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    posted a message on Small Survival Realm Looking For a Few New Players

    Hey guys,


    Got a pretty casual realm going on. My friends and I just got back into the game. Would like a few new people to play with so let me know if you're interested. Strictly survival, light roleplaying.

    Application as follows.


    Age:

    Years played:

    Time Zone:

    What do you like to build:

    Do you like community projects:

    Do you use Discord:

    Have a mic:

    (optional) Post a pic of your recent build:


    UPDATE: 8/14 We're still looking for new players to participate in our building competition! Our theme is Main Street. Do what you can with a 12x12 plot. Judging will begin 1 month after all plots are claimed!

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    posted a message on Getting Crafty 4.1
    Howdy Chaps!

    Started my 4th survival server last month. I and my friends have gone build wild and as a result I've completely forgotten to keep a build log thread as I usually do.

    If anyone is familiar with my previous threads, you may know I've experimented with using dice rolls to determine buildings, locations, and actions in the past. I have refined the technique and feel I've come up with a nice mix of logic and that pleasant touch of random. I also give some of my new players additional work when they're hurting for inspiration.

    Anyhow, I decided I'd go ahead and post my house which I just built. I haven't even had time to furnish it! It's been a while since I built a little house for myself, so my best work is not on display, but hopefully subsequent projects will impress.

    Here's the view from the front. I don't think it clashes too much with my neighbor's house. I think I'll enter through the garage.

    Pigs make excellent town cars, I have mine parked safely in here with spare parts in the chest. Moving on.

    I went back out of the garage and entered the gate, where my private garden walkway lies enclosed. It's actually night but my "porch lights" do a good job of lighting the place. All of the lights in the house are properly wired and toggle.

    My cozy fireplace. I can't wait to get some nice furniture in here!

    A view of the dining room, leading into the kitchen. Plenty of space for a dining table.

    A house so fresh the plumbers haven't even come out to add a sink and toilet. This is my bathroom. I wonder if mirrors are a vanilla possibility?

    Main bedroom featuring walk-in closet and adjacent study.

    Second bedroom, no study, but featuring a little balcony to negotiate with the downtown of Cielo springing up around me.

    That's all for now, more soon!
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    posted a message on Youssarian's Minecraft
    Woo! I love the house, you're quite the builder. I look forward to seeing more of your work. I like to see what people do in survival.
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    posted a message on My survival world Story
    My primary continent is based on the general lore and environment of various ancient Mesopotamian dynasties and empires. In no way is it meant to be historically accurate, but I thought it would be fun. I had wrote a bit of story for flavor with the in game books, but decided to write it out a little more. Here tis. Let me know what you think, I may be posting more chapters soon.

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    It was a summer's day, the harsh rays of the sun tore over the fields of Eridu and across the back of Ulen. It had been three days and he had ventured long across the Akkadian dunes with his faithful ass in tow, Don Quixote. The nights were bitter cold, the days mercilessly hot. The desert was clearly a place fit only for merchants and madmen. Eridu was different.

    Ulen felt the sun to be just about as spiteful here as in the vast emptiness of Akkadia, but somehow, the foreign vegetation held on under the solar tyrant. It was crumbly, dusty in places, crunched beneath his feet, and gave way to cracked mud here and there, but certainly held on. Here and there tiny natural ponds sat. Strange beasts unperturbed by Ulen's passing collected here, and Ulen did not approach. These great meaty hulks and shuffling creatures, dined on a hundred times, were unnerving met up close, and did not stir while Ulen refilled his waterskin. The grass was more pleasant near the ponds, and under the shade of the occasional grey barked trees. The great garden's of Uruk's palace seemed at once more meaningful, and sillier, with the endless fields of green and crumbling yellow of Eridu.

    Ulen leaned his walking stick against one of the crooked grey trees for a moment, untied Don Quixote's lead for a moment to allow him to browse. The beast may have been excited to browse the wild greens, but the beast never showed anything, merely carrying out tasks with a resigned dispassion. Many farmers and caravaneers cursed their asses for their stubbornness, but it seemed Don and Ulen shared an understanding.

    From the beast's saddlebag, Ulen retrieved a map. He drew with a stick in a dusty patch, calculating the factors of his journey, judging his direction, his time spent. He was not the ablest traveler but he judged himself with a fair degree of confidence to be in the midst of the known territory of the Lem tribe. He sought the tribe, who's mark he shared on his ankle. He sought his origins.

    ---

    He had a good life, home in Uruk. He had even acquired the favor of Sargon, and shared with the nobility the wealth and privileges of their class. He could never be designated a true noble, as his blood excluded him from the distinction, and instead had earned the title of King's Own. His home was made in the palace, his window overlooking the great hanging gardens, where the poets looked for inspiration and the mystics spoke to Gods.

