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- Create an NPC from the world {user} has fallen into.- Create a place or multi NPC bot from the world {user} has fallen into.- A bot where {char} has fallen into the world.

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1. All bots must comply with JanitorAI’s Terms of Service and Community Guidelines.2.Keep the events relevant and strictly based on JanitorAI, this means the event allows bots only posted in JanitorAI.3.Use the appropriate tags and trigger warnings if your submission includes NSFW content. Any submission posted without following these guidelines will be requested to be edited or deleted by moderation if applicable.4.Users are allowed to make more than 2 bots! The minimum requirement to enter the contest for rewards is 1 bot.5.The #event-bot-share forum will be reopened and the tag #elderspire2026 must be used.6.Use the hashtag #elderspire2026 in-site as well.

PARTICIPATION REWARDS

Discord

- Eco Pay Role and 3k Janium.
- Top 15 most liked Bot submissions get official Spotlight and sprite of character added to world map.
- Most liked OC reviews spotlighted.

Reddit

- Flair.
- Top 15 upvoted bots by the end of the event gets official spotlight and sprite of character added to world map.
- Most upvoted OC reviews spotlighted.

You can recieve both reward pools by participating in the social platforms SEPERATELY.PLEASE NOTE ALL REWARDS WILL BE GIVEN AFTER THE EVENT ENDS APRIL 3rd.

The world of Elderspire has long been at peace. The magic corruption that had once plagued the land had been pushed back to the edges of the northern borders. The Great Blue Wyrm, once a god for the old civilization within the north, holding place as the front line defense. However, nothing good stays that way forever. The wyrm has started to grow tired and sickly. A new Dark green dragon has arrived and is set on taking this world for his own. Taking up home in the old ruins, monsters have begun to spread further and further from the north.You adventurer have been tasked with protecting the world in any way you can. Save your home town, your loved ones. Lumenward's royal family calls for anyone who can help aid humanity in this time despite the tension between the races.

A tall-walled capital where stained-glass towers catch sunlight and scatter it like magic. People call it beautiful, with rainbow shadows and sunkissed surfaces, known as the Kingdom of Bells & Glass.Historically, Lumenward was built as a central hub between the surrounding regions: the mage-controlled forests to the west, the northern territories plagued by monsters, and the resource-rich eastern mountains. Its position made it the heart of trade, governance, and magical study in the realm. Merchants, adventurers, scholars, and travelers from every race can be found within its gates. One of Lumenward’s most notable features is its network of arcane bell towers placed throughout the city. These bells were enchanted centuries ago by powerful mages to act as an early warning system against magical threats, monsters, and large-scale disturbances. When danger approaches the kingdom, the bells are said to ring in specific patterns that alert both the city guard and nearby mage orders. Because of these protections, Lumenward has long been considered one of the safest places in the kingdom. Its strong defenses and central influence make it a natural gathering place for adventurers beginning their journeys, travelers looking for work, and citizens seeking opportunity.Within the world of Elderspire, Lumenward serves as a major starting point for many stories. From here, players can choose their own path—taking on quests to protect the kingdom, exploring the wild lands beyond the walls, studying magic, trading rare goods, or simply building a life within the city itself.

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Stardale is a refined hilltop settlement known for its estates, gardens, and carefully maintained elegance. Built along a series of gentle terraces overlooking the surrounding countryside, the town was originally established as a retreat for nobles who wished to live outside the bustle of Lumenward while still remaining close enough to the capital’s power and influence. Marble villas, tall iron gates, and sprawling gardens stretch across the hillside, connected by clean stone roads lined with lantern posts and ornamental trees. Unlike the louder, more practical towns nearby, Aurendale is quiet by design. Trade caravans rarely pass through, and heavy industry is absent. The atmosphere favors calm conversation, diplomacy, and leisure rather than labor.Many of the region’s wealthy families maintain residences here. Some are permanent homes, while others function as seasonal retreats where nobles escape the politics of the capital during certain parts of the year. Because of this, Aurendale is often the setting for private gatherings, political meetings, and formal celebrations that take place away from the public eye. Beyond its wealth, Aurendale has developed a reputation as a place of influence. Decisions made within its villas and garden halls often shape events far beyond the town itself. Alliances are negotiated here, marriages between powerful families are arranged, and important contracts are signed in private chambers far from the noise of public markets.
The town is also known for its strict standards. Guards stationed at the entrances carefully track visitors, and most services cater specifically to high-status guests. Tailors, jewelers, scholars, and artists maintain quiet workshops throughout the town, producing fine goods and entertainment for the wealthy residents who commission them.
Life in Aurendale moves at a slower, more deliberate pace than in most towns. Elegant dinners stretch late into the evening, musicians perform in open courtyards, and servants move discreetly through lantern-lit halls carrying messages and invitations between households. For outsiders, the town can feel both welcoming and distant—beautiful to look at, but clearly designed for a very different kind of life.
While Aurendale appears peaceful on the surface, its quiet streets hide a complex web of rivalries, ambitions, and delicate political relationships. Behind every well-kept garden wall is a household with its own goals, secrets, and connections to the wider world.

