• 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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Triss sat on the edge of the camp, staring at what remained of her now-shattered spear in hand. Her mind raced, shadowed by doubt. One moment, he was there, right next to her. The next, gone. The elder of the family she had sworn to protect. She failed. And not just a military operation. She failed to protect him. A general. A father.


How could she face those of his family he had left behind? The others she had sworn her life to? Was she even worthy of serving them? Much less being a palest? How much did her failure jeopardize all they had worked for?


The Fin'ullen continued to stare. And stare. Internalizing. Bottling up every emotion. A single sob escaped her as she suddenly stood, slamming the broken spear shaft against a nearby tree. Again. And again. Until her hand became numb, and the shaft was little more than splinters.


Sorrow turned to anger. Anger turned to a lust for vengeance.


"Those bastards will pay with their blood. Every. Last. One of them." she muttered through gritted teeth, a hand running through her hair as she fell to her knees, tears rolling from her eyes.  She would not let his passing go in vain, lizards be damned.


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