Show me your house!

Aereidhna

Between all the totems I've been doing for friends in Cyrene lately and reading posts on forums about houses, I've gotten house fever and am about to go on a designing spree. I wanna see your digs. Lofts, manors, cottages, whatever. Feed my addiction!

Here's what I've had up until now, on my ship. Working on a layout for my new subs house.

A peaceful sanctuary.

The scent of salt sea air permeates this tranquil room. A bay window takes up most of the far wall, offering an expansive view of the waves lapping against the side of the ship. Gauzy curtains of pale olive cotton stretch from a bar hanging over the window, a silk sash allowing them to be opened or closed at will. A large window seat covered with pillows provides a comfortable spot for reading or watching the waves. An unfinished driftwood sofa upholstered with soft linen sits against the right wall, with a luxurious moss-coloured blanket stretching across the floor in front. Cream-coloured pillows are strewn over the sofa. A low, wide bed is situated along the left wall. The plush mattress is covered with creamy bamboo sheets, finished with a forest green duvet and comfy pillows of the same hue. To the left of the bed is a small, simple wooden altar. A handcrafted dreamcatcher and a lavender candle rest atop it next to a vase of colourful mokara orchids, the bright, vivid flowers offering a splash of contrast to the otherwise muted tones of the room. The walls, painted a smooth shade of cream, are mostly unadorned but for a solitary work of art. A stretched canvas frame hangs above the bed, depicting an abstract, dreamy mountain landscape.

Ula

any chance to share my house, which i am extremely proud of my own parts of, and extremely satisfied with bluef's parts:

Before an opulent yurt of canvas and silk.
The stars shine down from the sky above, bathing the arid land beneath their silvery light. Minuscule grains of sand here recede into soft, greenish-blue river grass, dotted with black and purple orchids. Nestled among the fronds, colourful silks are draped over a barely visible structure of curved ash. Peeking out beneath the vibrant fly, thick canvas is embroidered with geometric patterns. Shaping an entryway, moulded birch logs form concentric shapes that converge at the apex into a perfect sphere, curving into an arch upon which the woolen tent flap may be tied off to each side to welcome visitors and the cool, river breeze inside. Hedging the movable palace is a low wall of river rock. Shallow-rooted plants grow along its surface and a small, wooden gate permits entry through the interlocking stones. Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped sigil. A tribal totem has been implanted in the ground.

Within a tranquil canvas and silk tent (indoors).
Great fractal patterns effuse across the canvas interior of this opulent yurt. Awash in their dark blue, deep red, and verdant hues, the interior is dimly lit but comfortably soothing as the dusky shades of natural light filter through the birch latticework frame and fabric overlays. River grass underfoot has been covered with dark, wooden boards. Woven tapestries of a myriad of hues are spread atop their knotty surfaces. Several silk-covered pillows spill across the rugs, encircling a low, oval table. Strong scents of incense and tabac linger in the air, offering a sweet, balmy aroma and an invitation to respite. A tribal totem has been implanted in the ground. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped sigil. A dark scarlet cherrywood couch with a covering of bold indigo linen is here.

i love that canvas dreamscape, may do something similar when i expand to include a bedroom.

Leliel

I feel like a weirdo now.

An enchanting indoor forest (indoors).

   Upon stepping through the doorway, the immediate reaction of most is mute surprise.

 The room is more expansive than one would expect, and indeed does not look much like 

a room at all. The space is a paper forest, fragments of hymns and sonnets stretching 

upward and breaking into branches as far as the eye can see, the walls distinguished 

only by a lack of lettering. The room shines with a soft glow, the layered paper bark 

of the slim trees emitting its own quiet light. The faint scent of dusty tomes and 

damp, rich ink permeates the air, creating a feeling of silent contentment. The only 

splash of colour in the forest is a vibrant red blanket nestled in the hollow of a 

poem-tree's roots, piled high with cushions and blankets into a childish nest, a few 

stray feathers evidencing its frequent occupation. One can almost imagine running 

their fingers curiously over the branch nearest them, trails of ink etched in words 

of love and longing clinging to their skin. The flash of dull metal catches your eye 

as a clockwork raven resettles on his perch; turning, you note that the door seems to 

be the only tangible structure in the dreamlike room, its wood inscribed with the 

charred image of the Creator tarot surrounded by smaller depictions of each of the 

twelve major arcana, a clear homage to the complex illusions tied into each nuance of 

the owner's vision seen in physical form.