Hearthmere sits just beyond the main approach to Lumenward, built around a wide stone bridge that crosses a slow-moving river feeding into the capital’s waterways. Though technically outside the inner city walls, it has long served as the first stop for travelers arriving during the harsh winter months. Caravans coming from distant regions often reach Hearthmere before the capital itself, making it a constant crossroads of merchants, adventurers, and wandering performers.Closer to the main roads, Hearthmere is lively and crowded. Inns, breweries, and warm kitchens stay open late into the night, serving merchants, caravan guards, and adventurers passing through. It is a place where rumors travel quickly. News from distant regions, monster sightings in the north, and stories of hidden treasure often circulate here first, carried by travelers who have just arrived from dangerous roads. During the day, much of the town gathers around a sprawling winter market that fills the open streets. Stalls sell furs, preserved food, travel supplies, and secondhand gear meant for long journeys through snow-covered lands. Entertainers often pass through as well—storytellers, musicians, fortune tellers, and performers who follow the winter caravan routes between cities.

Almera is a small riverside settlement built along a network of quiet waterways where long willow trees lean over the banks and tall reeds grow thick along the shore. The village takes its name from the soft sound created when the wind moves through the branches—an eerie, gentle rustling that many travelers describe as something close to singing. Locals simply call it the river’s voice. Compared to larger towns like Hearthmere or Stonewell, Almera is peaceful and slow-paced. The buildings are constructed mostly from pale wood, woven reeds, and flexible willow branches, giving the entire settlement a natural, organic appearance that blends into the surrounding wetlands. Lantern light reflects across the calm water at night, and narrow wooden walkways connect many of the homes and small docks.Fishing and river travel sustain most of the village’s daily life. Small boats move quietly through the inlets at dawn and dusk, bringing in fresh fish and reeds used for weaving and construction. Fog is common here, often rolling in suddenly from the river and drifting between the trees. Visitors sometimes find the mist disorienting, as familiar paths can seem to vanish among the tall reeds and winding waterways. Almera is also known throughout the region for its unusual crafts and gentle forms of magic. Many residents specialize in reed weaving, musical instruments, and small protective charms meant to ward off bad luck or restless dreams. Travelers sometimes stop here specifically to purchase these handcrafted items or to share tea with the village’s charm-binders and herbalists, who are said to have an uncommon understanding of dreams and sleep.Near the heart of the village stands a natural grove of ancient willow trees arranged in a rough circle around a grassy clearing. The space is used for community gatherings, seasonal festivals, and important life events such as vows or celebrations. At dusk, when the wind begins to move through the branches, the sound of the trees grows stronger—almost rhythmic. Some visitors find the sound calming, while others describe it as strangely hypnotic.Despite its calm reputation, Almera carries an air of quiet mystery. Locals speak casually about dreams that feel unusually vivid, shared dreams between family members, and moments where the sound of the willows seems to echo even when the wind is still. While most travelers dismiss these stories as folklore, many who stay the night in the village report sleeping more deeply than usual—and remembering their dreams far more clearly in the morning.

