Definitely a great server to spend time in, constant improvements are being made, and every addition is considered and well planned before putting into action. Friendly yet competitive community there, brings great fun and gaming experiences +1 to Kingscraft!
Dark, obscure and streamline clouds gathered like a flock of black crows over a castle which is situated on the peak of an alpine-snow mountain. Coniferous trees seemed to diminish in numbers the closer they get to the snow covered peak. Rain fell, showering the medieval castle with massive amounts of water. Lightning occasionally fired, as if the dark sky and the damp earth were trying to shake hands. Thunder embraced every corner with its flamboyant sound.
In the castle, not much action was taking place, except for a scarce number of guards marching in and out at regular time intervals. The guards stood still like the four colossal, stony towers of the castle which are constructed at the corners. Their faces look dull, emotionless, and sullen. Through the massive Iron gates, a grand throne was placed in the middle of the extensive hallway. A man was seated on the cushioned throne, his hands sheltering his face as if he was too shy to face the cruel reality of life.
He wore a crown, pure gold galvanized on the surface, with diamonds which shone under the warm light produced from the chandelier above. He had armor, made entirely of gold, so glossy and metallic that it could replace a mirror. He was bald, making his head appear smooth and shiny. His eyes were both baggy and dark, the result of a massive lack of sleep. His beard was trimmed, dark and khaki. There he sat, slouched in a weird angle, his face displaying a gloomy emotion.
A royally dressed woman entered the grand hallway. Walking through the carpeted hallway, she looked so appealing that eyes of some guards were sticking their gaze upon her. She wore a crown too, this time galvanized with Iron. Her white, silky dress descended down like gentle waves arriving on the beach. She made her way unobtrusively to the man. Her eyes were like pearls freshly formed from the finest of the sea clams, she looked at him with such elegance that even the man had to fake a smile in return.
“Hello dear,” he spoke, his voice barely audible.
“You always come at the right times.” He smiled sadly at her.
She smiled back pleasantly, and felt his cheek with her fine hands.
“There will be a clarification to this, there will be,” she replied back.
She placed her hands elegantly on his laps and gave him a kiss on his cheek.
“Help is coming, and besides, we will always be together.” She continued sweetly.
He took her hands with his without hesitation, and turned his gaze upon the night sky through the frosted glass, into the vast space. Yes hope will come. Hope must come. The woman hugged him, hands around his rather wide frame.
“Doesn’t the sky look beautiful today, Notch?”
CHAPTER 2: AMBUSH
There was a dense jungle a few miles away from the castle. Jungle trees towered and covered most of the jungle region. Vines like parasites, hung sloppily on the firm branches of the trees. The jungle was dotted with several cavern openings, like a zit burst open. Ocelots, like mini cheetahs, roam about the damp jungles. Mushrooms sprouted at random places, appearing very seldom, added to the greenish jungle a little more mix of colors. The jungle seemed like a paradise for the wilderness, but yet for the humans, like a mouth of a gargantuan monster, ready to gobble up a few of the king’s scouts.
A dark shadow swiftly made its way through the damp jungle. Wearing mostly black, it blended like a bat at night, making it extremely inconspicuous. It trekked through the jungle with equivalent skills of an experienced elf huntsman. Moments later, it perched on one of the loftiest trees, its view locked on the castle, barely a few miles away. It reached into one of its cunningly hidden pockets, and fished out a staff. The staff was made out of only a jewel tied onto a stick. The jewel, like no other, shown brightly in the moonlight as if it possessed the ability to glow in the dark.
The shadow promptly raised the staff towards the night sky, currently embedded with a few shimmering stars. The gem on the wizard like staff shone with a purple light. All of a sudden, the ground below started pulsating. Dozens of greenish hands struggled out from the soil below, as if the earth had developed new sets of limbs. The soil pushed out even further as greenish, bloodstained heads started to rise out. The soil finally gave way, and dozens of green skinned bodies, twisted in weird angles, crawled out from the ground. Zombies were being summoned upon the staff. Behind the zombies, sounds of bone rattling could be heard. A troop of skeletons were making its way towards the castle. Wielding a wooden bow, they marched onwards stiffly, as though they were robots too battered and beyond repair. A loftier skeleton strode behind; it was mounted on a spider. The spider had three pairs of bloodshot eyes, which were so menacing that it could even scare the wits out of any living being. Its eight legs, covered with stiff hairs, made a slimy, gory sound as it sauntered.
