• Character Sheets are optional on MassiveCraft. You do not need a sheet to play or be whitelisted on our server. You only need a sheet if you plan to engage in roleplay combat.

  • 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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New Lore


Long ago, there was a dour scholar of the Ordial. He was a stranger to his own people.


A Skyborn that looked towards the arcane arts and never the machine. He would studied how death had power, how there was never a waste of power and skill. The shade spoke to him, to be wary on his path. The dour sage did listen, but always aimed for more. He mastered gravity and electricity with their aid. How the body channeled such power!


But, more people became wary of him. He continued his study, he offered to share his knowledge, but so many turned him down.


So… he grew distant. Somber to the world. The Sage of the Lonely desert.


The sage was seen by the tech priests of the Machinist as great asset to gain. But, he refused. Back then, the sage saw machinary as a vile thing to the art.


So, they razed his home. His studies, his village, all of it. He will be used for material instead or a priest of the machine.


He tried his best to defend and fight normally, but the rush of battle woke something up… he felt…


ALIVE!!!

He rushed forward, wearing his ironic scarab mask with emerald lenses and bronze metal with hints of gold. He was laughing and dancing through it all. A mad song for this heart!


The dour scholar was heard laughing as slung sinistral and Ordial spells. A dance it was, a mad dance! He never felt so alive.


He died with a smile, and revived in a machine. He was first a battery to a machine in the forever war. Then… he woke up. He dreamt himself as a demon who flew so freely.


Gauss. Gauss the Demon was born.


He thought he could enjoy the war zones of the Forever war between Dragonkin's undead and the Skyborn's forces.


He grew bored without a foe to goad or trick. Without comrades to celebrate with! So… he left. He left and wandered. He hated his form, modifying it to suit his new shape.


Bronze and iron roamed the world as he first killed, relearned his art, and slowly made friends. A gambit with dwarves in backwards head juggling of axes for his vault tech skeleton, drinks and secret arts.


He spent time in the frontier as someone's grandson when hiding.


He saw so much with such long years. 200 years ago, he took a ship to Regalia, but was caught off by a knight. He was challenged to a worthy death match, which ended in a tie, a sinking boat, and a long slumber.


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