Show me your manse

Rialorm

As I am getting to a point where I want a manse, I've found myself rather stuck on inspiration as to how to shape it. Those of you who have one or perhaps even several manses, please inspire me by showcasing your manse and the things in it. You can post some descriptions, or just explain what it is about if it is rather big. Or do both.

Xenthos

Oo, oo. Have I got the room to show you when I get home!

Tacita

NO. DANGER. DO NOT GO INTO THE CURIO ROOM.

Zouviqil

Tacita said:

NO. DANGER. DO NOT GO INTO THE CURIO LAG ROOM.

Fixed

Point still stands!

Karlach

I think that room was posted on the forums about a year ago.

The post is longer than the page size on my laptop.

Tajalli

I doodle and map out every space I build, and think about what my character's lifestyle would be like in the space and how it fits their personality (as well as allows for future growth). I think that's a good place to start with building your manse - who is living in it, what kind of living are they going to be doing in it, etc.

Taisgeal, the Ysav'rai estate, was initially a manor house atop a terraced hill (that merged both Taj's more hoarding crow-like aesthetics with Silf's refined tastes). Founders in the main house, and shared common space, and then future family members could have their own abodes on the terraces in a sort of aether-village-homestead-thing. 

Building a fresh cottage for Tajalli right now, Teallach, and it is a cottage in the middle of a wyrden wood, the stone structure becoming overtaken by roots and rose vines that become part of the architecture. 

My first manse (what Caoch started as before I repurposed it to a ship) was inspired off of birds nests and tunnel spiders, and was a twisting, woven structure that wound about itself kind of like a seashell, the upper floor being Taj's room and filled with all sorts of trinkets and shiny bits she'd hoarded. 

Xenthos

Here it is!

