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.
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.
((When Tim ripped off Vald's limbs))((When nerys hooked up with an elf more than 10 years younger than her))
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For me it'd probs be the death of my char Valdimar's wife Kurumi (@Ragnio )
She had planned it somewhat in order to move onto her new character, Vald's daughter, but the way she went out was just so serene and beautiful. Her passing was so damaging to Valdimar that he has felt a little broken and incomplete inside ever since.
We all know he Sheik'd it.
Where is the 'Feels' rating.I'VE GOT A NEW ONE. This war just... No. @SupremeCripple
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Runi LaCosta lifted her head, her face stricken with tears. Tristan had only just left a few moments ago and she could barely believe it happened. She had no knowledge on the current conflict going on in the Coen's land, but, although a selfish perspective, wasn't concerned about it in the least. The only thing that pulsed through her mind was strictly Tristan's well being-- her father had left her when she was young and he didn't return. Would that happen again? The very thought caused her heart to sink further. Despite her inner turmoil, she forced her body to rise to her feet, her left hand rising upward to wipe away the combination of salty tears and day-old mascara from her cheeks with yet another whimper. Her lips still trembled.
She turned to meander up the stairs slowly, her crippling emotions weighing her down greatly, and eventually made it to the top floor where her clothing had resided. After gathering up her belongings-- Tristan's house key included-- she slipped on her leggings, skirt, corset, overcoat, and finally, her high-heeled boots, then traversed back down the steps and to the front door. Once locked up, she left the front facade of the home and wandered to the docks, each clack of her heel growing quicker in her pace. Eventually, she broke out in a run; however, she was too late. The ship was already well on its way to its destination, an enormous wake in the water's surface billowing behind it.
All she could do was stand and stare. Her heart throbbed painfully in her chest, but she proceeded to do what she had planned to do-- sing. It normally calmed her nerves. In a mournful melody, she parted her lips to softly breathe the words in a light, airy tone:
"Of all the money that e'er I had
I've spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all."
She paused, the tears now cascading down her face and her bosom heaved heavily as she struggled against the heated, melancholic emotion; however, she pressed on as the ship slowly met the horizon:
"Of all the comrades that e'er I had
They are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call--"
Again, she faltered, this time crumpling to her knees. Her hands broke her fall forward and gripped bitterly at the dock's dusty stone flooring. With one last burst of strength, she managed to sing in a quavering voice, "Good night and joy be with you all..."
NOOOOOOO D: D: D: Wasn't Glenn there to comfort her when that happened? ; ^; Once? Idek.The tulip drooped within it's weather-worn pot as the petals began to wither, the sound of a pained mother sat beside the cot it laid upon it's side, tears off sorrow and pain filled the room as the frail woman sat in her husband's arms, the two struck with depression as the sickly child laid under the sheets. The child laid there, pale and riddled with disease. The infant's blood curdling screams echoed through the halls of the estate as it fidgeted with pain and irritating.
Days passed and the screams died down to a weak whimper, every sound that emitted slowly and rightfully killed the woman on the inside.
Silence.The feeble Ebony hobbled her way over to the crib, assisted by her husband.
"E-Elyssa..? Darling.. Pl-please wake up for your mother.. Elyssa..!?"
She let off a mournful shriek, pain filling her heart as her hopes seeped out. The woman cried to her hearts content, clutching her deceased child to her chest as she fell to her knees. "Why her..?! Why not me!?" Ebony screamed at the top of her lungs, helplessly sitting against the child's bed, rocking back and forth as she sat there.
@XxAusFuryxX @Eliza_Nightly
The feeeeelllss
NOOOOOOO D: D: D: Wasn't Glenn there to comfort her when that happened? ; ^; Once? Idek.
Uh... I know!
When Arrow's two greatest childhood friends died. He reacted horribly.
RIP in Peace
Thalia DuBois @Kammyboo
(sorryiforgotyourname) @Bryan17770
EDIT!
When Arrow found Thalia's killer, Van Thran'dir.
@Kamikaze_Koala
I had one of my characters, Tabitha Ariu, take care of this little silver-eyed girl. She almost died from some demon lightning or something and I almost had an anxiety attack.
@lanarmaiden
Its.....it's.....our song....I'VE GOT A NEW ONE. This war just... No. @SupremeCripple
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Runi LaCosta lifted her head, her face stricken with tears. Tristan had only just left a few moments ago and she could barely believe it happened. She had no knowledge on the current conflict going on in the Coen's land, but, although a selfish perspective, wasn't concerned about it in the least. The only thing that pulsed through her mind was strictly Tristan's well being-- her father had left her when she was young and he didn't return. Would that happen again? The very thought caused her heart to sink further. Despite her inner turmoil, she forced her body to rise to her feet, her left hand rising upward to wipe away the combination of salty tears and day-old mascara from her cheeks with yet another whimper. Her lips still trembled.
She turned to meander up the stairs slowly, her crippling emotions weighing her down greatly, and eventually made it to the top floor where her clothing had resided. After gathering up her belongings-- Tristan's house key included-- she slipped on her leggings, skirt, corset, overcoat, and finally, her high-heeled boots, then traversed back down the steps and to the front door. Once locked up, she left the front facade of the home and wandered to the docks, each clack of her heel growing quicker in her pace. Eventually, she broke out in a run; however, she was too late. The ship was already well on its way to its destination, an enormous wake in the water's surface billowing behind it.
All she could do was stand and stare. Her heart throbbed painfully in her chest, but she proceeded to do what she had planned to do-- sing. It normally calmed her nerves. In a mournful melody, she parted her lips to softly breathe the words in a light, airy tone:
"Of all the money that e'er I had
I've spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all."
She paused, the tears now cascading down her face and her bosom heaved heavily as she struggled against the heated, melancholic emotion; however, she pressed on as the ship slowly met the horizon:
"Of all the comrades that e'er I had
They are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call--"
Again, she faltered, this time crumpling to her knees. Her hands broke her fall forward and gripped bitterly at the dock's dusty stone flooring. With one last burst of strength, she managed to sing in a quavering voice, "Good night and joy be with you all..."