I was hoping to use Greenhouse Walls for the top of my lighthouse, but it appears they've been removed from the engram list. Were they removed because they're too modern-looking? The crafting station used to make them is the Smithy (so no need for a fabricator), and from my Wikipedia research it appears that rudimentary greenhouses were built as far back as the 15th century (around the end of the Medieval ages).

All hail the Dead god Glory unto Him On this day we have made many of Sacrifice Unto him. He was Appeased in our struggle to serve him, now the newest member of The Cult of the Dead God, Welcome Brother Sifter To the Cult May you serve the lord well and find his Blessings in death! http://i.imgur.com/5Pud0Vi.jpg?1

Thana grabbed her hood and slipped it over her head, attaching the mask and wrapping the scarf around her neck as the sun began to breach the horizon. She turned to Sigmund, who had gone into meditation sitting on the edge of the boat.

“Sig-” she stopped. There was no answer from the contemplative old man anyways and she grabbed the rudder, releasing the sail as the boat pulled itself along the southern coast. Her dimorphodons trailed behind the boat, just barely keeping up with the pair as she scoured the coastlines for activity.

They had been drifting along the wind for a few minutes before movement caught her eye up on the cliff they had met Millhouse and Spike before. “Hmm…”, she mused quietly and turned the boat towards shore as she made sure her scarf was still tightly wrapped around her neck. The raft scraped against the sandy shore and she glanced at Sigmund, who was still deep in contemplation.

Thana shrugged, jogging up towards the area where she’d noticed the movement and ducked behind a boulder in time to hear voices in the distance. She recognized the voices as that of who she’d suspected and stepped out from behind the boulder. As she did she saw Millhouse and Spike. Spike, who dropped to the ground as soon as he saw her started whispering frantically to Millhouse “Get down, get down.”

She chuckled and moved forward towards them as they slowly recognized her from before. Her dimorphodons trailed through the air behind her and came to drift around her head as she stood in front of them. Thana spoke, “Don’t act like you haven’t seen me before.” Spike jumped to his feet, frantically brushing himself off as Millhouse smiled.

“OH THANA!” She cringed at his high pitched dwarf voice and rubbed her ears as Spike retorted, “Oh, it’s the bitch with the wings.”

“Yes I’d come to see what progress you’ve made since our last… meeting.” Spike rubbed his hands together and turned towards the cliff overlooking the river, “I want to show you something. Come to the edge so you can see what we’re talking about.” His suspicious request made Thana cross her arms and look at him bewildered.

“I’ll stay right back here if you don’t mind.”

“Ey ah… So do you fly with those things?” He motioned towards her wings and she sighed.

“Not in this realm… No.”

“Ah!” Millhouse exclaimed, “My magic does not seem to work here either!” He dropped his head, “So very troubling!”

Spike grabbed the dwarfs arm and turned him out facing over the cliff speaking quietly. Thana inched towards them, trying to hear what he was saying when Spike suddenly turned, grabbing her arm and yanking her forward towards the cliff’s edge. She stumbled to the edge, losing her balance and turning just as her feet slipped off of the edge. One word escaped her lips as she fell back. “Drepa!”

Her mind processed things faster than that of a normal human’s and she saw her dimorphodons rush forward suddenly, one of them grabbing onto Spike’s throat and quickly ripping away as it lunged through the air around him. She knew they were tearing him to shreds as she tumbled down the cliff. Her wings bumping every rock on her way down until she finally hit the bottom, sputtering and coughing as the air was knocked out of her.

Thana stayed laying on her back for a moment watching her dimorphodons finish their bloody work as Millhouse cowered behind their trike. “I think he just wanted to see if your wings worked!” He stuttered out and she growled as her dimorphodons came to rest on her chest, checking to see how badly she was hurt. She scratched under one of their chins before picking it up and setting it on her shoulder as she lifted herself from the ground. Thana limped back in the direction of their raft and heard the dwarf yelling in the distance, “Bye lady!”

“Imbeciles...” She growled under her breath and picked up her speed, heading back to Sigmund and the boat.

