• 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.

Moonlit Memories

Wind rocked the Hammock side to side as the Songaskian tossed and turned, muttering in his sleep. Dreaming of a time long passed.

Heavy chains, darkness, dirt in his hair. His eyes opened with the sound of gears
grinding, the heavy cage door ahead of himself opening. His chains went loose, and forwards he
stepped, into the moonlit pit. A a rowdy crowd of thieves, bandits, murderers, pirates and even commoners alike shouting and roaring for the coming fight.

"Survive" He told himself "Its the only thing we can do."

Again, gears began to grind as the second cage door opened, snarling and growling,
followed by a roar. Out of the darkness two lions stepped into the pit. Teeth bared, flames rising from his scalp. He wrapped the chains around his fists, marching forth into battle.
Roars, shouts and screams went on for minutes before it rose, covered in dirt and blood. He huffed, the Songaskian raising a chain wrapped fist to the air as the crowd roared. A beast too, losing himself more and more with every battle.
Back into the darkness to prepare for another fight he went, pausing as he caught his reflection on the steel gate. Snapped out of his momentary daze by the friction of a whip running over his face, cutting across his eye. Back into the cold darkness. The moon's dim light slowly crept across the floor. He grabbed the bars to the window, peering up to the moon. For a moment it brought him back again, tears cutting through dirt and dried blood as they rolled down his cheeks.

He wiped his eyes as footsteps echoed down the hall, a man soon ripping the door open. Cracking a whip out at his feet. Only for the Aongaskian to be dragged off to another fight, a feral beast returning to the pit. A young man lost in the moonlight.