We have about 10 active players right now lol

I am in charge of the "advertising", so it may seem like it is only me.

Plus we have about 6 allied factions.

@_Haxington_ We have about 10 active players right now lol

I am in charge of the "advertising", so it may seem like it is only me.

Plus we have about 6 allied factions.

I don't think allied factions matter much. For instance, We're allied yet that means little other than seeming bragging rights.

In the beginning there was darkness. Our species slowly crawled out of the ocean's depths, painfully inching our way up the food chain. For thousands of years our early ancestors waged war upon each other for the great land we now call home. Only during the somber peace of near extinction did we notice the power that laid beyond the realm of sight. There was something surrounding us, an energy that bonded all life together. Many of us began to feel this grand Aura, and harness it's power. First we would focus Aura into our tools to make them stronger, and later on we began to imbue ourselves with it's might. While our species as a whole was growing stronger by taking in this new found force, there were a few who's power grew far beyond that of their peers, and became known as Gods. With their incredible power they could create land from nothing and destroy entire armies of normal men. Recognizing their power, many people pledged themselves to the Gods for protection and after years of tension a new great war broke out to determine which God would rule the world. In the end the land was left in ruins. A single Goddess was left to rule over the fallen world along with the broken men and women who walked it's surface. Her rule was cruel. She often spent her days forcing the remnants of humanity to slave away building monuments in her honor, laughing at the pleas of her subjects for food, and slaying anyone who dared try to tap into the Aura to oppose her. Then one day, seemingly out of nowhere came another God named Craftos. He called out to the Goddess claiming he was here to free humanity from her tyranny. They fought in a long and epic battle and on the third day of fighting Craftos proved victorious, however he was mortally wounded. With his last bit of energy he reached out and healed the land. With his dying words he asked the remaining humans to never again seek Godly power, for it would only ensure their destruction. As the world reformed, curves became lines, mounds of dirt turned to cubes, and Minecraft was born. The spirit of Craftos survived and was reincarnated and resides within the one known as CraftyMyner, and CraftyMynes is his kindom. The Kingdom of the Fallen God.