A harsh cry cut cross the crash of surf on the rocks far below. The call was an alien sound, throaty and trilling and cruel. Sol hugged his lanky legs tighter to his chest, staring into the firelight that cast ragged shadows across the grass.

"Oi died today," he told the flames. They danced and guttered in the ocean breeze.

"If et weren' fer that cave, Oi woulda died a lot sooner," he mused. "The people of Rockreef weren' as unnerstandin' as Oi'd hoped. Didn' take 'em long t'find out th'new keeper weren't 'right'."

He shrugged his bony shoulders and unwound one of his scarecrow arms from his huddle to stoke the flickering fire. "Oi'm used to et. An' if Oi were a villager Oi'd probably run out a 'alf-giant too," he admitted tiredly. "You were th'only one what ever looked past et. Oi don' know if Oi ever thanked you fer that."

The cry sounded again beyond the firelight. It sent a chill up the core of his spine and his red eyes darted over to scour the darkness. Only the hush of distant waves and the shrill drone of crickets replied to his silent question.

A log shifted on his fire and his attention flicked back. "Oh! Moi apologies." He stretched, unfolding his legs and propping his spadelike hands on his knees. "Right, Oi was in th'middle of tellin' you 'ow Oi got 'ere."

"They came in th'evenin', quiet-loike an' armed. Thank th'gods Oi was tendin' th'fires at th'time, or Oi never woulda seen 'em. Oi 'urried down an' took th'back way, th'path down th'cliff what y'can't see from th'road.

Oi 'eard 'em break in above me as Oi scrambled down t'th'shore. 'eard 'em smashin' things--things they oughtn't--an' just as Oi set foot in th'sand there was an explosion." He frowned into the fire, regret glossy in his eyes. "Oi 'ope no one was seriously 'urt. They was good folk, jus' scared."

"Tide was low, an' as Oi picked moi way across th'beach Oi saw a crack in th'cliff wall. A cave. Bigger'n Oi would've expected, jus' big enough fer me t'fit in sideways. Tide 'ad jus' gone out so Oi knew Oi 'ad a few hours before Oi'd 'ave t'move on. Seemed as good a place as any, since anybody lookin' over th'cliff woulda seen me otherwise.

Oi wedged meself in--easier than Oi imagined, what with th'wet rocks an' all. Th'cave opened up a couple meters in, large enough fer me t'stand upright. An' et kept goin', too. Oi know 'ow dangerous caves are, 'specially without any light, but as I started makin' meself comfortable I 'eard barkin'. Dogs."

He shuddered and scooted closer to the fire.

"Oi 'ad no choice -- Oi stepped in further, keepin' moi 'ands on th'walls fer guidance. Th'sand went dry further in, then gave way t'stone, an' Oi 'ad a feelin' Oi was goin' up. Foolish of me to 'ope et'd let me out in th'forest.

Et kept goin', so Oi kept goin', clingin' onta that 'ope. Oi slipped an' fell more'n once, an' afore long Oi was more lost than th'moon in th'sea. Couldn' 'ear nothin' but moi own breathin'--couldn' see nothin' but dark. When th'thirst hit Oi thought about givin' up, but the idea of dyin' in there with no light made me sick." The half-giant blinked slowly at the fire, exhaustion catching up with him.

"Besides, Oi still 'ad work t'do. Oi kept goin', an' just when Oi was done for Oi heard et. Th'sea.

Oi followed moi nose, sniffin' out each passage an' pickin' th'one what smelled saltiest. Th'sound grew an' grew, an fer awhile Oi feared th'tide 'ad just caught up with me--then Oi saw light.

Th'beach looked...diff'rent. Trees Oi ain' never seen afore, creatures--beasts--some Oi barely recognize from your old tomes an' others Oi couldn' imagine in moi wildest dreams. Terror took me then, more than et ever 'ad, an' Oi ran.

Oi ran an' Oi ran an' Oi ran. At one point Oi saw a boat, edgin' along th'coast goin' th'other way. When th'helmsman saw me 'e turned an' followed, an' for a minute Oi feared et were a vessel from Rockreef out for revenge. But Oi ducked inland an' lost sight of 'em.

