Elseinoir
A downloadable game
better start with a poem, so I can copyright
"Elseinoir, Elseinoir,
once a place,
but now no more"
good enough for now
What is Elseinoir
Elseinoir is a parallel Old World—an entire continent of steep hills, cold rivers, dense forests, and monsters. The focus of the game, on a beautiful virtual gameboard (i want it to look and feel like a Breugels's painting), a city by the Sea, with seven ancient hills, each topped with its own towering castle, watching over winding neighborhoods, muddy markets, ship docks, and smoky workshops. Streets twist like a labyrinth; some districts thrive with trade and invention, others hide forgotten alleys where strange lights flicker at night.
The era is a *pseudo-15th century*: part medieval, part early-industrial, full of gears, lanterns, alchemy, and ambitious minds dreaming of progress. Elseinoir has no churches or gods; its people rely on reason, craft, and cleverness to survive. Powerful bloodlines hold influence—quiet aristocrats whose history stretches further back than anyone can confirm. They guide the city through diplomacy, science, and unseen rivalries.
Beyond the walls lie rival Old World nations, each with its own ambitions. The New World exists only as rumor—distant lands across the ocean that no ship returns from unchanged.
As the Player, you enter a living city that grows across centuries. Neighborhoods rise and fall, inventions ignite revolutions, and alliances shift like smoke. Influence the districts, guide your characters, and shape the fate of the Old World as Elseinoir marches toward the dawn of a new century.
Ai generated concept art while I feel out the feeling,
| Status | Released |
| Author | DerrickMoore |






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Eh, work in progress on the poem (poetry is the best way to copyright a word, or phrase, imo)
Where does the name come from? Old joke about Torpeinhow Hill (except thats a silly name), and its vaguely reminiscent of Hamlet, which id like to channel into the game)
"Elseinoir, Elseinoir!
Once a place, but now no more;
its seven hills in shadows shy,
Its puckered towers silhouette the sky.
In those streets of mist al9ng the shore.
The forgotten footsteps shorn of worn stone.
We walked thro as though the world were dream,
And the Dreamer holding on.
Wherefor far away the city sleeps,
sensceless dreamers creep between
folds of fever-dream soaken sheets?
A place I knew, but have not seen"