The Research Tree

Safe havens where adventurers gather, trade, and catch their breath between adventures. The beating heart of any settled world.

Towns grown grand, offering services no village can, with the auction hall the jewel among them.

A warm bed and a hearth. Adventurers who rest here log off content and return all the sharper.

Open shops to your people. They sell what they find for coin and buy what they need, keeping gold forever in motion.

A grand market hall where adventurers trade with one another, prices swelling and ebbing with the crowd.

Named souls and landmarks you may set anywhere, giving your world its characters and its quiet corners.

Hallowed ground the fallen return to. Set them near danger so death is never a long road back.

Harbours and the boats that ply between them, binding scattered isles into one reachable world.

Skyward routes between your hubs. Adventurers pay the fare and cross the map in moments.

Portals to perilous instanced depths, where a bold party delves for the richest spoils.

Standing stones beside a dungeon that call far-flung companions to the threshold rather than make them walk.

Wake the wilds. With it, monsters mark trespassers on sight and give chase, instead of waiting to be struck.

Let elite champions rise among the rank and file: rarer, fiercer foes worth the greater fight.

Adventurers band together to face what none of them could face alone. The social glue of a lively server.

Packs and purses. The moment adventurers can carry loot and coin, the whole economy stirs awake.

The maker's table for everything that drops, sells, and is worn across your world.

Arms and armour your adventurers equip, a visible road to power beyond raw levels alone.

Trades to learn and nodes to work, a second calling that feeds your markets with materials and craft.

Give every adventurer an identity, with its own eligible arms, armour, and bearing.

Open the gates to player-versus-player strife, server-wide or marked out zone by zone.

Found new banners for your people to rally beneath, and to war against.

Combat callings, the shield, the blade, the mender, the warden, that the world grants as adventurers come into their own.

Brush shallows across the ground. Walkable, but they drag at any who wade through them.

Lay rivers of molten rock that scorch the reckless and bend wary pathing around them.

Expand the hardware behind your world so more adventurers can play at once, before the login queues sour.