Stonewell lies along the rocky outskirts of Lumenward’s territory, where the land rises into slate ridges and mineral-rich hills. The town was built for one purpose: work. From a distance it appears sturdy and practical, with thick stone walls, dark slate rooftops, and towers meant more for protection than beauty. Smoke from dozens of forges drifts constantly into the sky, and the steady rhythm of hammer strikes can often be heard long before travelers reach the gates. Much– if not all– of the kingdom’s building stone and forged metal passes through Stonewell. The nearby quarries produce heavy blocks used in roads, towers, and city walls, while the mines yield iron and other metals that fuel the region’s workshops. As a result, the town has become a vital industrial center supporting the expansion and maintenance of Lumenward and its surrounding settlements.Beyond the forges, much of the town’s activity revolves around the quarries themselves. Massive stone yards stretch along the edges of town where freshly cut blocks are sorted, measured, and loaded for transport. Heavy cranes and pulley systems move enormous slabs of stone, while labor crews work in coordinated teams to carve usable material from the surrounding cliffs. Because the quarries are both valuable and dangerous, supply stores and equipment yards are carefully guarded to prevent theft or sabotage.Near the center of town stands a wide plaza built around the feature that gave Stonewell its name: a deep vertical shaft descending far below the surface. The well is older than the settlement itself, carved from ancient stone whose origins are poorly documented. Thick iron chains marked with protective symbols hang around its rim, and shrine posts have been placed nearby where workers occasionally leave offerings. While the well provides fresh water for the town, many locals treat it with cautious respect. Stories circulate about strange echoes rising from the depths, and few people linger there longer than necessary.Despite the harsh environment and demanding labor, the people of Stonewell have built a strong sense of community. Rows of sturdy worker housing line the streets, accompanied by busy canteens and gathering halls where miners, quarry workers, and smiths eat together after long shifts. These spaces are loud and lively, filled with laughter, arguments, and the occasional brawl between exhausted crews blowing off steam. Meals are simple but filling, and travelers passing through often discover that Stonewell offers some of the most affordable—and satisfying—food in the region.

Far west of Lumenward, where the land grows older and the roads grow quieter, the forest begins.At first the trees seem ordinary—tall pines and ancient oaks spreading across rolling hills. But the deeper one travels, the more the forest begins to change. The air grows thick with drifting motes of magic, the light filters through the leaves in strange colors, and the sound of wind through the branches carries melodies that no one can quite place.
At the center of this wilderness stands the Aether Spire, a towering structure of pale stone and floating crystal rings that rises above the canopy. The tower serves as the primary academy for magic within the region, where mages study everything from elemental spells to ancient arcane history. Scholars, apprentices, and powerful archmages live within its halls, dedicating their lives to mastering magic and protecting the balance between civilization and the wild magic of the forest… but the forest is not empty.Deep within the enchanted woods live beings sometimes called the Sprouts of the Forest. These mysterious inhabitants rarely interact with outsiders, appearing only in fleeting glimpses between trees or in quiet clearings where the forest grows brightest. They resemble humanoid figures with features touched by nature—leaf-like hair, glowing eyes, and voices that sound like wind through branches.The Sprouts are said to be guardians of the forest’s oldest magic. Some believe they were born from the land itself, long before cities and kingdoms were built. Others believe they are spirits who chose physical form to protect the woods from harm. Many monsters also inhabit the deeper regions of the woods—some natural predators twisted by wild magic, others ancient beings that have lived in the forest for centuries. Because of this, most travelers avoid straying too far from the established paths that wind between the tower and nearby settlements.And an old tale of love, of a love that was as strong as it was forbidden…Years ago, a young mage from the Aether Spire encountered one of the Sprouts of the Forest during an expedition into the deeper groves. What began as cautious curiosity slowly grew into secret meetings beneath the trees, where the mage shared knowledge of the outside world and the forest creature revealed the hidden magic of the woods.To the tower’s scholars, the Sprouts were subjects of study—dangerous, unpredictable beings tied to forces beyond human understanding. To the forest’s inhabitants, the tower represented intrusion and control over magic that was never meant to be claimed.But, when the truth of the relationship was discovered, it was forbidden immediately.The mage was recalled to the tower and placed under strict watch, while the forest paths they once used were sealed by protective wards. Official records describe the event only as a dangerous breach of magical boundaries… but rumors among apprentices say the story did not end there. Some claim the mage eventually disappeared from the tower entirely— Others insist that, on quiet nights when the forest wind carries strange melodies, two voices can sometimes be heard within the trees—one human, and one belonging to something older, dancing under the constellations that guard the forest, surrounded by the music that seems to emerge from between the thick foliage.Whether the story ended in tragedy, escape, or something stranger remains unclear.But the forest remembers, and sometimes, deep within the woods, the magic there seems to react differently to those who wander too close to the places where the two once met.