The shadow, its face partially revealed by the glowing light of the staff, grinned ludicrously as it glanced down on the monsters under his command. It further raised its staff and said in a metallic voice, which made nearby ocelots scamper in shock and surprise:
“The time is nigh, and we shall strike once it reaches twilight.”
It laughed mirthlessly, almost hysterically, and its hand curled and tightened into a fist.
“Tonight the castle of Notch shall fall! And my master would finally sit on his deserved throne…”
CHAPTER 3: THE ATTACK
Two guards were standing immobile, one more leaning against the castle’s stone wall, wavering and thrusting his Iron forged sword with upmost lackluster.
“Stop that!” the guard alongside him opposed, obviously exasperated. “Swing a little more times and you might even decapitate someone!”
The bored guard slid his sword back into its Iron casing, embodied with an eagle design and some medieval patterns.
“Guard jobs are so dull!” he detested, tinges of defiance could be observed from his voice. “We do not even have anything to entertain us!”
With a husky sigh, he turned his back towards the other guards, and was about to retrieve his canteen to hydrate himself when he heard a swish, hardly breaking the silence of the eerie night. He targeted his view at the other two guards. He nearly fell backwards due to shock when he saw that both of them were lying on the ground motionless, blood sluggishly flowing out from their bodies as though their souls were being garnered by the earth.
He drew his sword out with his trembling, shaky hands in a panic immediately as he heard infuriated growls. Zombies stampeded towards him. Being outnumbered by immeasurable enemies, he took a rickety step back. He stumbled on the lifeless guards’ legs, dropping his sword and fell backwards. A skeletal commander paraded out of the dark shadows of the foliage, mounted on a man sized arachnid. It drew its bow to chockfull power, deliberately loaded a cutthroat sharp diamond arrow and targeted it at the forehead of the petrified guard. The guard pleaded for mercy, shut his eyes, bringing him into complete unawareness towards the situation before him as though he was too scared to face the harsh reality of life in Minecraftia.
A flock of black crows fluttered into the night sky as a loud gruesome sound was heard, followed by a blood curdling scream echoing throughout the ironically tranquil night…
CHAPTER 4: LOSS OF A LOVED ONE
Notch, accompanied hastily by his beloved wife, gasped in consternation when the intruder alarm shrieked across the hallway. The castle’s impeccable defense had been breached. He seized his wife’s arm securely, as he did not want anything or anyone, to hurt her, and dragged her along with him.
Only one word was persistently being articulated in his hoary brain now: Evacuate.
He came across a lifeless body of a knight, sitting in its own puddle of thick red blood. He knelt down, secured his gaze shortly at his wife, currently recovering from shock of gory imageries, and drew out a diamond sword from the lifeless knight’s chest. Blood gradually trickled from the piercing blade onto the smooth, quartz floor, creating miniature puddles of red blood.
He dashed off towards a royal knight statue, with his wife barely keeping up with him. The statue stood 6 feet high, towering over them. It held a massive Iron sword in one hand, a monumental shield in the other. Notch went behind the shield, and pulled a cunningly hidden lever. An insignificant moment after, dozens of piston sounds could be heard behind the wall adjacent to the statue. The wall unhurriedly opened, with such a croak that it might be misguided for a gigantic toad. A secret room was revealed behind the credulous stone wall. A Nether portal stood erect and stable in the center of the room, indigo particles hovered in and out of it, as though the nether portal was a mystical highway whilst the particles were airborne vehicles.
Notch gave a sigh of relief as he brought his wife towards the some-what uninviting and devilish looking portal. Just then, a muscularly built, burly man paced out of the shadows and barred his way. The man’s young face wore a ludicrous grin, eyes both gleaming like the northern star at night in the dark shadows on his wrinkle-free face, cast by his fringe of blonde hair.