    It was in these gardens he was found as a babe, by a priestess of Inanna. Eanna was barren, and it was her skill as a scribe that allowed her to retain her position as head priestess. She was the best and the fastest in the palace, favored by Sargon, and secretly despised by the jealous lower priestesses, who had all labored with births as a result of Inanna's rites. The role of High Priestess was an embodiment of the second of Inanna's phases, mother, and former priestesses nursed children even as they spoke to their faithful. The jealous among them whispered that Eanna was only befitting of Inanna's third... the *****.

    Ulen had been a gift from Inanna herself to Eanna, who's credibility was challenged more each day. Eanna could finally be a mother. At first the priestesses laughed and ridiculed Eanna for the son she claimed as hers, a tiny dark skinned creature, plain to anyone as the spawn of the savannah tribes of Eridu, Eanna thought her position as the royal priestess was over, until the Head priest of Enlil, father of civilization, and wise men of Nabu, bringer of wisdom, hailed her as the purest example of Inanna. Godess of love, who's love extends to all, who is the mother of the motherless, the mother of us all. The priestesses had then felt shame at their transgression, and honored the pair, who had remained graceful whilst they had disgraced themselves. Though she loved him the moment she found him, Eanna's bond as mother to the strange child was now unbreakable.

    Ulen spent his days as a lad exploring the vastness of the palace, the gardens, and playing with the royal children. He was novel and beloved by all of the palace. Outside of it's walls, the people of Uruk traded captured savanna nomads as slaves, and it's foundries and refineries ran on the sweat of the cheap labor. Lesser nobles built empires on their conquest of minor territories and the enslavement of their peoples, justifying these atrocities with false reports and the culture of the commons. As much as it disgusted Sargon himself, it was their "ancient right", and to outlaw it would only incite anger and push the slavers deeper underground. The palace had to lead by example, and beloved little Uruk was such an example.

    Uruk was made to participate in the education of the young princes, princesses, and high noble children. Unlike his peers, his lessons fascinated him, and he took to learning eagerly. When Eanna found his room littered with tablets near a small pile of dust, she knew he too would become a scribe. She praised him for his practice of the cuneiform characters, and had to remind him to be polite and ask before taking chisels and tablets.

    As Uruk began sprouting his first meager beard, he was already a capable scribe, with the skill and swiftness of his adoptive mother. Already Sargon relied on him to compose palace correspondence. At his mother's urging, he became part of a priesthood as well. His gender prevented him from serving Inanna in any respectable capacity, but he studied Enlil's gift of civilization to humanity, and studied the rites performed to send the fallen peacefully to Irkalla for their final rest. He learned the importance of burial rights, the failure to properly release the dead resulted in their recruitment by Nergal. Many were the victims of Nergal's horde, the spawn of darkness. The foul soldiers ravaged the dunes and plains alike every night, making their home wherever darkness reigns. The only mercy Nergal knew as god of plague and war and husband to the queen of Irkalla, was the mandate of Shamash that his foulest spawn know annihilation from the sun's light. Nergal was forced to agree, but gained the sun's destructive capacity as his weapon...

    It was that very weapon that killed the only mother Uruk had ever known. Atop the highest point of Inanna's temple, Eanna communed with her goddess. A sudden heat surge struck, and Eanna succumbed to heatstroke. The dizziness that followed worked her body against her, she tripped and plummeted from the temple roof.

    In the catacombs of Ereshkigal's gateway to Irkalla, tears fell from Ulen's eyes as he prepared his mother for Irkalla. She had been good to Ulen, and his prosperity, he owed to her love.

    Ulen's mind was a storm of questions, as the grief for his mother drove him to questions of his birth parents. Who were they? What life did they live? Why did they abandon him in this city, so far from the Savanna of their home?

    One question was answered as Ulen made his way through the market for supplies. A lineup of dark skinned men in chains proceeded through the gates. It was not Ulen's place to do anything about the practice, though it made him sick. He imagined shackles around his own wrists, welts left by a driving whip, being driven over dunes like cattle, or being packed tight into a wagon that reeked of and human misery. Ulen turned away, but his eyes picked up something he could not ignore.

    One of the slave men had a distinct mark upon his ankle, a sheperd's crook, and a bow. He realized suddenly, though he'd never seen this before, that all the nomads had such a mark. There were several different marks and this man was the only with this particular mark...

    Which matched his own marked ankle.

    While the slavers were busy talking to the guards at the gates, Ulen questions the dark skinned man. "Who are you?"

    The captured man glanced briefly at Ulen before returning his gaze to nothing, staring directly in front of him. Ulen attempted to ask several more times but the man would not respond. Finally, in frustration, Ulen shook the slave about the shoulders.

    "We have the same mark! The same mark! Where is it from! Tell me!" The slave's face registered a comprehension for a moment, and his lips parted as if to speak, only to shut, and for his face to return to it's blankness.

