• 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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Wolvard sat alone, the night outside was a violent one- rain and sleet clashing against the roofless estate, the floorboards atop him leaking dribbles and driplets of dark-churned rain as he inspected the letters that lay before him at the table. As the lightning lit the sky- only to be followed by a frightening thunder some seconds after- causing the Grand Inquisitor to shiver in cringe, for he was afraid of such loud noises. Fed up after reading just two of the letters, Wolvard reached into the tucked wooden desk to his right to retrieve a single bottle of Crimson Whiskey and a separate glass, unhooking, pouring and putting away the bottle before peering to the glass's brown-red contents- the elixir of patricians- the man thought to himself.


As the man took sip from his new glass, an Inquisitional squire would knock thrice upon the door, silently leaving a rather familiar posted on the man's desk. "The Undercity Crusade-" muttered Wolvard as his singular eye darted line from line, taking another small gulp of his whiskey as he did so. After concluding he would simply stand, tuck in his chair as he'd always been taught before making his way up the estate's steps to the roofless upper floor, climbing the next ladder as he peered across the river valley- fully exposed to the elements of the storm as he thought. "The man has his call, may the spirit above guide and all good Unionists support him in this call against the evils below our feet-- Ave."


He'd stand for perhaps another moment- or was it five, ten? Blinking before the storm around him, surely things would get better? After every storm lies a period of peace, let the evils of this world pass like the clouds above.


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