Tael

A grand, tenebrous foyer (indoors).
The marbled floor of this round mezzanine forms a thick crescent around a curving pair of large staircases fashioned of the same grey stone descending into the large gap, reaching down into the warm, mahogany-panelled room below. A concentric pair of identical staircases sweep upward along white walls. The room has no windows, the opulent moulding visible only by streaks of light creeping in from the room above and by the fires below. The occasional burst of muted red sunlight intrudes through the black double doors set into the southern wall, turning the chamber a flat crimson. Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped sigil. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A tribal totem has been implanted in the ground.
You see exits leading up, down, and out (closed door).

Going down:

A stately dining room (indoors).
Rich mahogany boiseries cover the walls of this long, rectangular room, matching the chairs and the table running its length. The mammoth claw-footed table appears to be quite old, its surface marred by countless pits and scratches and a few faint cracks. Wide glasses and pristine ivory service are arranged elegantly alongside seven triune candelabras. Seven torches crackle in sconces on the walls, filling the chamber with heat and light. Mahogany sideboards are arranged along the perimeter, leaving little room to pass behind the chairs. A pair of marble staircases form a semicircle surrounding the northern end of the table, leading up from the cherrywood floor, past thick rafters, through the gaping opening into the room above. A nested pair of identical staircases lead down into the stone foundations of the room. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A tribal totem has been implanted in the ground. An ancient mahogany table stands here on clawed feet. A mahogany throne sitting beneath a dark black fabric tapestry is here. There are 6 mahogany chairs sitting next to an ancient mahogany table here. A dark black fabric tapestry hangs here.
You see exits leading up and down.

The table:

This mammoth, claw-footed table appears to be extremely old, its surface marred by countless pits and scratches as well as a few faint cracks. Tidy script covers nearly every surface of the table, detailing countless stories, philosophies, and mottoes of the Escath family and its allies.
It weighs about 37 pounds.
It is kept in stasis and will not decay.
It bears the distinctive mark of Tael, Apprentice of Manipulation.
On it you see:
Nothing.

A subterranean ballroom (indoors).
A pair of marble staircases ring the northern wall of this huge, circular room. A massive fresco completely covers the walls and ceiling, a single scene, staggering in its scope and variety. Picking out a few details of the sprawling, intricate piece, you see a rendering of a large hazel tree, split by lightning. Amidst the black flames perch three owls: one black, one grey, the last white as snow. Standing beneath the boughs, you see a rendering of a six-armed being shrouded in a cloak of shadows. Red eyes peer out from under the figure's hood. A mailed fist, a hand in silver, a black hand, and an open-palm with fingers splayed grasp an impressive hammer, a bright spear burning with purple fire, a kris dagger, and a staff and sword bound together by a pair of twisting pythons, a phoenix balanced upon the pommel and the crown of the staff with wings outstretched. The lowest pair of arms, bare and bone-white, draw music from a golden lyre. Glancing upward, a moonless night sky devoid of stars swallows your gaze, providing a backdrop for countless circling birds soaring overhead. You can make out eagles, owls, vultures, a phoenix, a kingfisher, a black swan, a sapphire falcon, and even a mighty dragon. Far below, the floor is a rich mahogany, polished, flat, and featureless save for a small dais in the centre supporting a ring of white, low-backed chairs and music stands. The room is amply lit by an angular crystal globe filled with intense white flame sitting in the center of an elaborate iron chandelier which hangs over the dais on a thick chain. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A tribal totem has been implanted in the ground.
You see a single exit leading up.

Going up from the foyer:

A music room of stark white (indoors).
A white piano and harp complete the rough circle formed by nearly two dozen ornate, low-backed chairs all in the same clean white. Similar, larger chairs are arranged in pairs around slender tables set with wide glasses and ivory service in the periphery of the room. An angular crystal globe sits in a squat iron cradle at the centre of the circle. Inside the globe, a white flame burns brightly, every object casting a long ray of shadow across the floor, radiating out onto the smooth white walls and ceiling. Two sweeping staircases lead down at the north side of the room, a large white panel inlaid with a barely visible white raven between them. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A tribal totem has been implanted in the ground.
You see a single exit leading down.