Curious Collection.
Positioned in a cute bow, a ceramic fawn stands on nimble, long legs. A wooden soldier stands at the ready, his tiny bow nocked with a lone arrow. Glittering with myriad gemstones, a jewelled turtle hides here in his exquisite shell. Emitting a gentle, ticking hum, a crystalline moon slowly spins along its axis. A rubber duck rests here flat upon the ground, squeaking occasionally. Resting upon its rows of spines, a murex seashell beacon lies here. A puzzleform sun rests here, its pieces shifting around to form itself anew. A whiplike emerald cobra is coiled here, a viridescent glimmer evinced by the available light. Refusing to melt, a snowflake made of ice persists here. A leering tarantula with ruby eyes lies here. A cast iron butterknife lies here, gleaming with subtle gold inlay. Glistening with radiant colour, a carnelian tulip of blushing ruby lies abandoned here. Gleaming with an aura of gentility, a silver spoon has been tragically abandoned here. A glaring eyeball floats here, staring ominously and unblinking at its surroundings. A mask of a playful jester lies here, its features plastered with a massive grin. A glittering, gem-wrought dragonfly of virid gems lies here, gleaming softly. A solstice dragon mask has been tossed to the ground here. A mischievous sock monkey capers about here, squeaking impishly. The Toxic Spine of the Bloodless juts upward from the ground, acrid venom dripping, sizzling, from its point. A bit of wooden shaft still attached, a spearhead lies here, coated in a thin layer of frost. Tentacles trailing in brilliant tails, a sequined squid curio lies here. A stylised eye crafted of precious jewels lies here, gazing out unblinkingly. Awaiting some grander use, wooden tongs have been placed upon the ground. A tin tinker stands here in miniature, hunchbacked and bearing minute metal implements. Flickering and twisting wildly, the Guttering Flame of Damnation burns here. A diamond skull lies here in the dust, grinning with unsettling intensity. Oiled and gleaming, an assembled, copper igasho leans against his axe. A brass sprocket lies here, teeth glinting. Floating a few feet above the ground, a small, delicate glass angel spins languidly around in graceful circles. Carved from jointed sticks of ash, a dracnari driver curio lies here. A miniature ivory skeleton dances about here to the rhythm of his own clinking bones. Tiny paws clutching his tummy, a pudgy, stuffed panda bear sits here. A wooden wakabi toy lies here, legs loose. Electricity crackles in flowing arcs around this crystal-hewn lightning bolt. An aquatic kelpie mask lies here, its leafy features staring out at the world. Glittering with pale beauty, an orchid of gems and precious metals has been left behind. The bronze figurine of a tailor has been left here, tongue sticking out in concentration. An austere clock tower rises from the floor, ticking with unerring regularity. A lacquered puzzle box has been left here, its glossy wood in danger of being soiled. A menacing leather flog lies here in a tangle of rustic lashes. Crafted from fine silks and decorated with deep, rich gems, a regal silk spider rests here. A miniature candy mountain rises from the ground here, rock candy crystal formations glittering on its surface. A copper-tinged boa constrictor rests here, coiled upon itself. Coiled upon the ground is a miniature ruby dragon, tongues of fire washing over his form. A mask of a bawling squonk lies here. A square inkwell of bubbled green glass lies here, filled to the brim with dark ink. A muddy brown stalk lies here, topped by an enchanting lily of the loam, crafted entirely of jewels. A burnished bronze feather lies here shimmering on the ground. Cracked and weathered, an onyx gargoyle sits here, looking forlorn. An eerie floating nose swirls around the room attempting to huff in the scent of everything in sight. The glittering boughs of a crystal tree refract and reflect all available light in brilliant, prismatic colours. Tongues of heatless fire whisper at the end of this rune-inscribed torch. Alighted gently on the ground, a shimmering silver feather lies here. An enchanting butterfly mask lies here, painted in warm tones of blues and yellows. Painted in dark tones of brown and deep purple, an alluring moth mask lies here. A rustic carriage curio rests here on four tiny wheels. Flawless gems and polished gold have been moulded into the form of a rose that lies here. Interlocking pieces of jade form the shape of this luna moth, poised as though ready to flit away from its perch. An aquamarine shark floats here upon the air. Gleaming with gems, a pearlescent swan lies here upon the ground. Rays of golden light flickering across its plumes, a delicate feather has alighted here. A golden clockwork pendulum lies here, seemingly broken from some larger whole. A sprig of coltsfoot daintily clasped in its painted beak, a delicate porcelain dove has been placed here. A frosted basket filled with cloudberries drifts here, aloft upon a soft mist. A squashy, stuffed wakabi lies here, button eyes gazing vapidly at its surroundings. Gently seated upon the ground, a dainty dining fork lies here. Cast aside, a crystalline femur lies awaiting its long-deceased owner. An electrified steel wrench has been cast aside, jags of power arcing erratically across its surface. A mask of a featureless marionette lies here. A splintered star of wood and gems lies here, shimmering in the ambient light. A disembodied, thin-lipped mouth floats here, babbling nonsense phrases. The tiny wooden replica of a pile of luggage rests here. An iron spy figurine rests here, dropped into a wary crouch. An antiqued, gilt-framed looking glass hangs here upon thin air, its surface brightly reflecting its surroundings. Carelessly abandoned on the ground, a tidy little notepad sits here, pages splayed open. Bobbing here pleasantly, a crystal sphere hums with energy as it floats upon an invisible cushion of air. A gentle buzzing sound emits from this intricate gold and obsidian bumblebee. A rotund, stuffed piglet lies here, rolled onto its side. Curled in a shimmering ribbon of light and colour, a bright rainbow stretches here. Gleaming with patterns of inlaid grasslands, a bronze-etched saw lies here. Shimmering with an icy lambency, a platinum white feather lies here upon the ground. A mask of a regal chicken has been discarded here. Hourglass glistening upon its exposed stomach, a small