Blocky castles are no uncommon thing for players to build, however that was before the great change.
A player known as Solace grew angry with the Minecraftia world. They had no respect for the well beings of the past, the antique castles griefed and burned down with scorching lava. He grew tired of the foolish ways of the disrespectful players.
Years he practiced alongside players that grew to enjoy the arts of enchanting and repairing, however he took a step forward.
He increased the abilities from enchanting for himself. Magic. Several others managed to learn this with him, however they had no intent of what he would do.
Solace's rage grew when another series of old castles were griefed, their occupants tormented.
And he snapped. His soul grew to have no more memory of the fond times and happiness, bitterness and rage consuming him. He increased his magic to a dangerous level, before creating a castle of his own. A river of lava surrounded it, tall and steady rock solid walls impenetrable.
He cast a spell over the land. He removed all the technology, the futuristic items. For as they had done to the past, the past would now make them suffer.
All of Minecraftia was now trapped in an endless hourglass of the past. Small, stone and wooden houses, villages, stables and farming overpowering. Global mines, smaller jobs.
In this land was a village known as Party Zone, as its occupants remembered the fun times of the future and were determined to have it back.
Many players lived within this village. A community grew, traders coming in, stopping, some staying but most moving on to other castles or villages. A team was soon hired as the village was secured by a tall cobble wall, towers overseeing the corners and protecting the village night and day.
Villagers were trained in various training excersizes: there were three groups. The first were the Combattants. They trained specially in fighting and defense, the protectors. The second was the Reapers. They specialized in growing food for the whole village and as well as creating potions to help the sick. The final were the Overseers. They were the monitors of the castle. They made sure to keep the village safe and under control, as well as trialling those who wished to cause trouble.
This was the village of Party Zone.
//maybe continuing this?? Got bored and made it. Shrug. If anybody wants to like this // comment below. I dunno. Bad things happen when you let me get bored.
A player known as Solace grew angry with the Minecraftia world. They had no respect for the well beings of the past, the antique castles griefed and burned down with scorching lava. He grew tired of the foolish ways of the disrespectful players.
Years he practiced alongside players that grew to enjoy the arts of enchanting and repairing, however he took a step forward.
He increased the abilities from enchanting for himself. Magic. Several others managed to learn this with him, however they had no intent of what he would do.
Solace's rage grew when another series of old castles were griefed, their occupants tormented.
And he snapped. His soul grew to have no more memory of the fond times and happiness, bitterness and rage consuming him. He increased his magic to a dangerous level, before creating a castle of his own. A river of lava surrounded it, tall and steady rock solid walls impenetrable.
He cast a spell over the land. He removed all the technology, the futuristic items. For as they had done to the past, the past would now make them suffer.
All of Minecraftia was now trapped in an endless hourglass of the past. Small, stone and wooden houses, villages, stables and farming overpowering. Global mines, smaller jobs.
In this land was a village known as Party Zone, as its occupants remembered the fun times of the future and were determined to have it back.
Many players lived within this village. A community grew, traders coming in, stopping, some staying but most moving on to other castles or villages. A team was soon hired as the village was secured by a tall cobble wall, towers overseeing the corners and protecting the village night and day.
Villagers were trained in various training excersizes: there were three groups. The first were the Combattants. They trained specially in fighting and defense, the protectors. The second was the Reapers. They specialized in growing food for the whole village and as well as creating potions to help the sick. The final were the Overseers. They were the monitors of the castle. They made sure to keep the village safe and under control, as well as trialling those who wished to cause trouble.
This was the village of Party Zone.
//maybe continuing this?? Got bored and made it. Shrug. If anybody wants to like this // comment below. I dunno. Bad things happen when you let me get bored.