Oddly though, the man wore the armor of Notch’s heralds. The man fixed his cold stare at him as he drew out a diamond sword promptly from his back. On the very first glance, Notch knew it was no ordinary sword. It was enchanted. How did he obtain such a sword? Notch ransacked his brains even though he knew eventually that no solutions would be obtained or produced from it. Only those with great command could wield an enchanted sword. But him? He’s a herald! Heralds in his kingdom did not hold any authoritative positions.
When the man stepped into the vibrant moon light, Notch’s eyes widened with shock as though they wanted to detach from their sockets. Standing beside him, his wife covered her gaping mouth with incredulity. Sir Ravends, the newly appointed herald, was barring his one and only way of evacuation.
“Let me through Ravends!” Notch ordered the man with obvious fretfulness in his coarse voice.
The man did not budge. He displayed the same demon-like grin and replied “Seems like you are too gullible, trusting me so effortlessly.”
Ravends raised his sword, and leisurely slid his index finger and his middle finger judiciously along the cutthroat edge of it. Notch’s rusty brain finally came up with an idea, and he hastily reached into his pockets and fished out a turquoise, glass textured sphere. An Ender pearl.
He fastened his fingers around it and brought his left hand to his sweat-sodden back hastily as Ravends fixed his gaze on him.
“You traitor!” Notch scrutinized Ravends with utmost hatred.
Ravends chortled mirthlessly, and brought his sword towards Notch. Notch sealed his eyes shut and readied for the laceration that the sword would be giving him. But instead of feeling intense and excruciating pain, he heard his beloved wife shriek at the top of her lungs. He stared at his wife in horror as her bloodshot eyes widened in shock, stumbling haphazardly on the hard floor as blood gushed sluggishly out of her. She shuddered on the ground, as though a hefty dosage of electricity was transferred through her body for a few almost perpetual moments before lying motionless on the ground.
Notch looked at Ravends, a myriad of emotions coursing through him. Sadness, despair, hatred. He dropped onto his knees, sobbed and moaned while he held his wife up close in his hands.
“You said that we will always be together!” Notch whispered his voice barely audible and coarse.
He looked at Ravends with detestation in his snobbishly red eyes. Ravends once again laughed mirthlessly. He raised his sword once more without hesitation, bloodlust taking over him.
“Now it’s your turn!” he bellowed with prodigious delight.
Ravends plunged his sword down, but sliced only thin air just as Notch threw the ender pearl into the portal. Notch had escaped his demise.
CHAPTER 5:ANOTHER SIDE
In the distant lands of Minecraftia, there stood another solitary kingdom. It stood tall, sturdy, enclosed by a hefty trench of deep-sea water. Townsfolk roamed about the dusty, lamppost lined street. Myriads of topiaries were situated in a particular pattern, swaying gently in synchronization to the mild, cool morning breeze. Markets were widely spread around the kingdom, populated densely with traders, merchants, customers and dealers, making the markets the liveliest area of all.
In the center of the kingdom, a pearl-white and crystal shiny fountain complimented with the surrounding markets. Streams and spurts of clear water being shot out constantly shimmered under the warm morning sunlight. Stone benches circled around the fountain, hardly anyone then one or two exhausted fellows sat there basking under the sun.
Dozens and dozens of settlements, both rural and urban, littered neatly across the serene kingdom. The settlements were occupied with random and somewhat interesting conversations that any secret could be effortlessly exposed to the public.
A bakery was situated just next to the markets, smells and fragrances of freshly brick oven baked pastries fuelled the fresh air. An extensive queue awaited just outside the pastry packed bakery, stretching so lengthily that it had to make a bend to continue even further.
Traditional farms sat alongside the border, further spicing up the kingdom’s vastness. The farms were blooming with crops, obviously a bountiful harvesting season for the farmers. These farms had a plethora of crops, each having its own unique and loud color, making the kingdom look like a crown jewel from a bird’s eye view. Barns there were full of animals – pigs, sheep and cows. All of them appear so well fed, probably due to the arrival of farm animal competitions.