black spider hangs here from a single glistening thread of silk. A gleaming cog of steel lies here, glinting ominously with occult patterns. A pair of gleaming steel handcuffs lies here, touched in places with flaking, dried blood. Tossed helter-skelter upon the ground, a brass knuckle bone lies abandoned. Shaking its rattle ominously, a rapacious rattlesnake stares at everything with the threat to bite. A silver penknife lies here, malachite handle gleaming with a polished sheen. A silver ratchet lies here, oil streaking its handle. As still as death, a disembodied ear floats here as though listening with utmost care to the world passing around it. A stuffed donkey has been cast aside, frowning to itself as it lies on its side. A stained glass peacock curio is perched here, feathers frozen in a glittering fan. A burnished silver candelabra lies on its side, extinguished. Shimmering an exotic hue, a feathery quill lies here. A translucent crimson rib lies here as though awaiting its previous owner. Wooden handle smoothed by years of consistent use, a screwdriver awaits patiently for its owner. Glistening with oil, a gear lies ready for use. A glittering trail of crystalline stardust lies scattered behind the centre of a comet lying here. Daintily curled up in a ball, a glass kitten watches the world around her through a pair of large emerald eyes. A delicate, enamelled teapot sits here, hiccuping occasionally as steam curls from her spout. A mask bearing the likeness of a bright-eyed maiden lies here. Grinning mockingly, an ice devil's skull lies here. A mask of a mischievous imp lies here, a disconcerting grin on its face. A porcelain mask lies here, offering up the bright and beauteous features of a swan. Rising in an imposing mass of black iron, an iron cross stands here, radiating a miasma of dread and pain. An alabaster fountain curio rests here amidst a spray of multi-hued energies. A ceramic puppy stands here at alert. A pristine dove mask lies here, pale and resplendent. Its features set in a permanent grin, a chubby cherub mask lies here. A curious harlequin mask lies here, its expression inconstant. A ceramic death watch beetle skitters about, uttering a series of dire clicks as the colours upon her shell shift and flow. A plump, stuffed teddy bear sits here, head canted at an angle as his button eyes gaze brightly ahead. A glimmering miniature of a snow phoenix rests upon the ground, wings unfurled majestically. Decorated with an elaborate mosaic of ceramic tiles, the form of a regal parrot stands here. Poised to strike, an avaricious asp clutches a gold sovereign with its coiled body. The Oozing Diamond of Disease hovers here, bubbling contagion leeching across the ground in its immediate vicinity. A cuddly, brown-furred teddy bear sits here complacently, button eyes gazing upward. A leopard lurks in the shadows, curiously watching anything that moves. A stained-glass butterfly casts shards of multicoloured light upon the ground. Rotating slowly in the air, the Incandescent Bracers of Vernal Might glow here. A heavy sable blindfold lies here, folded upon itself. Quivering as if barely contained, the Pearl Sandals of Vernal Haste drift here, upon currents of power. A pool of snowy white cloth lies here, marking where a veil has been abandoned. Shining with a dazzling incandescence, the Holy Helm of Avechna rotates here upon currents of power. Surrounded by a coiling chain of gemstone links, an iced medal of the Guardians lies here. Warm to the touch, a bewitching lantern whispers with a flickering, violet flame. Gleaming brightly, an open rust-touched straight razor lies dangerously on the ground. Airy and light, a sparkling white cloud floats here. The Corrupted Staff of the Soulless drifts through the air here, leaking clots of grease and noxious smoke. Glittering richly, a jewelled stalker's skull lies here, polished and adorned. Twisting with an aura of multihued energy, the Chromatic Rod of the Avenger drifts upon the air here, crackling with energy. Shimmering mysteriously in the light, a polished bottle of glistening sapphire sparkles here enticingly. A bottle of vibrant saffron stands curiously upright, smoke leaking from its top. A bottle of sparkling citrine lies here forlornly on its side. A bottle of gently glowing amber lies here on its side, smoke leaking out of its top. A bottle of soft-hued cerulean glass stands here upright, tendrils of blue smoke swirling about its form. A bottle of shining gold lies here, shimmering invitingly. Darkly glittering, an oceanic bottle of azure hues stands here upright, a steady pool of blue smoke seeping from its lid. Glittering with refracted light, a ruby bottle lies here on its side. Strangely upright, a bottle of shifting crimson hues stands here with a thin stream of mist leaking from its top. A spindly scarlet bottle, comprised of finely woven glass leaves, stands here, in danger of being broken. A hive-shaped bottle rests on the ground. A bottle of blue sprinkles rests on the ground here. A bottle of cardamom pods rests here, giving off a sweet, spicy scent. A bottle of dried parsley lies here, a faint, lemony scent wafting into the air. A bottle of red sprinkles rests on the ground here. A squat glass bottle of dried thyme rests here. A jar of tomatillo sauce sits here on the ground. A fat mayonnaise bottle squats here, waiting to be consumed. A round relish bottle sits here, its contents slowly pickling away. A tall bottle of ketchup rests here, adding to the casual environment. A bottle of dried cardamom fruits rests here. Dream-like mist pours from the opening of this lavender bottle, which glitters upright upon the ground. Small and unassuming, a vermillion bottle lies here, glittering and bright. A bottle of dried sage lies here, its contents clumping upon each other. A fancy bottle of mustard sits here, poshing up the place. A bottle of pickled garlic cloves rests here. A bottle of ground nutmeg here, exuding a spicy, sweet scent. A bowl of coconut curry rests here, giving off a plume of sweet steam. A bottle of dried rosemary lies here, rolling about. A small bottle of cinnamon spills across the ground. A bottle of impossibly fresh basil leaves rests here. A wooden bottle of salt lays on its side, a few grains of salt spilled from it. A bottle of luscious cream sits here, waiting to spoil. Its expression one of duty, a mask of a fae knight lies here.
You see a single exit leading west.

