There once was a land, far, far away. The people in the lands were joyous. They had everything they wanted. There never had wars, they never had any troubles. They had amazing buildings and lush greens. They had nothing to fear until one day, the sky changed. The people looked at the sky and saw the vibrant blue turn to pitch smoky black. Everyone stood outside and looked in the confusion. They smelled something revolting. As they looked around, one boy saw a faint shadow. The shadow looked like a ring, encompassing their land. Then they saw them. The Thuz'kul.
The Thuz'kul swiftly invaded their lands. They destroyed every crop, every green the land had to offer. They torched the grounds and destroyed everything they had. The people couldn't defend themselves. Several families were dead. The leader of the lands stood up and pleaded with the Thuz'kul to stop. A massive shadow appeared from the flames and ash. The Thuz'kul Lord stepped down from his throne and stood in front of the leader. In an instant, the Thuz'kul Lord sliced the leader in half. The blood splattered on all the other survivors. There was no hope. They ran as fast as they could and went to their temple and prayed to their gods to stop the onslaught. There was no response. They could hear the footsteps of the Thuz'Kul approaching and they prayed as much as they could. They saw a faint glow on the floors. They looked at the inscription, it almost looked like a pattern, like a rune. The Thuz'Kul broke down the doors and entered the temple, ready to finish off what they started. The people saw streams of blue and yellow light around them. In a blink of an eye, everyone lost consciousness. The Thuz'Kul were surprised, the people of the lands were no longer there.
The people woke up and were confused. They saw lush, flat areas around them. They were over joyed and cried. They survived. They saw the same runic pattern underneath them. They looked around and saw a faint glimmer in the trees. They immediately grouped together and were ready to take on any new invaders. They saw animals that stood up. The survivors looked at each other, confused yet defensive. One animal came in front and told them, " Welcome. The Primes told us you would be coming. Don't worry, Do not be afraid. We are here to help you. We are the Anima. I am the Alpha. This land that you see is yours. You may build upon it. Rejoice as you are no longer in chaos." A man stood up and asked, "Who are the Primes?" The Alpha said "They are the Gods of the world. They heard your plea. Continue to pray to them and they will bless you with everything. We must leave now." All the survivors watched the Anima walk past the horizon. They looked at the land and looked at each other. The people called the world Nova Terra and considered themselves as Terrans. The Terrans began to build anew and there was finally peace for the Terrans. However this is not the end. This is the start of a massive struggle. What will happen in the world we now know as Nova Terra?
Buildings must be medieval/post-modern.
Cannot make mine shafts inside your house, must use the two public mines.
Cannot have farms of any kind inside your house, must use public farms.
Must replant plants (I.e. saplings, wheat, cacti, reeds)
Houses must be close together.
In the end of the whitelist application, type the phrase "Ist es"
Must have Human-like skins.
Will add more if needed.
Must be RP'ing at all times. To talk out of RP, type [OOC] before the message.
Must NEVER metagame (cannot use information not directly told to you to your own advantage)
Never ask to join the mods (The Order). Only select players will be given the job.
Must follow the Kingdom's restrictions.
along with the other phrase, add "status"
More will be added if needed.
Will be added soon...
Currently in need of:
Server Tech (can write scripts and manage Linux VPS. PM me if you are up for the job.)