Characters:The Dane, The Heir, The Duke, The Atlas
Day one started as always: the four of us punching wood and sheep for houses and beds, and then the night spent killing the hordes of the undead and arachnids of terror. I, of course, was more of the miner, so I took it upon myself to get the cobble, dirt, and what ever other ores and minerals I could find. I stumbled upon the first cave with hardly any supplies on me but a pick and torches. It was too early in the Genesis for food. Luckily, the Heir tossed me down some fresh bacon from a hunt. I ate my fill and lit up the dark mass to find iron. So..much.. IRON! The Dane had been cooking up charcoal for several hours now and we had just enough to smelt all the iron. With the shining bricks we had, we made new furnaces, tools and even armor to combat the dreads of night and day. The Atlas had gone off on his journey to find his more permanent home. He always was the more secretive one.
Our trio had begun to dig into the bowels of the earth to find redstone, diamonds and possibly gold if our timing was good. We had food, beds, and weapons to last us a few days. However, I was the more cautious one. I had packed a small canvas bag to make sure we had everything we needed. Four days had passed.
We emerged from the cave scarred and bruised and burnt, but we had so much ore. I made five more bags for my companions so that all of us could part ways to build this world into our own. I gave the the Dane all of his charcoal and wood saplings and his end of the ores and diamonds. He knew of a rare wooden intersection of an Autumn forest, a jungle, and an oak forest. He always loved nature. The Heir decided to stay where his roots were. Since he was the first one to enter this world, I thought it poetic. He wanted to be the "bed-maker" as we had called him: shepherd and welcomer was his true purpose. He was always a people person.
I, being the zealot I was, took my cut of the spoils from the cave and took my flax seeds and bone meal. I set off to the southeastern desert to pull an "Israel". I found that my journey left me with nothing but snow and hills to surround the desert I was stranded in. But I thought of a plan and a project that could most definitely put my name in the legends of this world. For every piece of sand, there was now a piece of dirt. I had gone through an unnumeral amount of shovels and picks for pesky sandstone, but I did it.
With the many stacks of cobblestone I had, I laid down the foundation for my castle. We had all agreed one night that odd numbers were an architect's best friend, so we came up with builders' chunks: 15x15 square for building massive structures. These were our building blocks. It was our leisure to decide how many of these chunks we were going to use. Mainly for discussion purposes. The Dane had told us he wasn't going to use them. He wasn't much of a builder. The Dane only wanted to populate the world with more people.
On Day 57, I went to the Heir for trade and found him to be nowhere. I noticed a massive shadow where our houses used to be and I looked up. As the feat of terraforming a desert was for me, the Heir had made a floating island. He threw down his waterfall for me to climb. The ground sounded hollow but I paid no mind to it. He was handy with his saw and gold for he made a set of towers and walls for his newcomers. He had chests filled with beds and somehow got his flocks on the island. I traded him cactus and ores for a few diamonds and bonemeal and went on my way.
I lost count of days at about 108 or so. I had my castle and machines. Compressors, macerators, and even a small peat bog to help me power my farm machines. I had not heard from the Dane, even when he was in the world. The Heir told me he was being driven bee crazy. The Atlas had found his ocean and made his city. Stone bricks and plenty of glowstone. I told him it might sink from the weight I had my machines and even had a few booze barrels made as my private stache. I had a few drinks but blacked-out for a few days.
The morning I remember, I was in front of some open aired facility with stone frame machines and two iron and glass tower filled with water. I had no idea what it was, but I vined and jungle tree'ed the place until it could not be recognized I had to make sure I was not trespassing into the Dane's side of the world. The Atlas and the Heir told me his bee were very dangerous. I had passed up what seemed to be a frame machine but had already been vined. It had solar panels on the sides and a glass line across the entire structure. I made sure I did not have any valuables and fell from a jungle tree to get home for I did not know my way around these woods.
The day we shared our world with more people, the more alive the world seemed. The Heir deemed the world HeirCRaft, after himself of course. The first people were kind but a little pestering with questions as to how to start off and which of our factions to join. The Heir and I agreed on one thing that all people have, free will. It was, after all, their choice to be recruited to join our world.
Years past and we held many great people. I had workers for my castle and even a trusty general. The Heir had his counsel to help him monitor the world safely and securely. The Atlas found a love for aura and opened up a magic academy for newcomers to learn the arts. The Dane had his bee village and many people loved the beauty of its natural majesty. It was a time of joy. We held off the Pumpkin Horde from the latest Halloween event and we endured the Heir's mischief with the Christmas invasion of snowmen at my castle. Indeed it was the most cheerful time in HeirCRaft. For I always knew that it was merely a beginning of time before whatever those facilities were, activated for a purpose that would most likely end this joyous time.
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Day one started as always: the four of us punching wood and sheep for houses and beds, and then the night spent killing the hordes of the undead and arachnids of terror. I, of course, was more of the miner, so I took it upon myself to get the cobble, dirt, and what ever other ores and minerals I could find. I stumbled upon the first cave with hardly any supplies on me but a pick and torches. It was too early in the Genesis for food. Luckily, the Heir tossed me down some fresh bacon from a hunt. I ate my fill and lit up the dark mass to find iron. So..much.. IRON! The Dane had been cooking up charcoal for several hours now and we had just enough to smelt all the iron. With the shining bricks we had, we made new furnaces, tools and even armor to combat the dreads of night and day. The Atlas had gone off on his journey to find his more permanent home. He always was the more secretive one.
Our trio had begun to dig into the bowels of the earth to find redstone, diamonds and possibly gold if our timing was good. We had food, beds, and weapons to last us a few days. However, I was the more cautious one. I had packed a small canvas bag to make sure we had everything we needed. Four days had passed.
We emerged from the cave scarred and bruised and burnt, but we had so much ore. I made five more bags for my companions so that all of us could part ways to build this world into our own. I gave the the Dane all of his charcoal and wood saplings and his end of the ores and diamonds. He knew of a rare wooden intersection of an Autumn forest, a jungle, and an oak forest. He always loved nature. The Heir decided to stay where his roots were. Since he was the first one to enter this world, I thought it poetic. He wanted to be the "bed-maker" as we had called him: shepherd and welcomer was his true purpose. He was always a people person.
I, being the zealot I was, took my cut of the spoils from the cave and took my flax seeds and bone meal. I set off to the southeastern desert to pull an "Israel". I found that my journey left me with nothing but snow and hills to surround the desert I was stranded in. But I thought of a plan and a project that could most definitely put my name in the legends of this world. For every piece of sand, there was now a piece of dirt. I had gone through an unnumeral amount of shovels and picks for pesky sandstone, but I did it.
With the many stacks of cobblestone I had, I laid down the foundation for my castle. We had all agreed one night that odd numbers were an architect's best friend, so we came up with builders' chunks: 15x15 square for building massive structures. These were our building blocks. It was our leisure to decide how many of these chunks we were going to use. Mainly for discussion purposes. The Dane had told us he wasn't going to use them. He wasn't much of a builder. The Dane only wanted to populate the world with more people.
On Day 57, I went to the Heir for trade and found him to be nowhere. I noticed a massive shadow where our houses used to be and I looked up. As the feat of terraforming a desert was for me, the Heir had made a floating island. He threw down his waterfall for me to climb. The ground sounded hollow but I paid no mind to it. He was handy with his saw and gold for he made a set of towers and walls for his newcomers. He had chests filled with beds and somehow got his flocks on the island. I traded him cactus and ores for a few diamonds and bonemeal and went on my way.
I lost count of days at about 108 or so. I had my castle and machines. Compressors, macerators, and even a small peat bog to help me power my farm machines. I had not heard from the Dane, even when he was in the world. The Heir told me he was being driven bee crazy. The Atlas had found his ocean and made his city. Stone bricks and plenty of glowstone. I told him it might sink from the weight I had my machines and even had a few booze barrels made as my private stache. I had a few drinks but blacked-out for a few days.
The morning I remember, I was in front of some open aired facility with stone frame machines and two iron and glass tower filled with water. I had no idea what it was, but I vined and jungle tree'ed the place until it could not be recognized I had to make sure I was not trespassing into the Dane's side of the world. The Atlas and the Heir told me his bee were very dangerous. I had passed up what seemed to be a frame machine but had already been vined. It had solar panels on the sides and a glass line across the entire structure. I made sure I did not have any valuables and fell from a jungle tree to get home for I did not know my way around these woods.
The day we shared our world with more people, the more alive the world seemed. The Heir deemed the world HeirCRaft, after himself of course. The first people were kind but a little pestering with questions as to how to start off and which of our factions to join. The Heir and I agreed on one thing that all people have, free will. It was, after all, their choice to be recruited to join our world.
Years past and we held many great people. I had workers for my castle and even a trusty general. The Heir had his counsel to help him monitor the world safely and securely. The Atlas found a love for aura and opened up a magic academy for newcomers to learn the arts. The Dane had his bee village and many people loved the beauty of its natural majesty. It was a time of joy. We held off the Pumpkin Horde from the latest Halloween event and we endured the Heir's mischief with the Christmas invasion of snowmen at my castle. Indeed it was the most cheerful time in HeirCRaft. For I always knew that it was merely a beginning of time before whatever those facilities were, activated for a purpose that would most likely end this joyous time.
I hope to one day make this server a reality. Share and Enjoy