• Regalian Roleplay Rules

    1. Roleplay rules apply in this category.
    2. Posts are in-character.
    3. Posts are not anonymous.
    4. Posts and reactions made to posts are public. What your character says or does is known by all other characters. If you would like a reaction to be private, do not post it as a public response to a thread. Roleplay it out on the server!
    5. Out-of-character commentary on threads is not allowed unless it is specifically spoiled or bracketed, and/or highlights additional information for in-character responses.
    6. Meme responses are not allowed. This includes reposting the same content as the poster(s) above, or repeating catch phrases on a post.

  • 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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Ztril drank from his kaffee with a face like a gargoyle as he read the poster over for the fifteenth or so time.

He had not had a good night. Somewhere in the Allar district the sound of a faulty outflow pipe had produced a constant saw-like noise. It had been too stuffy, even by the tolerance of the Al-Allar, to sleep under the sheets. A whining little insect, just on the edge of hearing but not loud enough to actually be located, had also taken up residence in his bedroom. The grand total meant that Ztril was running on exactly no sleep and very little in the way of patience.

He'd dragged his tail over to the Talon and Claw once the sun rose in the hope that some alchemy work would clear his head. Maybe some of the diplomatic matters that needed to be attended to as an Arbiter of the Yaotl Digmaan would come his way and he could see about trying to play games of diplomacy. Ztril was never very good at them, but he liked to think he was open minded. Over his years in various apothecaries he'd worked with such a misfit collection he knew better than to dismiss people at face value.

It was as he was pulling onto the boulevard however that the Al-Allar saw the poster. It had a distinct handwriting he was familiar with by now. And now, scanning over the text for the sixteenth or so time, Ztril noticed his diminishing kaffee had done nothing to reduce the massive stress headache he now had.

Ztril was very unhappy.


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