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 stone bound at an inn or a city that calls its owner home once a day, sparing them the long road back.

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.

Steeds for sale beneath one roof. Adventurers buy a mount here and cross the world at a gallop.

A late unlock that lets your stables stock winged steeds, and adventurers take to the skies.

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

A vault beneath the city where adventurers store their gold and treasures, and pay for extra space when the hoard outgrows the bag.

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.

Vast instanced trials built for many parties at once, the grandest endgame an MMO can offer.

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

Charters that bind adventurers into lasting fellowships, a banner of their own to gather beneath and belong to.

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.

Wilder shapes for your classes: cat, wolf, bear, bird and demon, worn when the fight calls for one and shed when it is over.

The spellmaker's desk. Author your classes' spells and skills yourself, their costs, cast times, and effects, then watch adventurers put them to use.

Hand your monsters spellbooks of their own. Bosses telegraph great burning circles on the ground, and adventurers learn, sometimes too late, to get out of the fire.

Hang objectives on your towns and NPCs. Adventurers take up the call, hunt down the mark, and return for the reward, steering the crowd toward the corners you want busy.

Dailies and repeatable errands on their own cooldowns, the steady drumbeat of goals that keeps adventurers logging back in for more.

Honorifics worn before or after a name, from Sir to the Brave, bestowed through quests. Adventurers display the rarest they have earned.

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.

Let rival banners set their quarrel aside and adventure together, mixed companies that reach across the factional divide.

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

Companions at a class's side: wolves, bears and stranger beasts that fight beside their owners, hold a foe's fury, or mend the party.

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

Frozen shallows. Where you have researched water, let it freeze over into slick sheets.

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

Blighted ground, dead trees, gravestones and standing stones. Dress a corner of the world in dread.

Meadow and mud brushes with garden flourishes, for gentler ground that welcomes rather than warns.

Torches, crates and barrels, the small warm clutter that makes a town feel lived in.

A showpiece fountain to crown a well-kept square and give your people somewhere to gather.

Statues, banners, sarcophagi, altars and glowing crystals: set dressing that gives every delve a story of its own.

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