    "Oi! Hands of, you!" The slaver readied his whip, about to crack this near noble citizen like one of the men he viewed only as profit. The guards grasped his hand before he could bring it down, and a struggle ensued. Two more guards came and grasped Ulen, who continued to shout at the chained man. As they drug him away, the slave turned to him and said just one word. "Lem".

    Having explained his outburst to the guards, as well as his position, they let him go. They had no right to hold anyone of noble blood, or a friend of the king. Ulen spent the next weeks pouring over the library's meager charts and maps to learn as much as possible about Eridu and it's tribes, which had hardly been studied by anyone. Sargon himself way away on a journey to Lyonfall Isle, and had no need for his favored scribe. The mausoleum devoted to Ereshkigal had plenty of priests to perform the all too important rites, and Ulen himself couldn't bring himself to face another dead after the loss of Eanna. His only goal now was to find the tribe of Lem. He didn't know what he would do when he got there, or understand why it mattered. He knew only that he had to go.

    -------

    "Ow!!" Ulen was awoken by a yank to his hair, and a loud series of brays. He saw on the horizon the clouds were aglow with oranges and pinks, as Shamash relinquished the sky to Sin. Ulen cursed under his breath as he stood up, putting the map back in Don's saddlebag. His faithful friend had awoken him from the nap he had slipped into, but it was already too late. The land was darkening, and his shelter was not set up, nor his lights to keep the monsters away. He would have to press on through the night. From beneath his traveling linens, he produced a long dirk. More for defense against robbers, it would now be the tool of his survival.

    "I'm sorry, friend" Ulen quickly mounted Don, climbing into the saddle. Don Quixote did not enjoy being ridden and would only tolerate it in circumstances such as this. He kept any protest to himself for now, understanding the implications of the dark. Ulen rode over to the tree and retrieved his staff, and pressed on over the dry grasses.

    2


    Already they were "spawning". It was understood that most of the dead did not wander from caves or places, but materialized out of the darkness itself under the eye of Sin. Ordinary spiders became beastly with dark energy. With every blink there seemed to be more emissaries of Ishkur. The bones and rotting hulks of the long dead roamed and wandered, unhindered, unthreatened. The dark was their realm and they turned their gaze, eyeless or otherwise, on the trespasser.

    The rotten ones found him first, training their eyeless sockets on the pair as they approached. Ulen steered Don away from the danger, but Don already knew to steer from these creatures. The rule for underarmed travelers at night was to keep moving.

    His staff in his right hand, Ulen jabbed at the shuffling corpses that neared too close. Knocking them off balance onto their backs or into pits and ponds. Mercifully, the condition of Nergal's most common footsoldier left them more frightening than threatening. Yet, if they caught you...

    Suddenly a great weight dropped on Ulen from a tree as Don passed under, knocking him out of the saddle. The beast panicked for a moment, braying loudly as the fuzzy mass stabbed into Ulen, hissing madly. Ulen struggled and thrust his dirk desperately into the hulk, which screamed with injury. He became aware of blood between them and a horrible pain in his right shoulder as the many eyed beast met his shocked-wide eyes. It's many legs seemed to pin him to the ground, and the spider screeched into his face where he saw the stabbing mandibles that would soon gouge his eyes. Adrenaline surged and Ulen wrenched free his dirk wielding hand, thrusting upward into the creature's head with a roar. Foul ichor dripped from the critical wound, and with his legs and uninjured arm he wrenched the creature off of him and stood.

    He rose to meet the eyeless, slackmouthed face of a corpse inches from his own.

    Don Quixote came to the rescue with his mighty hooves, he crashed into zombie, knocking it to the ground where he then stomped it's rot-softened head into pulp.

    Too shocked to feel grateful, Ulen immediately moved to Mount Don Quixote, when a feathered shaft appeared in his rump with a muffled 'thwump'. An ear-piercing bray erupted from Don's mouth, as the spooked beast tore through the fields away.

    His best hope of leaving gone, Ulen turned to make his stand as another arrow whizzed past his ear. Atop a small hill, under a tree, a full skeleton of animated bones operated a bow with astonishing form.

    Taking what was likely his only chance, Ulen let out a furious battle cry he would have never thought himself capable of, and ran full tilt towards the monster with his dirk in hand. Coming to the top of the hill just as the arrow was notched and drawn, Ulen lept with all of his might towards the monster, still roaring at the top of his lungs as if to intimidate the dead. The arrow left it's bow, the twang of the instrument rippling through the scream in the air...

    Ulen collapsed upon the skeleton, dirk striking true, directly into the eye socket. The eerie dark light left the creature's empty eyes, and it collapsed into a pile of inert bones with Ulen atop, it wouldn't get up again.