Daraius

My aethership is supposed to be like an enormous sandstone Indonesian temple, and the overhead map is a mandala shape, but I don't know if it comes across like that. It doesn't help that I've still never finished the verbose descriptions for the outer rings.

The Shevat estate (only one room of which I designed) is basically a big Tudor manor with a library, bathhouse, two crystal gardens, several places for having tea and entertaining guests, labs for all the sciency types, studios for all the artsy types, a couple towers, some outbuildings for the sheep and cows. I love every room, but nothing about it is supposed to stretch the imagination.

One of the more unique concepts I've seen in a manse (keeping in mind that I haven't seen a whole lot of them) is Khydan's ship, inspired by yogic/lowmagic chakras. 

Lavinya

I have a courtyard (fulcrux room), leading out to a barren field (which has my leather manse gem) or north to a foyer. From there I have an Ouroborian chapel to the west(my throne room), or north to the caves (gem and metal mines), east to the parlor, up to the study, northwest to a few rooms I donated one of my kids (sitting room and bedroom). Leading off the parlor is a glass-walled conservatory (with my aethergarden) and Silvanus' throne room. North of the study is my bedchamber and a caldaria. Up from the study is a shadowy staircase, which opens up to a tower top. If you want any room descs, I'll happily oblige

Rivius

This was a manse I was working on once, never finished, and might scrap and repurpose:

Dream-touched hills.

A dream-like mist washes over this scenic expanse, adding a certain heaviness to the air and only slightly subduing the sense of cheeriness. Enormous verdant hills roll for unimaginable distances, their surfaces sprinkled with the pale pink of fallen cherry blossoms. A pathway winds downward from this high peak towards the breathtaking valley below, bordered on each side by orchards of ever-blooming cherry and pear trees. With the passing of the wind, petals are sent hurtling into the air in a mesmerising dance, while songbirds take delight in joining this performance, singing their serenades of happiness and love. In the far distance, a crystal sea sparkles and gleams against the backdrop of a dusk-coloured sky, its surface placid and resplendent. The mist thickens as the hills descend and become more distant and only the uppermost branches of the tallest trees peek out and give reassurance that there is far more land to explore beyond the obscured outskirts. A floral fragrance occasionally rushes past the area before slowly dying down to a nearly imperceptible leafy scent.

and then the second room was meant to have a hobbit-inspired house you could go into:

Climbing down a flowery path.

Covered lightly with a vibrant assortment of fallen petals, a beautiful pathway snakes through the verdant green hills for miles and miles until it disappears into the gradually thickening fog in the distance. Carved directly into the hillside is an impressive display of architecture, a humble dwelling built almost entirely out of polished mahogany wood. The exterior features a large, round wooden door at the front with a tiny peep-hole, a gleaming golden knob and a slightly faded engraving at the top that reads 'Home'. Upon the wooden walls are many small totemic carvings of woodland animals, drawn to give the impression that they are hanging from or playing upon the corners of the door and window sills. The house is flanked by bowed cherry trees, whose branches drape over the roof and litter pale pink petals upon the doorstep and front garden.

Xenthos

This is the central room, of which the rest of the manse forms around.

A peaceful glade.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. Trees thrive here, encircling the wide glade, their immense trunks giving an impression of age and majesty. Only one tree grows within the glade itself-- a massive Ravenwood which stands proudly in the center, its branches thick and concealing. A carpet of soft grass covers most of the ground in the open space, though a few large rocks break the surface, their tops worn flat and smooth and kept meticulously clean. This affords ample space for one to rest and relax, choosing either the soft comfort of the grass or the smooth surface of the rocks depending upon personal taste. A small segment of the glade has been turned into a miniature garden, in which grows violet irises and well-tended rosebushes arranged in tidy rows. The fragrance of the flowers permeates the air with a heady aroma. A brilliant white rose, a vibrant sunflower, a cool tulip of dusk, an entrancing red rose, a striped orchid, a yellow lily, a purple tulip, a tiger lily, a delicate iris, a bright yellow rose, a bright red poppy, and an elegant pink rose blossom within a beautiful, lush garden.

Tacita

Tacita's manse is primarily a forest made up of willow trees and ravenwoods. There is one giant weeping willow tree that dominates the centre of it, and a treehouse has been built within the branches of it (this is her bedroom). Off to the north is a cavern which has been turned into a library, whilst to the northeast is a small glade used for prayer and meditation which has a sort of 'shrine' to two Elders within it. The southeast has a natural pool which Ilistala likes splashing people in, and past that is the bit of woodland that belongs to Kethaera.

