• 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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Deep within the woods, as the clamour of another training day ends and the Cearn settled in. A Url looks out to his kin, the masked and scythe marked to those with trees of life and flame.


At his feet, two growing young girls finish their chores and hug their father. Yet as the night falls a messenger arrives giving the scattered ramblings of Requisition thieves chant. The language the Url swore he'd leave behind, but before he can raise a hand to cast out this vagabond. He pauses, the memories flooding back of a younger man, a brash, broken Ailor who latched onto gangs and passing friends in hopes of filling a heart torn asunder by his own sins.


"She…there must be a mistake Zambezi. Zambezi was many things but…but she's she wouldn't…she can't be…"


tears began to fall from the Url's eyes.


"She withstood all the shit, I put her through before my evolution. With all she lived through before and after…I can't believe.."


He feel to his knees, years of memories rushing into the aging url's mind. The crimes, the capers, and that lovely creature of a criminal who assisted in them all.


"I can not ask what I did of you all when it was Arch-Celate Harlhold who passed. I can not ask worshippers to celebrate a criminal…but" he raises a glass


"If I must keep the record of that Wylthar's name myself. I shall! I will be their speaker, ensure their Sjele wherever it has gone shall remain. There shall be no true death, not so long as I have methods to preserve it!"