• 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.

Orcs, A Shipwreck And Eastern Fury Rescue Attempts

Says an Orc who wasn't in on the fun and who's married to an Elf.
What Elf? You mean my IRL gf? -facepalms- Yes she has a human character.
You weren't even on Massive when I was already leading an Orc faction. I also dont change character when I get bored and hop to another faction.
 
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Remind me never to listen to one of your plans ever again....]]

*Would glance at Ulric while wrapping his wound with a strip of torn cloth before muttering a few words about a poisoning*
You signed up for it :3 I would've spent more time with it if the participants hadn't proposed to just go ahead and submit it
 
I guess that's what I get for being blind. :/
Time to make a new character! Again...
 
After waking up in immense pain, seeing that he is in a cell with several miserable prisoners, Fei Jao takes off his blindfold and awkwardly ties it around several open wounds that have thankfully somewhat healed and stopped bleeding. He feels along the ground around him, looking for something to draw in, but finds nothing. "No runes, I guess. I suppose I'll have to practice with glyphs," he says with a hoarse, unused voice. He curls up against the wall and draws a weak light rune, muttering the phrase "Fiat Lux" over an over again, watching tiny flashes express in his cupped hands. Finally he grows to weak to continue and rests his head against the cold floor, falling asleep again.