In the exterior, the outskirts of the kingdom, several gold mines were dug. Some seemed to be actively used; the others appear to be abandoned. Sounds of pickaxes hammering either stone or ores could be perceived even from a mile away. Even further out, lived the lumberjacks. Lumberjacks were the lowest of the lowest. In order to make a living, one has to significantly harvest tons of trees, also comprising replanting them. Some lumberjacks even rely on “Drug dealers” to additionally elevate their incomes; bonemeal is what they are using these days. If one lives near the borders of the kingdom, he or she could hear trees falling occasionally, as if a colossal giant had stumbled over a great ravine.
Name: bryanang1209 In game Name: Bl0ck1209 Past experiences with whatever you are:
I am one of the top builders in a good creative server. Here are the picture of my builds:
Age: 17 Will you grief?: Why would I? I am a builder O.o
I don't think playing is required. If someone requests to be paid, there is no guarantee that they will stick around and finish the map with you. It is going to be hard to get builders and a dedicated team since I'm not sure if you will still have the motivation to finish it.
Ahh but you see, if the leader himself is not motivated, why would his crew be? Thats why i need to be sure that he is really into the project which then i would be willing to join. Often i see the leaders of "soon to complete" projects ditching their role and become very innactive. If the project leader is really on to it, then I would be too. P.S. I work for free as long as i have some credit in the project; im not a moneybags person
Its going to be hard to find some decent people to work with you as you have just joined minecraft forums.
And also be aware that nothing comes for free. If you need a good builder, you might have to pay him/her unless
he/she is kind and also extremely interested to work with you.
I might consider joining your group as a builder provided you give me in depth details
What would you be doing in the map making? Script writer? Or perhaps one of the builders?
When the server is opened for us to work on the map could you make it an offline server? (I use a cracked minecraft account )
How active are you? Are you a workaholic?
And yes. I am a good builder. You do not have to worry about that. Once you get started on the map i'll prove it to you.
Oh god. It looks like many things at one time. It looks like a xray+negative filter+MSpaint texture pack. I suggest you to take a look at how to make pixel art before attempting a high resolution pack.
Aftermath 16x is a new texture pack that i am working on. To be honest, this pack is so far one of my best texture packs i have been working on in my opinion.
Aftermath texture pack basically is a post-war/gloomy/dark pack.
Blocks currently done:
Dirt
Sand
Stone
Cobblestone
Gravel
Oakwood
Pictures:
Highlihted parts of sand and balanced grass.
Highlighted dirt too. Added Cobblstone.
Default grass:
AfterLife Grass:
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Heres the link: http://www.planetminecraft.com/texture_pack/174-pixel-daydream/
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Dark, obscure and streamline clouds gathered like a flock of black crows over a castle which is situated on the peak of an alpine-snow mountain. Coniferous trees seemed to diminish in numbers the closer they get to the snow covered peak. Rain fell, showering the medieval castle with massive amounts of water. Lightning occasionally fired, as if the dark sky and the damp earth were trying to shake hands. Thunder embraced every corner with its flamboyant sound.
In the castle, not much action was taking place, except for a scarce number of guards marching in and out at regular time intervals. The guards stood still like the four colossal, stony towers of the castle which are constructed at the corners. Their faces look dull, emotionless, and sullen. Through the massive Iron gates, a grand throne was placed in the middle of the extensive hallway. A man was seated on the cushioned throne, his hands sheltering his face as if he was too shy to face the cruel reality of life.
He wore a crown, pure gold galvanized on the surface, with diamonds which shone under the warm light produced from the chandelier above. He had armor, made entirely of gold, so glossy and metallic that it could replace a mirror. He was bald, making his head appear smooth and shiny. His eyes were both baggy and dark, the result of a massive lack of sleep. His beard was trimmed, dark and khaki. There he sat, slouched in a weird angle, his face displaying a gloomy emotion.
A royally dressed woman entered the grand hallway. Walking through the carpeted hallway, she looked so appealing that eyes of some guards were sticking their gaze upon her. She wore a crown too, this time galvanized with Iron. Her white, silky dress descended down like gentle waves arriving on the beach. She made her way unobtrusively to the man. Her eyes were like pearls freshly formed from the finest of the sea clams, she looked at him with such elegance that even the man had to fake a smile in return.
