I would post some of the Kismet Manse rooms, but since they were Reiha's creation, she should post them here herself. I think she did a wonderful job with it.

Awww, thanks! But they're all still under construction and have bad grammar

Lrn2read.

Within a lichen-laiden maw of stone.
Thick, clammy air dominates this area and weighs heavily upon those who find themselves here, interrupted on rare occasions by surprisingly intense instances of roiling heat, as though some enormous beast were exhaling heavily. It is extremely difficult to see, as only faint patches of pulsing, coloured light provide any means of proper vision. Close examination would reveal the source of these emissions to be large patches of phosphorescent lichens: green, violet, and scarlet in hue. They cling to the plentiful layers of limestone and slate extending all around. To the west, the rock seems to end abruptly before a series of massive, jagged outcroppings extending from the floor and ceiling. Beyond this lithic set of fangs extends an impenetrable sea of shadow. To the east, the cavernous walls appear to constrict slightly as they wind away into a corridor. A single knotted hemlock extends to the ceiling in the centre of this chamber, its massive roots clutching at the slick rock around it with an enduring vice grip. You see a sign here instructing you to use the PORTAL command to enter the aetherplex system.
You see a single exit leading east.

Corridor of giant mushrooms.
Becoming warmer and less humid as you advance farther, the layers of limestone become noticeably fewer and thinner, leaving only slate. The sides of the corridor are crowded by numerous mushrooms, varying in height and diameter from several inches to several feet. They intermittently glow like the lichen of the previous chamber: some black, some gray, some white, though all possessing a smattering of crimson atop their caps. The faint scent of burnt carrion emanates from them. An occasional end of a root can be found peeking out from between the many sheets of slate along the walls as one looks off farther to the east. Occasional drafts of cold, moist air run through from the west to the east, shortly followed by drafts of dry, hot air churning out from the east to the west.
You see exits leading east and west.

Dense copse devouring the cavern.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. The corridor ends abruptly at a large chamber packed full of thin, gnarled trees. Their roots run rampant across not only the floor, but the walls and ceiling too, and indeed many of the trees themselves are anchored to these surfaces, leaving nary a hint of slate to be seen. Thousands of branches thus reach out towards the chamber's centre, meeting and intertwining into a pattern strongly reminiscent of a spider's web. Heavy, fleshy mauve sacs hang from several particularly sturdy branches through the chamber, pulsating like the lichens and mushrooms that came before - the myriad shadows cast by their sinister luminescence seeming to flow and move to their own accord. The air here is hot, thin, and arid. Any draft carrying in moisture from the west is swiftly consumed by the ravenous copse. A lavish throne sprawls here, its intimidating presence dominating the area.

Sequestered alcove amidst the roots.
The path in from the southwest now barely discernible from between the tightly woven roots and branches in the way, this small circular chamber is clearly meant to be kept hidden. The walls and ceiling here are yet dominated by roots, a few patches of glowing lichen clinging to them. The floor, however, is a single smooth sheet of slate. A tiny pool of dark, viscous liquid borders the northern most roots, bubbling softly and giving off a heavy ferric aroma. Black shamrocks run about the perimeter of the chamber profusely. Though still hot and arid, the air here somehow seems less oppressive. A sturdy bookshelf covered with dark slate dominates one wall, its shelves dimly lit by a concealed luminescence.

I described Bali's manse too :>

In the midst of a shadowed hallway
White marble walls extend and yawn into the towering heights overhead, shadows swimming and dancing in eclectic intervals within the disappearing ceiling. Mosaics of crystal and paint mix together on both walls, casting a story of prophecies and tales long forgotten in the echo of history. The floor gleams with porcelain and pearl motifs, weaving in a dance of lines and eccentric patterns that disappear in the darkness ahead. Four solomn statues rest in alcoves, two on the left wall and two on the right wall. Each statue has been carved with a masterful hand to mimic a realism that boasts proudly of the work given to each. The first statue is that of a cloaked woman, her face cast downwards, as she stares off into space. The second statue is that of a young man in full nudity, his hands twisted before him fervent prayer to an unseen presence that lingers behind him in wisps of smoke. The third statue is that of an elderly woman who's eyes are devoid of expression, save of a lone tear that traces itself down her right cheek. The final statue is that of Lacostian, the Mysterial Lord, who holds a gargantuan pearl in his hands and watches it with a loving smile. Above each alcove, stained glass windows allow just enough light in to tantalize the darkness with scenes of the Glomdoring's massive forest. A heady mixture of burning myrrh and rose water mixes in the air, creating a deep purple haze that rests just above the ground in wisps of smoke and incense. The hallway vanishes off to the northwest through a towering ebony door.

A pergola among halcyon orchards.
Verdant hills and an orchard of various fruits make this area smell sweet and fresh. Trees grow high and plentiful and the soft grass has been trimmed neatly to provide a walkway to the serene pergola that rests atop the highest hill in the centre of the copse. Grey stones make the steps to the golden shelter, weathered by age and covered in moss. The pergola itself provides a shady area for sitting, built to be towering and high, allowing an eyeful of the surrounding landscape. Fireflies have made their home above the haven, and so many have been attracted that it's enough to light up the area from nighttime until dawn.