    Ulen rolled over onto his back and onto the dry grass. He also didn't get back up. He crawled over to the tree, and sat up against it, clutching his chest. The arrow caught him, and it was momentum alone that felled the monster. He was wounded, his vision grew hazy. He wiped the filth of combat from his face, gasping, adrenaline no longer surging, strength used up. He felt the wound, the arrow was deep, but the shaft had broken from the fall and there was no way to know how deep. Hearing the groans of the approaching dead, Ulen closed his eyes, and surrendered himself to unconsciousness.
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    posted a message on Dungeons and Minecraft
    Finally completed the first half of roll 17!

    I rolled a 4, so I've got a double build. The first turned out to be a moderately wealthy temple, the second is going to be an arena.

    I'm not entirely done with this temple. It's intended as a temple to commerce, a modest tribute to Anshur for the gift of prosperity. I intend to put a wishing well in the center, which players can throw gold nuggets or emeralds into for the chance to receive a boon or perhaps a message, with the rarest outcome set to point towards hidden treasures.

    This will be the start of the market district of Uruk. Soon I'll have to get to work on the arena.

    View from afar, with my temporary construction chests in the way.
    The front from afar
    Standing in the entrance
    Standing at the back
    From atop a temporary pillar
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    posted a message on Dungeons and Minecraft
    I finally finished roll 16! Well, sort of... I rolled to build a foundry in the new area, the furthest southern point of the Akkadian desert, the new settlement of Uruk. I had rolled some very poor farms, so I wont bother to show those.

    The foundry isn't finished. It is not yet operational. In time I intend to put in it's guts, which will include some decoration and atmosphere as well as a mechanism to automatically fill furnaces with a hopper/minecart system, and deliver the finished product to the bottom floor, to stock on pallets awaiting sale or shipment. This will be a working business, with a punch in/out system of command blocks, security clearance, etc. All that would take more than a few screenshots to show and will also take some playing around in creative in order to put the command blocks in place. However, I finished my basic building in survival, and I figured I'd go ahead and show it off.

    This is the front of the building, as glimpsed from the roof of another building. You can see the security guard's kiosk just inside the gate, the parking lot, and the body of the foundry, as well as a tower jutting up from behind.
    There's the kiosk
    Parking lot and building front
    First floor, this will become the staging area, where the furnaces in the tower will empty out.
    Here's a view from a dune behind the building
    Here's a depressing view from the second floor windows, they're clouded over with soot and smog already (even though the foundry has never been used =P)
    A nicer view from the manager's office, he gets his windows cleaned.
    Manager's office
    First floor windows, barred over to prevent break-ins or mischief

    On another note, this was really hard to build in survival. The cost of clay was huge, and I had to travel long distances to find sources of clay. Mercifully I managed to plunder about half of it from nearby rivers. However, with this continent being primarily desert, sources of clay were very limited, and finally I resorted to plundering loads of clay from the uninhabited territories to the east and the west. There were a lot of rivers and muddy coastlines here so I was able to come up with all of the necessary clay, but the price of clay is very high now and I imagine I'll be paying my room mates on LAN a heavy price for it in the future. That or I'll just keep plundering. The nearest swamp I know is at least 15k away sadly.
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    posted a message on Dungeons and Minecraft
    Quote from Avalassantra

    Soooo much desert >.< Looks awesome though having it all up and pieced together into one map =D


    Yeah there is a lot, but it is quite fun as well. I've even found the necessity for things like trading missions between settlements. I just crossed the Akkadian Desert from Southern Akkad all the way to Lem in order to get some stockpiled wood, planning to trade some gold I mined. The vastness of the desert and the beauty of the dunes make me feel like I'm a part of a world. It's these feelings I hope to be able to capture if I make this world into a server.
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    posted a message on Dungeons and Minecraft
    Thanks Deeeeeelicious! Also, my random exploration has finally resulted in the production of a single facing of a mapstone.


    So pretty, so complete =)

    This of course reveals two new territories to the south, as you can see, complete biomes in the water there. Each a desert. I'll be sure to make a name for them if the dice ever call me to build upon them, and they have increased location turn lengths to 8.
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    posted a message on Dungeons and Minecraft
    Aaaaaand, finished roll 12!

    Roll 12 was a 4, meaning double-build. The desert village makes me feel like I need to use a lot of sandstone. Thankfully, the new biome generation desert hills give me tonnes of sandstone to collect. I rolled for a guard tower and a group of 3 shacks.

    I have to admit, I'm not the best at making towers. This tower not being my best work either. It has all the necessary features though, and blends in well enough with the surroundings. It has a simple stairway up with arrow slits in the corners. Also comes equipped with a basement holding cell. Woo!

    So then I build my shacks. Not much to say about them, except that one is diagonal.
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    posted a message on I dont know what style this is or why i built this. i just did.
    Really digging the purple carpet. Nice build!
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