“Hello dear,” he spoke, his voice barely audible.
“You always come at the right times.” He smiled sadly at her.
She smiled back pleasantly, and felt his cheek with her fine hands.
“There will be a clarification to this, there will be,” she replied back.
She placed her hands elegantly on his laps and gave him a kiss on his cheek.
“Help is coming, and besides, we will always be together.” She continued sweetly.
He took her hands with his without hesitation, and turned his gaze upon the night sky through the frosted glass, into the vast space. Yes hope will come. Hope must come. The woman hugged him, hands around his rather wide frame.
“Doesn’t the sky look beautiful today, Notch?”
CHAPTER 2: AMBUSH
There was a dense jungle a few miles away from the castle. Jungle trees towered and covered most of the jungle region. Vines like parasites, hung sloppily on the firm branches of the trees. The jungle was dotted with several cavern openings, like a zit burst open. Ocelots, like mini cheetahs, roam about the damp jungles. Mushrooms sprouted at random places, appearing very seldom, added to the greenish jungle a little more mix of colors. The jungle seemed like a paradise for the wilderness, but yet for the humans, like a mouth of a gargantuan monster, ready to gobble up a few of the king’s scouts.
A dark shadow swiftly made its way through the damp jungle. Wearing mostly black, it blended like a bat at night, making it extremely inconspicuous. It trekked through the jungle with equivalent skills of an experienced elf huntsman. Moments later, it perched on one of the loftiest trees, its view locked on the castle, barely a few miles away. It reached into one of its cunningly hidden pockets, and fished out a staff. The staff was made out of only a jewel tied onto a stick. The jewel, like no other, shown brightly in the moonlight as if it possessed the ability to glow in the dark.
The shadow promptly raised the staff towards the night sky, currently embedded with a few shimmering stars. The gem on the wizard like staff shone with a purple light. All of a sudden, the ground below started pulsating. Dozens of greenish hands struggled out from the soil below, as if the earth had developed new sets of limbs. The soil pushed out even further as greenish, bloodstained heads started to rise out. The soil finally gave way, and dozens of green skinned bodies, twisted in weird angles, crawled out from the ground. Zombies were being summoned upon the staff. Behind the zombies, sounds of bone rattling could be heard. A troop of skeletons were making its way towards the castle. Wielding a wooden bow, they marched onwards stiffly, as though they were robots too battered and beyond repair. A loftier skeleton strode behind; it was mounted on a spider. The spider had three pairs of bloodshot eyes, which were so menacing that it could even scare the wits out of any living being. Its eight legs, covered with stiff hairs, made a slimy, gory sound as it sauntered.
The shadow, its face partially revealed by the glowing light of the staff, grinned ludicrously as it glanced down on the monsters under his command. It further raised its staff and said in a metallic voice, which made nearby ocelots scamper in shock and surprise:
“The time is nigh, and we shall strike once it reaches twilight.”
It laughed mirthlessly, almost hysterically, and its hand curled and tightened into a fist.
“Tonight the castle of Notch shall fall! And my master would finally sit on his deserved throne…”
CHAPTER 3: THE ATTACK
Two guards were standing immobile, one more leaning against the castle’s stone wall, wavering and thrusting his Iron forged sword with upmost lackluster.
“Stop that!” the guard alongside him opposed, obviously exasperated. “Swing a little more times and you might even decapitate someone!”
The bored guard slid his sword back into its Iron casing, embodied with an eagle design and some medieval patterns.
“Guard jobs are so dull!” he detested, tinges of defiance could be observed from his voice. “We do not even have anything to entertain us!”
With a husky sigh, he turned his back towards the other guards, and was about to retrieve his canteen to hydrate himself when he heard a swish, hardly breaking the silence of the eerie night. He targeted his view at the other two guards. He nearly fell backwards due to shock when he saw that both of them were lying on the ground motionless, blood sluggishly flowing out from their bodies as though their souls were being garnered by the earth.
