• 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.

I Am The Keeper Of My Master's House

Nicolas Delacroix sat in the Norrvakt estate. She had been entrusted to carry out the House's operations until her Lord Einarr returned. The Northerne artist was still hard at work, needle in hand, pressing it against the eunuch's temple. Ithanian hair lay scattered about the floor of the chamber. A series of advisors and overseers paired with bureaucrats all trying to speak louder than the other for a word with the Delacroix. The artist finishes his work and leans back, reaching for a mirror. The Delacroix sits upright in her seat, beckoning the crowd before her away, not saying a word. She would take care of these matters at a later time. The artist held up the mirror to allow for the Delacroix to inspect the finished work. 'I Am the Keeper of My Master's House' now adorned her head in the Tunge script. A keeper to House Norrvakt. Her master, her Lord Einarr. She had failed her last house, she will not allow such mistakes to be made this time. Now she holds the power. Power. Nicolas Delacroix rose, stepping over the Ithanian locks which once were a apart of her. She said nothing to the artist, no indication if she was pleased. The mirror still clutched in her hand. She exited the chamber, brushing past the advisors, overseers, and bureaucrats which congregated out there. This was her life now. 'By Any Means Necessary.'