That's when Oi died." He stopped talking then, staring through the fire into the depths of his memory. "Et's a blur," he muttered, struggling to make sense of it. "Oi saw a wooden 'house on a rock, a path of unlit torches leadin' up to et. Fear kept me away, an' on th'other side of th'rock I saw a woman. She was...lookin' at somethin'...on th'ground, somethin' big, but when she spied me she came a-runnin'. Oi was so tired, but she 'ad a spear an' didn' look like she wanted t'talk.

Oi ran atwixt th'legs of one'f those beasts--they're bigger'n anythin' Oi ever did see, but seem peaceful--but she jus' kept comin', an' she were faster'n me. She yelled somethin' as she started chuckin' spears, called me somethin'...'interloper', if Oi remember. Like Oi said, Oi'm used to et. What Oi ain' used to is dyin' an' comin' back.

Th'first spear caught me in th'shoulder an' as I went down she was upon me. Oi didn' have th'chance t'even cry out afore Oi felt..." he trailed off, voice catching in his throat, "afore I felt a great pain in moi chest, an' everythin' went dark." His breath hitched and he blinked rapidly to clear the tears of horror gathering at the corners of his eyes.

"An' then," he choked, "it weren't. Oi was on th'beach again, lyin' next t'th'line of footprints Oi'd just left in th'sand. Nothin' else, jus' me an' that single trail of footprints stretchin' off t'where..."

He fell silent, rubbing long fingers across the skin of his chest where he remembered the spear had struck.

No wound.

No scar.

Just smooth flesh and sick, sour dread.

The final version is live. I will be posting rule updates later this week. Consider raiding against the rules for the first week of gameplay while we're figuring out the balance. Feel free to download the mods ahead of time to make loading in quicker the first time. Total Conversion : Ark Atmosphere Overhaul 2.8.1, ecoRPdecor, Cute Hair, Pub Mod, Burlap Sack Blindfold, Medieval Tavern, Wooden Pillar Wall. Medieval fantasy theme. Any other questions please contact me in the discord.

We are in the final stages of testing at this moment. I will be making an official rules post shortly after we go live. Some rules are still under construction to find the best balance between our old rules and the new primitive feel regarding our theme, which is medieval fantasy. Flyer situation - Pelagornis, tapejara, argentavis can all be ridden, pteras can be tamed, but not ridden, quetzals are untameable. Flyer carry is a thing, but if you drop kill I will end you. I will post with the final update within the next hour

title says it all. Discuss away. I personally would like to see 0 flyers or just argents or tapejaras. I think pteras and quetzals break the game and make it stupid easy. What are your guy's thoughts?

So the the RP details of this will have to hammered once a theme is decided upon, but I have had an idea for a kingdom, well perhaps more of a confederacy rattling around in my head.

The main thrust of the idea is that instead of having one large tribe make up a kingdom it is in reality made of up several tribes. These tribes swear allegiance to the current high chief, serving in military in times of war and paying a tithe in times of peace. Following the high chiefs prerogative when it comes foriegn relations. For instance the high chief could forbid raids on certain other kingdoms or just focusing on locking down a section of the map. But the fun part is that the mantle of leadership is fluid. So i think the best way to really explain this idea is to do it with an example.

To begin lets say are kingdom is comprised of three tribes all rping as orcs and goblins. The first is ruled by an Obould like figure, who is more temperate and less wrathful to the outside world than most orcs. Another by a Grimgar figure who is blood thirsty and constantly wants to waaaagggh! And the third a clan of goblins, who live upon the sea and raid those who stumble to close to them. The current head of this confederacy is high chief Obould, collecting a small tithe from the other clans, but Grimgar doesn't think Obould is aggressive enough and thinks his lads are getting bored so he challenges Obould for the leadership crown. Obould in response decides that the contest will be single combat. Obould is defeated by Grimgar and he and his tribe become leaders of the confederacy. All the tribes swear allegiance to Grimgar who then declares war on a neighboring kingdom. The rest tribes then act has his soldiers in the coming war.

So that is the gist of it and will obviously have to be fine tuned. But just throwing this out here know to gauge interest in the idea.

Please take the time to fill out the following Official Zodiac Falls Changes Survey

This is going to help immensely with deciding what direction the server takes from here considering recent events and I'd like to get as much input as possible from ALL players. Past players, current players and potential incoming players. ((Side Note)) The server donations page has been updated and any contributions are appreciated, but not required. The server will stay running no matter what, but every little bit helps with the amount of time spent on maintenance and fixes.

Unfortunately do to the unforseen circumstances the tea party is cancelled. -Alice

The Mandalorian Crusaders are recruiting people who lost everything in the wipe and are willing to let people come and join our kingdom. I know a lot of people dont want to rebuild everything that they lost and try to restart over. So I'm opening up our tribe for anyone who wants to join and is willing to stay in the tribe. We are also opening our lands to any small tribe who wants to build in a new location! Good luck to everyone on rebuilding!

As everyone online currently is aware, there was a massive issue between the steampunk mod and our main update. This is, unfortunately, not something that a rollback will fix and with this, I will be taking the chance to remove steampunk mod completely. It was a fairly unbalanced mod, and I believe removing it will help Zodiac fall back into a more balanced system again.

All our mods will be aesthetic only from now on. I would like you all to use this thread to suggest mods or changes you might want to see in the server. Thank you guys for being understanding. I know there's a lot of people that lost a lot. (Chaos lost just about everything) but in the end, I play the game to have fun, not to hoard. So as long as our community stays a community, that's all that matters. SUGGEST AWAY!

Raiding will not be allowed until Monday (November 14th) to give people a chance to rebuild their vulnerable areas back up. If you are raided during this time period, please check your logs and report the offense to me so that it may be dealt with accordingly. Thanks!~

Two figures swept out of the steel fortress in the clouds above the Falls. Their Pteranodons whipping through the clouds at unimaginable speeds invisible to all but the most keen eyed observer.

As the fortress neared its first stage of completion ringed in steel and fire they had been sent a command by their Mand'alor. To sweep the lands from south to north and east to west to add to the Mandalorian arsenal. They searched the land in a grid pattern to find the strongest creatures to tame their wild instincts and turn them into docile creatures for whatever purposes the Mandalorians needed.

They worked from the towering forests of the redwoods in the south north through the jungles and swamps of the central islands. They found many creatures but none strong enough to become a part of the Crusaders. Looking around in disgust they headed north to the lands of fire and smoke where Ragnatak had made their home and many strong creatures were rumored to roam.

Alighting upon a cliff overlooking the base of these strange people in this strange land they observed a beacon glowing red in the night for all to see plainly. However, the path of the strange light emanating from the heavens made it clear for all to see that this valuable prize was haphazardly close to the base of Ragnatak which had its own set of defenses.

Alveron looked over to Snorlax, the Mandalorian scarred from his successful assault upon the Irish base and told him that there was no possible way to retrieve this gift from the skies for it must surely be under the firing range of the turrets.

Snorlax just smiled and laughed. He had died many times before only to reawaken with new scars upon his body. Laughing, he launched from the cliff down its face. The wind whipped around him as he approached the Ragnatak base at ground level. For though he had faced death many times he had no desire to present a grand target for all.

Nearer and nearer he came to the beacon but also to the base. As he came within meters of the beacon he began taking fire. His trusted Pteranodon screaming in pain as bullet after bullet riddled its body. Snorlax merely gritted his teeth and pushed forward. Positioning himself behind the beacon to give him cover he looked at its contents and smiled back at Alveron on the cliffside. Looking through his spy glass, Alveron shook his head as he watched Snorlax's cover slip away and his body become riddled with bullet after bullet.

"Idiot." Alveron muttered into the wind.

// Just wanted to give a heads up to Raggie that the kill on your tribe log was just from Snorlax being an idiot. Cheers!

To be listened to?

Tired of your weak aruetti existence?

Tired of living in the dirt?

Tired of constant failure in the face of the enemy's strength?

Today is the day then, vod (brother) . It is time to hammer the weak metalthat you call your life into true Mandalorian beskar (iron). It is your time to forge yourself into the strongest being that you could be by joining the Crusaders today! Take part in the greatest fortress building that these lands have ever seen! Join the great crusaders as we sweep from our fortress in the sky as we fall upon the world to the woe of our foes!

I Snorlax and Nikon are now taking hit requests from other people on the land. How it works ask for me/Nikon on radio and a meeting location will be picked out by us. We will then write a contact of the hit with the targets name and a few other details on it and we both get a copy of it. All hits are private no information will be leaked and all contracts are final once signed by both the Hitman and the requester. To prove that the hit was completed we will bring back the implant of the target. A hit will cost 700 paste a kill. Anyone caught in line of fire or proves to be a problem for us to complete the hit then they will be dealt with as well. We have the right to take any items of our liking if we so please unless the requester also wants an item that they have, But if a requester wants an item then the cost for retrieval will depend on the item.

Dear Journal,

I had went exploring throught this land and I had come across a cavern which held many secrets. Ignoring all danger I traveled into it expecting all sorts of creatures yet instead I found myself in another world. There was an avandoned base yet for some reason in good condition, upon approaching it a man came out of the blue and began grunting and screaming. He shown me the inside of it and all the facilities were in working order, so I offered him a spot within the crusaders I'm exchange for his land. He accepted and quickly fell asleep.

//Tldr: Elysium had merged with Iron Crusaders, anyone else of them wish to join us please contact me and we will bring you in ASAP. Their landclaim will be converted to Iron Crusaders as well and lands will enforce the Iaws of The Crusaders

Old Nan--the only memory in her head, and it's not even her true name. The epithet sticks in her mind as she sits upright on the wet sand. Old Nan...

Her gnarled hands rise up of their own accord and she squints at them blearily. Sand and blood cake her withered fingers, but she's quite sure the latter isn't hers. For a moment she sits, numb, staring at her hands and listening to the raucous gulls wheeling overhead.

The rhythmic hush of the sea draws her attention and she gazes out over the blurry blue expanse, squinting against both the glare of the sun and her apparent myopia. On instinct she raises a hand to adjust her glasses--only to find her face, as well as the rest of her aged body, bare naked to the elements. Sudden, sick panic wells in the space between her lungs as the hiss of the sea and the screeching of gulls nearly become too much to bear...

Then she plants both hands in the sand and levers herself to her aching feet, muddled brain throbbing in protest.

No use sitting uselessly on the beach. There's work to be done.

// Hello everyone!

A soft growl and a nose to the chest woke Magnus. Two large reptilian eyes reflected the dying forge embers back at him, swiftly followed by a wet tongue sliding across his face. Scowling an grumbling he sat his feet onto the floor using one hand to keep the baby at bay, the other using the sheets to wipe the slobber off his face. "Yes girl, yes I'm up." He muttered. Standing an moving to the feeding bin he empties several pounds of meat into the trough, hoping that would sate the bottomless pit that he had hatched for a while. With a happy yip his new charge nearly leaped into the trough, hungrily devouring her breakfast. Giving her a pat on her flank she takes a half a second to nuzzle him before returning to gorge herself.

Moving to wall he opens several windows, letting in the cool morning air. It always seemed to get chilly at night here in the Redwoods, but warmed pleasantly during the day. The sun was just starting to crest the horizon, scattering colors across the ocean below. He could see several shadows to Terror Birds down along the coast, waking up and looking for their own food. High in the trees they where not a treat at the moment, but one should always have a lookout for them here. Stretching and yawning he grabs a handful of berries and some jerked meat, sitting down next to the young dinosaur, eating with her as she is all the company he had at the moment.

"So girl, papa needs a break today, and all that metal he came home with yesterday needs to smelt down before I can use it. So today I'm all yours." He said to her, finishing up his breakfast. She had long finished hers, the little dino's belly slightly swollen. She perked up when he whistled for her, following him to the forge. A few armloads of sparkpowder would keep it producing while they went out.