He drew his sword out with his trembling, shaky hands in a panic immediately as he heard infuriated growls. Zombies stampeded towards him. Being outnumbered by immeasurable enemies, he took a rickety step back. He stumbled on the lifeless guards’ legs, dropping his sword and fell backwards. A skeletal commander paraded out of the dark shadows of the foliage, mounted on a man sized arachnid. It drew its bow to chockfull power, deliberately loaded a cutthroat sharp diamond arrow and targeted it at the forehead of the petrified guard. The guard pleaded for mercy, shut his eyes, bringing him into complete unawareness towards the situation before him as though he was too scared to face the harsh reality of life in Minecraftia.
A flock of black crows fluttered into the night sky as a loud gruesome sound was heard, followed by a blood curdling scream echoing throughout the ironically tranquil night…
CHAPTER 4: LOSS OF A LOVED ONE
Notch, accompanied hastily by his beloved wife, gasped in consternation when the intruder alarm shrieked across the hallway. The castle’s impeccable defense had been breached. He seized his wife’s arm securely, as he did not want anything or anyone, to hurt her, and dragged her along with him.
Only one word was persistently being articulated in his hoary brain now: Evacuate.
He came across a lifeless body of a knight, sitting in its own puddle of thick red blood. He knelt down, secured his gaze shortly at his wife, currently recovering from shock of gory imageries, and drew out a diamond sword from the lifeless knight’s chest. Blood gradually trickled from the piercing blade onto the smooth, quartz floor, creating miniature puddles of red blood.
He dashed off towards a royal knight statue, with his wife barely keeping up with him. The statue stood 6 feet high, towering over them. It held a massive Iron sword in one hand, a monumental shield in the other. Notch went behind the shield, and pulled a cunningly hidden lever. An insignificant moment after, dozens of piston sounds could be heard behind the wall adjacent to the statue. The wall unhurriedly opened, with such a croak that it might be misguided for a gigantic toad. A secret room was revealed behind the credulous stone wall. A Nether portal stood erect and stable in the center of the room, indigo particles hovered in and out of it, as though the nether portal was a mystical highway whilst the particles were airborne vehicles.
Notch gave a sigh of relief as he brought his wife towards the some-what uninviting and devilish looking portal. Just then, a muscularly built, burly man paced out of the shadows and barred his way. The man’s young face wore a ludicrous grin, eyes both gleaming like the northern star at night in the dark shadows on his wrinkle-free face, cast by his fringe of blonde hair.
Oddly though, the man wore the armor of Notch’s heralds. The man fixed his cold stare at him as he drew out a diamond sword promptly from his back. On the very first glance, Notch knew it was no ordinary sword. It was enchanted. How did he obtain such a sword? Notch ransacked his brains even though he knew eventually that no solutions would be obtained or produced from it. Only those with great command could wield an enchanted sword. But him? He’s a herald! Heralds in his kingdom did not hold any authoritative positions.
When the man stepped into the vibrant moon light, Notch’s eyes widened with shock as though they wanted to detach from their sockets. Standing beside him, his wife covered her gaping mouth with incredulity. Sir Ravends, the newly appointed herald, was barring his one and only way of evacuation.
“Let me through Ravends!” Notch ordered the man with obvious fretfulness in his coarse voice.
The man did not budge. He displayed the same demon-like grin and replied “Seems like you are too gullible, trusting me so effortlessly.”
Ravends raised his sword, and leisurely slid his index finger and his middle finger judiciously along the cutthroat edge of it. Notch’s rusty brain finally came up with an idea, and he hastily reached into his pockets and fished out a turquoise, glass textured sphere. An Ender pearl.
He fastened his fingers around it and brought his left hand to his sweat-sodden back hastily as Ravends fixed his gaze on him.
“You traitor!” Notch scrutinized Ravends with utmost hatred.
Ravends chortled mirthlessly, and brought his sword towards Notch. Notch sealed his eyes shut and readied for the laceration that the sword would be giving him. But instead of feeling intense and excruciating pain, he heard his beloved wife shriek at the top of her lungs. He stared at his wife in horror as her bloodshot eyes widened in shock, stumbling haphazardly on the hard floor as blood gushed sluggishly out of her. She shuddered on the ground, as though a hefty dosage of electricity was transferred through her body for a few almost perpetual moments before lying motionless on the ground.