I've left it deliberately a bit vague so that I can expand on it however/whenever I like. There's no mention of borders or boundaries to anything, essentially, and the nature of the setting means I can easily extend out from pretty much anywhere (bar the treehouse, which was always going to be a sort of set piece).

Vivet

My manse is an Escher drawing. I feel like it's a good way to keep it interesting in spite of being small.

Siam

I will post my manse name as I get home from work.

Rialorm

Awesome, thanks for sharing, I am feeling inspired already. I think I am going to take some inspiration from @Nocht's temple, and have each room be a floating platform but with its own theme, with a central hub in the middle. Each platform will be a sort of area on its own dedicated to some aspect or role (sort of like @Lavinya's), and the layout will give me plenty of room to begin with. I will start each platform off as just one room and then maybe expand as I go along. I really love the Temple rooms where crystals and Wyrden nature merge, so I will put in plenty of that. Think I'll go reread all the Temple rooms soon for additional inspiration.

And yes, if anyone has a manse that is public and open for visit, do post. I'll come visit  

Ssaliss

My rather boring public manse is Exhibit. I made it to showcase the old curios; not sure how much it's visited these days though, but the curios are still there for everyone to see.

Rykinia

Here's my fail attempt at starting on a manse that Rykinia's dad gave to her (Literally my first time designing anything that wasn't equipment Q_Q) - It's her bedroom / regeneration room.

A concealed grove of twisted briars. (24344)
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. A feeling of weight permeates this
area, stemming from the combination of tightly twisted, packed together vines and low light
conditions. The ground of the grove feels soft to the touch, an almost moss-like texture covering it
whilst the ceiling looks as if the vines were trimmed to give it a smooth surface. Stray vines
dangle from above, swaying idly back and forth and look to be connected with magically empowered
stones, all varied in colour and providing the small amounts of light that illuminate the area. A
soft padded rocker upholstered in black velvet rests here. A curtained four-poster bed fitted in
rich sapphire blue stands here. Soft black velvet covers this low-lying couch, its plump cushions
appearing quite inviting. Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped sigil. A sigil in the shape of a
small, rectangular monolith is on the ground.
You see a single exit leading out (closed door).

Alary

My manse is super private but I wanna share three rooms from it.

First, the fulcrux, the manse is a series of cave systems in an active volcano.

The Central Fire. (an aether manse) [31389]

Throughout the location, small dancing flames flicker and spark. Upon entering this cavern, one is struck by its magnitude. Widely spaced walls stretch up and in to form a high, rough ceiling, which is streaked with ash and cracks. The center of the room is dominated by a massive, ever-burning magma pool, which periodically bubbles and spews tall gouts of flame. Thin, dark tendrils of smoke rise from the pool and curl their way to the ceiling, eeking out through cracks. Tunnels have been carved into the sides of the room, while the walls are carved with small recesses to serve as benches.

Then, the throne room:

A Mosaic Lined Throne Room. (an aether manse) [31606]

Throughout the location, small dancing flames flicker and spark. Upon exiting the tunnel, you find yourself standing in circular room, the ceiling and floor smoothed and polished. A bright mosaic covers the walls, portraying the defenders of Gaudiguch. Forming the front row of the Mosaic are the proud and tough Templars, their armor and weapons made with gleaming hematite. Standing along side them are the potent Pyromancers, dressed in red and wreathed in flames. Behind the front row, the Illuminati peer out over hordes of strange beasts from beneath their shadowy, hooded robes. Scattered throughout the ranks are the nimble and spirited Minstrels, strumming on their lyres and lutes, surrounded by illusions. The city of Gaudiguch towers above the figures in the mosaic, with the Grand Pyramid set in the very center. The Great Drachou sits atop it, glaring down at those who step into the room. A grand scorpion throne towers here, cut wholly from black jade. Floral, colourful and sweet-smelling, an attractive poppy throne has been erected here.

Those two I help is designing from Alary's ex-husband. This next room I did entirely myself and is her meditation/hiding room. The door perms are her alone.