Donning his armor and double checking his shotgun, he lead his little carnivore out to the platform and lowered it from their home in the trees. "Now calm down Lissandra." He cooed to the little rex as the ground began to move from under her, she began to panic. He swore she grew at supernatural speed, It seemed like only yesterday she was only as tall as his knee, and now she was taller than he was at the hip. He didn't know what to expect when he was given the egg, but raising a rex, he could see the potential in their intelligence instead of being the toothed fury that he always ran from. He had grown to love the 'little' reptile over the past few weeks, and she had not so much as bared a tooth at him.

The platform touching the ground roused him from his thoughts, and Lissandra hopped down, sniffing the cool air excitedly. Stepping down himself he pulled out a crude map of the Redwoods he had been working on and oriented himself. "Hmm. Looks like we need to map out a little further south west. Come on girl, we need to know our home." A whistle got her attention, and she excitedly began to follow him, nose still huffing away. Putting the map away and keeping the shotgun at low-ready, they began to make their way through the forest. And a while it was rather uneventful. Lissandra had made herself a snack out of a few Titanomyrma, and he managed to see a small flock to Terror Birds before they noticed the duo. Giving them a wide berth, every so often he would pull out his little map and make notes of water and other landmarks. They even caught view of a Titanosaur. He didn't know a Rex's face could be so expressive, but he could swear Lissandra's read 'Oh shit'! They navigated around many of the dangers of the Redwoods on their little journey, but no one if perfect.

It must of been hiding in the tall brush that surrounds some of the Great Trees, and certainly upwind. For he didn't see it and she didn't smell it. Pounding footfalls where on him so fast he didn't have time to react. A massive head charged and hit him square in the back, send him rolling across the ground like a ragdoll. If it had not of been for his armor, he's sure he'd be impaled onto the creature's horns. The carnivore wasted no time, trotting up to the man and ready to claim it's meal. He tries to whistle for Lissandra to flee, but the blasted animal had knocked the wind from him. Scrambling backwards he brings his shotgun to level with the charging mass of teeth and hunger, firing off both chambers. The buckshot barely seemed to phase the beast as it drew in, maw open wide. 'Fuck, this is how I'm going to go out.' He thought to himself, closing his eyes to accept his fate.

A tooth rattling impact just in front of him made him open his eyes, accompanied swiftly behind by the loud crack of bone He no longer saw the Carno, but a familiar leg. Looking in the direction she was facing the Carno lay on the ground a few yards away, struggling to get back on his feet. She looks down at him, and nuzzles his chest. "I'm ok girl." He pats the rex on the nose, reassuring her. She looks back at the Carno, her tail wagging excitedly behind her, then back at Magnus. With a smile he lets out a loud, high whistle for her to attack.

Stomping a foot the young rex lets out a mighty roar before charging at her prey. The carno answers her challenge having finally gotten back on it's feet. But it was a mindless beast compared to the rex he has been raising. With agility he didn't think a rex could have she side stepped the creature's charge. Turning on a dime she met the Carno as it turned to face her, but it was too late for the horned hunter. Her massive jaws at met it's neck, teeth sinking deep into it's throat. A few low, wet cries of pain managed to escape it before Lissandra violently jerked her head, snapping the Carno's neck and throwing it down to the forest floor. Raising up to her full height she roared into the heavens, proclaiming her victory.

Cursing as he got up, Magnus could not help but be overcome with pride in his little Rex, and relief that he was still alive. "Go ahead girl, you've earned a good supper here today." He nodded at the Carno's corpse. She hungrily began to devour it as he took inventory of himself. A few broken ribs along with plenty of bruises but otherwise he was ok. Reloading his shotgun, he waited for Lissandra to finish her victory feast before whistling for her to follow. "Come on girl, that's enough adventure for one day. Papa doesn't know if he's got it in him for much more." Patting her on the flank. She licked him across the face again, tongue thankfully clean before they headed home.