Notch looked at Ravends, a myriad of emotions coursing through him. Sadness, despair, hatred. He dropped onto his knees, sobbed and moaned while he held his wife up close in his hands.
“You said that we will always be together!” Notch whispered his voice barely audible and coarse.
He looked at Ravends with detestation in his snobbishly red eyes. Ravends once again laughed mirthlessly. He raised his sword once more without hesitation, bloodlust taking over him.
“Now it’s your turn!” he bellowed with prodigious delight.
Ravends plunged his sword down, but sliced only thin air just as Notch threw the ender pearl into the portal. Notch had escaped his demise.
CHAPTER 5: ANOTHER SIDE
In the distant lands of Minecraftia, there stood another solitary kingdom. It stood tall, sturdy, enclosed by a hefty trench of deep-sea water. Townsfolk roamed about the dusty, lamppost lined street. Myriads of topiaries were situated in a particular pattern, swaying gently in synchronization to the mild, cool morning breeze. Markets were widely spread around the kingdom, populated densely with traders, merchants, customers and dealers, making the markets the liveliest area of all.
In the center of the kingdom, a pearl-white and crystal shiny fountain complimented with the surrounding markets. Streams and spurts of clear water being shot out constantly shimmered under the warm morning sunlight. Stone benches circled around the fountain, hardly anyone then one or two exhausted fellows sat there basking under the sun.
Dozens and dozens of settlements, both rural and urban, littered neatly across the serene kingdom. The settlements were occupied with random and somewhat interesting conversations that any secret could be effortlessly exposed to the public.
A bakery was situated just next to the markets, smells and fragrances of freshly brick oven baked pastries fuelled the fresh air. An extensive queue awaited just outside the pastry packed bakery, stretching so lengthily that it had to make a bend to continue even further.
Traditional farms sat alongside the border, further spicing up the kingdom’s vastness. The farms were blooming with crops, obviously a bountiful harvesting season for the farmers. These farms had a plethora of crops, each having its own unique and loud color, making the kingdom look like a crown jewel from a bird’s eye view. Barns there were full of animals – pigs, sheep and cows. All of them appear so well fed, probably due to the arrival of farm animal competitions.
In the exterior, the outskirts of the kingdom, several gold mines were dug. Some seemed to be actively used; the others appear to be abandoned. Sounds of pickaxes hammering either stone or ores could be perceived even from a mile away. Even further out, lived the lumberjacks. Lumberjacks were the lowest of the lowest. In order to make a living, one has to significantly harvest tons of trees, also comprising replanting them. Some lumberjacks even rely on “Drug dealers” to additionally elevate their incomes; bonemeal is what they are using these days. If one lives near the borders of the kingdom, he or she could hear trees falling occasionally, as if a colossal giant had stumbled over a great ravine.
Life in Etherelia was simple and elegant.
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In game Name: Bl0ck1209
Past experiences with whatever you are:
I am one of the top builders in a good creative server. Here are the picture of my builds:
Age: 17
Will you grief?: Why would I? I am a builder O.o
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And also be aware that nothing comes for free. If you need a good builder, you might have to pay him/her unless
he/she is kind and also extremely interested to work with you.
I might consider joining your group as a builder provided you give me in depth details
What would you be doing in the map making? Script writer? Or perhaps one of the builders?
When the server is opened for us to work on the map could you make it an offline server? (I use a cracked minecraft account
How active are you? Are you a workaholic?
And yes. I am a good builder. You do not have to worry about that. Once you get started on the map i'll prove it to you.
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Yes i do see that the colours do not compliment each other. I'm still learning about color palletes. Any advice?
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[16x][WIP]TEXTURE PACK
Aftermath 16x is a new texture pack that i am working on.
To be honest, this pack is so far one of my best texture packs
i have been working on in my opinion.
Aftermath texture pack basically is a post-war/gloomy/dark pack.
Blocks currently done:
Dirt
Sand
Stone
Cobblestone
Gravel
Oakwood
Pictures:
Highlihted parts of sand and balanced grass.
Highlighted dirt too. Added Cobblstone.
Default grass:
AfterLife Grass: