July 12
"Why is there a grapefruit in my shoe?" The shopkeeper yelled. Sofia giggled as she dropped a lemon into the mans boots sitting by the door. She then slyly left the shop into a the bustling crowd of people going out about their days, unbeknownst to them that a crime of the citrus variety had been committed not 15 feet away.
July 14
When the last of the fruit from the previous years harvest is nearly gone, it is tradition to give the very last fruit to a child who has yet to try the fruit in question.
July 13
When a new citrus trading partner is established, the Kisaevin people traditionally use the first shipment of fruits from the foreign nation to throw a citrus festival featuring thousands of deserts and pastries made with the new fruit. The parties go on into the early morning and the next day the entire island stays closed so every party-goer has a chance to sleep off their carb-filled hangover.
Perihelion: "Can you use black dye instead of ink sacs for book and quills"
Ioka: "No."
Perihelion: Incomprehensible moaning
What motivates me to build and write lore? Nothing really. I like making farms and a few buildings but I just don't have the building drive I did previously. That being said, what I realize this go-around is that we are much less Minecraft-focused (as hard as it is to believe), we are much broader community then we used to be. It's not just Minecraft anymore and I think that is part of the reason many of us don't feel the insistent need to build and write lore all the time. The feeling of belonging to the community feels much less tied to Minecraft then it ever did previously, so why stress so much about constantly trying to pump out new and creative ideas? So what drives me? You guys do. While my efforts may not spent on building as much as other people, I put my efforts elsewhere and I think that is just as important as the in-game aspects, if not more important. I think a lot of folks are here because of the community and Minecraft is almost secondary, but many others are here with MC being the primary focus and that difference of perspective is okay. So just because a player isn't writing lore or building, it doesn't mean they're not driven to participate in the community.
July 9
The people of Kisaevin love citrus and berries so they use them in a lot of their cooking (blueberry muffins, fruit teas, dried berries, berry sauces, etc.) Because of their love for all things fruity and tart, they're much more willing to trade with our nation's if the trading partner offers them some sort of fruit-based pastry or food (enough for the whole town of course).
July 10
The entrance to the harbour is naturally protected by the shape of the islands and multiple water temples at the mouth of the harbour. The Kisaevin people know they're protected by something in the water but no one is brave enough to swim down and see what it is.
The home filled with a high-pitched scream as steam shot out of the kettle perched atop a rusted wire frame; a familiar sound in the Vingerfeld household. As Gillezeau poured the bubbling water over a pile of cold tea leaves, he watched the town wake up outside his window. The jingle of a small bell rang as the shop keeper across the way opened his door for the day, propping it open to let the cool sea air draw in the scent of freshly baked pastries from the bakery adjacent. Gillezeau took a sip from his cup and drew in a deep breath, fully embracing the complex aromas within; it was a special blend made with a particularly for him- a mix he liked dearly.
A knock at the door broke the calmness of the rising sun. “Good morning, Mr. Vingerfeld, is Stephane available?”
Gillezeau turned to shout up the stairwell. Stephane didn’t even wait for his father to finish the sentence before he barreled down the stairwell and out the door. He already knew what his friend wanted to do- ride their horses until the sun set behind the mountain across the inlet.
The two boys chased after one another as they stumbled through the town square, kicking at the weeds in the ground and belting pleasantries at the people they sprinted by. They ran up the front stairs of the bakery and greeted the man behind the counter. “Well isn’t it just wonderful to see you two this morning! What can I get you two this fine morning?” He asked rhetorically as he produced two muffins and accompanying cups of water. “I made these especially for you, blueberry citrus. I picked the berries myself this morning.”
They picked up the muffins and cups, stuffing their faces. They incoherently thanked the man and turned to run out the door. As they continued down the road towards the stables Stephane stopped and picked up a rock. “What did you find there?” His friend asked. Stephane didn’t respond, he slowly turned towards the water and threw it in. The rock made as disappointingly small splash. He turned back towards the stables and slapped his friend on the arm. “You’re it!” Stephane yelled, as he took off down the road. When they got the building, they could hear their horses waking up. Grabbing his saddle Stephane went to greet his trusty four-legged friend. “Good morning, Cherro.” The horse exhaled and drooled a bit in acknowledgement. Stephane tossed the saddle over the horses back and reached for the leather straps, tying them neatly together, just as his father had taught him years before. The two boys climbed up onto their steads and rode out of the yard towards a meadow on the edge of town. They let their horses graze for a few minutes as they chatted about where they were going to ride that day. Shortly after, they began riding out of sight of the town, towards a small stream. Stephane shouted to his friend as they rode, “let’s catch fish for lunch!” His friend laughed, knowing they never were successful in their mealtime endeavors.
The sun rose over the hillside and cast a light westward across the sleepy town, complete silence with the exception of a grunt followed by the sound of a wagon wheel moving slowly down the road. The man wrestled his cart along the dirt road and up onto the docks near the town square, settling into the space reserved for only the earliest risers; one that would guarantee a profitable morning. He sat on his stool next to the cart, patiently waiting for his first customers of the day- a ritual he had practiced many times before.
As the morning raced forward, the town awoke. Smoke billowed from the chimneys and the aroma of fresh bread filled the square. As the man was sitting, grinning ear-to-ear at the success of his early morning decision, he noticed a ship in the distance sailing directly towards the town. As the vessel got closer, he could see the flag of purple and white, a ship from Domoutso was arriving. A crowd started to gather on the docks as the ship grew closer, whispers of anticipation could be heard as the harbor master walked out onto the edge of dock to get a better look at the ship. The crowd fell silent as a flag could be seen rising on the mast, white and blue checkboard. Cheering erupted from the crowd as the ship came into the dock; the flag could only mean one thing- a shipment of citrus from a nearby neighbor.
In an instant, the town began plan for a celebration, the bakers began their prep and the butchers ran back to their shops. A festival of great indulgence was about to be had and the fruits were the star of the show. As the day drew on, the ship was unloaded, and the town prepared for the evening. A feast of fish dishes was to be held with an incredible variety of pastries and cakes all of course featuring the new fruit. The sailors onboard were invited to the festivities and everyone in the town sang and drank and ate until the early morning, at which time the man and his cart opened for business for another day.
I am voting no, it’s obvious you have no real intention of sticking around in any real capacity.
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K, so here's the shit to make your Minecraft mods work with 1.18.1. We're gonna be updating to 1.18.1 shortly so get yo' shit figured out before hand so I don't need to provide tech support at 3AM. And with that, please enjoy my wonderful guide (with pictures) on installing the mods.
INSTALL FABRIC MC
Link: HERE
Remove all the mods from your .minecraft/mods/ folder. EXCEPT THE FOLDERS. KEEP YOUR "mamiyaotaru" FOLDER (That is VoxelMap data)
Select your version (likely the universal installer)
Run the JAR that you downloaded and follow the prompts - press Install
Close Minecraft and the launcher if it's open and restart it, select your new Fabric 1.18.1 profile from the menu
Download and drag all the JARs from my mod pack into your mods folder, this includes known-working versions of: Optifine, VoxelMap, Litematica, Lightlevel Overlay + the required support mods (Check out Discord for that HAWT link)
Start Minecraft and play :)))
TEXTURE PACKS
John Smith Legacy (non-Candarion flavour): LINK
I don't remember the name of the other popular one so just fight over it in Discord.
Hi folks! After much deliberation, discussion and procrastination, we have a plan for the 1.18 update.
Partial Reset
The 1.18 update will introduce a partial (selective) map reset of the over world survival map, this will be done according to the (tentative) map below.
What I need from you
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, review the map and REPLY IN THIS THREAD (not in Discord) any changes you would like to see (preferably with a picture).
Make your suggestions and grievances known BEFORE Saturday, January 22, 2022. That is what I am making the cut-off for changes so we can move ahead with the update.
Current suggested map (Red areas will be reset and allowed to generate using 1.18 terrain generation): Map link
