• 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.

Reflections

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As I found myself becoming a famous actress amidst the intrigue of the Castellajoux court I also discovered I grew ever so fascinated with the mirrors that latticed my empty bedchamber from all sides. I oft stood there for hours, glaring from one plane to the other, searching for the right reflection, though finding nothing but strangers who raised their fists in anger or laughter at my desperation.

One night I grew to a maddened haze and threw myself against the mirrors each until there was but one single one left. In it, however, I discovered a lonesome girl lost both in space and time, features missing and having but a single lock of hair dangling from the top of her head.

I reached for my kit of make-up to create a shadow mimicking the socket of eyes on the blank face that stared at me, finding much resolve in my handiwork. I spent the next dozen years in the room slowly working on moulding the mannequin to an image I was satisfied with: not perfection and not a model of beauty, merely something I could finally lose myself in and confuse with reality.

Now I walk every day with the lonesome girl's hand in my own, looking at the blank faces in the great holy city wandering on and about, as lost as my masterpiece had been before I managed to rid myself of the cacophony of mirrors.


Adrienne d'Ortonnaise

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