A Humble Meditation Chamber. (an aether manse) [36172]

Throughout the location, small dancing flames flicker and spark. This room has an air unlike any other of the rooms in the winding cavern. The feel of the room is mysterious, but calming. Opening the overhead down gives you a glimpse into the bowels of the room. Attached to the door is a wooden ladder, not very large, but also, not very small. The walls have been smoothed down perfectly, the room forming an orb like shape with a flattened bottom. The light from the door does not illuminate the entire room, but the feel lets one know the room is massive. Light, airy sounds can be heard, from sources unknown. The floor, smoothed down as well, is covered in a layer of fine sand. The finest sand one has ever seen, an unusual sand, of a deep crimson colour. Somehow, air moves within the cavern, but one cannot tell from which direction it hails. Symbols and footprints leave marks in the sand, but one cannot pinpoint their origin. Sometimes, a low moaning can be heard from within the walls. At other times, a high keening. Sound does not echo in this cavern, no, sound is muffled. Like some mysterious creature or formless beast dampens the very airwaves.

Marcella

I never saw the point of designing rooms in a manse if you're going to make it private anyway...Could various peoples enlighten me as to why?

Lavinya

Just because the manse isn't open to the general public doesn't mean you don't invite people into it. I love to use my parlor for general chitchat and meetings and such. And I've had Nadira (Morgfyre priest) drop in on me in my manse...would be odd to serve tea in a boring room that needs changing >_>

Lerad

For the e-peen. You make a perfectly beautiful sandcastle in the air and admire it for yourself. To be more crude, for masturbatory purposes.

Rialorm

Because it is fun? It seems no different to me as people building something in a private game of Minecraft. Plus, you can then come to a thread like this and show off your writing I think it can also help in character building, as it will get you think about your character and what suits them.

Edit: Actually, I feel this goes for a lot of things in the game. Unlike a graphical game, people don't really see things -unless- they go looking for it, like say inspect what someone's description is or what tattoos they got visible or what outfit they have. So by that logic, you could just not bother with all of that. Yet people do. It's easy to play the game and never really look closely, I've not read the descriptions for most rooms, but they are there because someone may be interested in them.  

Zalana

Marcella said:

I never saw the point of designing rooms in a manse if you're going to make it private anyway...Could various peoples enlighten me as to why?

Actually, for a lot of us it is a simple matter of roleplay-realism.

Walk into any room in your house. There's stuff there right? Paint on the walls, something on the floor, etc.  The rooms in a manse are the same thing. Your character 'lives' in that place. So it has decorations, it has a floor, etc etc. It's all a matter of flavor and texture in the game.

Munsia

Mmmmm I guess I'll give a sneak peek of our project

Daraius

What is it?

Munsia

An unfinished Aetherbasin? We're still drawing the map out. It takes a bit of time. Even what you see isn't finished yet.

Turnus

Hope you're not planning to describe every room in there with a unique desc, that would just be pure insanity.

Munsia

Every single room is getting a unique desc and room title. (Estimated about 6mil gold I believe for project) however there are obviously main walkways which will have the same desc's, just like the highways in the actual basin.

Rialorm

Oh wow. I'm blown away by just the map.

Arimisia

Munsia said:

Every single room is getting a unique desc and room title. (Estimated about 6mil gold I believe for project) however there are obviously main walkways which will have the same desc's, just like the highways in the actual basin.

6 million just to describe and name rooms. we have put well over 70 million  into it already + quite a number of artifacts. Not sure if we are done with those yet or not.  would love to be able to get sub-shops to be able to rent out to people and stuff like that, actually achieve the aether city goal so many people have tried and not quite achieved int he past.

Munsia

Arimisia said:

Munsia said:

Every single room is getting a unique desc and room title. (Estimated about 6mil gold I believe for project) however there are obviously main walkways which will have the same desc's, just like the highways in the actual basin.

6 million just to describe and name rooms. we have put well over 70 million  into it already + quite a number of artifacts. Not sure if we are done with those yet or not.  would love to be able to get sub-shops to be able to rent out to people and stuff like that, actually achieve the aether city goal so many people have tried and not quite achieved int he past.

Aether Basin. Deepnight was a 'city' this thing is larger than every single city in the game put together in the end.

However, no. We are not done with artifacts. If we're gonna toot our horn here, after we've finished allocating every single room, we're going to add in the correct terrains as well. I've contacted Divine in the past about this project and a handful at the time did say they would even have their Orders design the temples we are creating within. Every single Divine in the game (inactive and not) is being allocated 3 rooms in the proper areas. 

A side note, if any Divine are interested in that still if they could send me a message on the forums, I'd be delighted to add them to my list...otherwise we are going to either make generic rooms (Not wanting ruin the image of them) for said Divine, or in the case of inactive Divine, find prestigious past Order Members to design. (IE: Eventru, Elostian, etc)