• 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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Markus Haagenvig

Markus stood above the ship as the winter waves struck and crackled below the hull of the mighty vessel. The Great Oak's mind was still processing all the events that transpired in those short few hours. Those lights that they saw, they were not candle light. They came from no fire that an Ailor could produce. "Perhaps Dragon Magic" The knight said out loud, as he was lost in his thoughts. Markus stepped over to the edge of the ship railing and he continued on. "Those statues, wonder if they were Kings or Gods.. Maybe both. Those soldiers though.. They weren't Ailor. Akin to a monster out of a fairy tale." A mental light bulb clicked in his head as he turned around, "Hey Garth-" Was all the Knight could get out before the flash of light.


When Markus woke up next. He was cold, deep under the oceans current. The churning wreckage of the ship around him. He thanked whatever Gods were listening that he was still alive, and could swim. As his hands clawed through the icy depths of the sea, he moved over to a black figure near the surface, as he went to grasp at it. In attempt to perhaps save it, did he realize it was the charred body of a sailor. He panic, exhaling into the ocean as water flooded his lungs. Thankfully he managed to kick himself up to the surface as the smell of smoke and the sight of fire covered  the surrounding. He first thoughts were not asking how or why, it was to move to the nearest piece of shipwreck that wasn't on fire. As he threw his torso over the wooden planks, Markus screamed out, "Garth! Tolstan, Jarlaf-- Fuck, anyone!!"


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