded to create a draft of the next food redistributions orders. Time was increasingly not on the side of the Regalians, however. Time: before stores would run out and there would be no more food to redistribute, the riots would begin, the Empire would plunge into turmoil, and the damned Arken, or whatever it was, that had caused the Mist, would get precisely what it wanted. Chaos. [SIZE=1][USER=8219]@darkarely[/USER][/SIZE] [/QUOTE]

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