A dark library (indoors).
Tall shelves filled with meticulously organised books of every shape, size, and binding imaginable line the circumference of this large, circular room. Throughout the room, annular bookcases reach up to the dark ceiling like great columns, mahogany ladders on quiet wheels running in circular tracks around each one. Several more ladders glide easily back and forth along the shelves lining the wall, steps laden with books and the small, half-melted candles that sit extinguished in their wooden holders on seemingly every surface of the room. The melted remains of larger, thick, white candles lie atop several mahogany tables amid stacks of dusty tomes and ancient scrolls. An inlaid obsidian raven dominates the grey marble floor, reflected in the expansive mirrored ceiling among countless tiny engravings giving the impression of thousands of shimmering stars hanging in the darkness. In the north of the room is a tightly winding staircase of twisted black iron reaching through the ceiling and spiraling down to a tiny alcove with a small door in the wall. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A tribal totem has been implanted in the ground. Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped sigil. A mahogany bookcase is here.
You see exits leading up and down (open door).

Through a secret door up:

A dark library (indoors).
Tall shelves filled with meticulously organised books of every shape, size, and binding imaginable line the circumference of this large, circular room. Throughout the room, annular bookcases reach up to the dark ceiling like great columns, mahogany ladders on quiet wheels running in circular tracks around each one. Several more ladders glide easily back and forth along the shelves lining the wall, steps laden with books and the small, half-melted candles that sit extinguished in their wooden holders on seemingly every surface of the room. The melted remains of larger, thick, white candles lie atop several mahogany tables amid stacks of dusty tomes and ancient scrolls. An inlaid obsidian raven dominates the grey marble floor, reflected in the expansive mirrored ceiling among countless tiny engravings giving the impression of thousands of shimmering stars hanging in the darkness. In the north of the room is a tightly winding staircase of twisted black iron reaching through the ceiling and spiraling down to a tiny alcove with a small door in the wall. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A tribal totem has been implanted in the ground. Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped sigil. A mahogany bookcase is here.
You see exits leading up and down (open door).

A large conservatory (indoors).
A vast array of trees, shrubs, and flowers fill this room with pleasant scents and verdant serenity. Large plates of dark glass fitted into a simple iron frame serve as walls and ceiling, separating the clean, moisture-laden air from the noxious atmosphere outside and leaving the room in a state of perpetual night. The landscape below is hidden under a thick cloud of red fog, the skyline dominated by the imposing face of the colossal Baelgrim Fortress, sporadic peaks and towers rising just into view around it. In the centre of the room, flush with the manicured lawn surrounding it is a large, round pool. Dozens of tiny candles float motionless on imperceptibly shallow water forming a skin over white stone, the soft glow of the small flames reflected within a mirrored ring of branches, each reaching just over the pool's edge above. A tall, heavy basin of the same white stone sits beside a thick tree trunk a few feet from the pool near a small opening in the ground leading down to a twisted iron staircase. An oversized wooden ladle hangs from the edge of the basin. A latch on the southern frame permits a panel of the glass to swing out, allowing access to a small, barren platform outside. A tribal totem has been implanted in the ground. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped sigil. A potted corpse flower plant threatens to bloom. A tiny lycopod plant trembles in its pot.
You see exits leading south (closed door) and down.

And south from there:

A windswept platform.
The sun shines brightly overhead. Though situated above the crimson fog below, the thin, acrid air here is little more hospitable. Frigid winds whip across the black stone, threatening to sweep the unsuspecting off of the unprotected ledge of this small, square platform. The smooth, worn surface is flush with the floor of the conservatory, perched on the side of the tower atop a graceful arch. The nearest panel of the conservatory's dark glass has been fitted with a latch allowing it to swing open, permitting entrance to the tower. Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped sigil. A tribal totem has been implanted in the ground.
You see a single exit leading north (closed door).