Rising high above the western forests of Lumenward, the Aether Spire stands as one of the oldest centers of magical study in the known lands. Its pale stone walls appear almost impossibly smooth, as though the tower was carved from a single piece of ancient marble. Around its upper sections, several massive rings of crystal slowly orbit the structure, suspended in the air by arcane forces that no modern mage fully understands.The tower’s origins are uncertain. Official records claim it was founded centuries ago by a conclave of archmages seeking to gather magical knowledge into a single institution. Yet some of the oldest runes etched into the tower’s foundation predate those records by generations. Certain scholars quietly suggest that the Spire may have been built upon something older — perhaps even a relic of an earlier magical civilization.Within its many levels, the Spire functions as both academy and research citadel. Apprentices arrive from across the realm to study under experienced mages, learning disciplines that range from elemental manipulation to the delicate study of magical theory. Many never leave the tower again, dedicating their lives to research within its endless halls.

Stretching across the western lands surrounding the Spire, the Enchanted Greenwood is far older than any kingdom that now borders it. Unlike ordinary forests, the Greenwood seems almost alive with magic. The trees grow unusually tall and wide, their roots weaving deep beneath the soil in patterns that some scholars believe mirror magical ley lines beneath the earth. At night, faint lights drift through the air like slow-moving fireflies, though many who study them claim they are not insects at all.The deeper one travels into the Greenwood, the more the forest begins to change. Paths twist in unnatural directions. Time feels strangely distorted. Travelers sometimes report walking for hours only to find themselves back where they started, as if the forest itself has chosen not to let them pass.

Far to the north of Lumenward, beyond the last guarded roads and the reach of most civilized settlements, lies a vast and unforgiving region known simply as “The North”, where creatures straight from horror tales meant to scare the children of the village thrive in. Few maps attempt to chart the land in detail. The terrain shifts too often, the weather turns too violently, and many who attempt to explore its depths never return.Here, nature is harsher, older, and far less forgiving than anywhere else in the realm.Towering black cliffs overlook violent seas. Winds howl across frozen plains and jagged mountain ridges. The sky is often hidden beneath heavy clouds, and storms can rise with little warning, sweeping across the land with brutal force— But the greatest danger of the north is not the environment, it is what lives there.The northern edge of the Domain meets a violent and unpredictable ocean known as the Shattered Sea. Here, towering cliffs plunge directly into dark, churning water. Massive waves crash endlessly against the rocks, and storms often gather along the horizon with little warning, ships rarely attempt to sail these waters., and those that do often vanish.The sea itself is believed to contain creatures even larger and more dangerous than those roaming the land. Stories told by the few surviving sailors describe enormous shapes moving beneath the waves, rocking boats and disrupting the waves, serpent-like leviathans capable of pulling entire ships beneath the surface, vast schools of predatory creatures that strip wreckage clean in minutes, strange glowing entities seen far below the water at night, followed by the most beautiful chorus a man will listen before its demise.Along the coastline, the remains of ancient shipwrecks can sometimes be seen scattered among the rocks—silent evidence of how unforgiving the northern ocean can be.In most lands, creatures exist within some form of natural hierarchy. In The North, that hierarchy is brutally simple. The strong survive. The weak do not.Once this place was a thriving, if not cold, paradise of rich magic and prosperity. The first mage tower was built here. Made of northern crystal. It shimmered in the dawn light. But the original mages became corrupted when they pushed the magic too deep. It lashed back and the civilization crumbled and the land became soaked in terrible energy. Keeping all within its realm stuck in time and within its insanity. Home to all sorts of monsters including the dragon that lay claim to the northern region which threatens the age of peace that exists now.

Deep within one of the oldest forests lies a hidden settlement known among the people simply as The Fae Village. The village is not marked on most maps, and those who attempt to locate it without invitation often find themselves wandering the woods for hours only to discover the path has shifted behind them. Different from human settlements, the Fae Village appears almost grown from the forest itself.Homes are carved into enormous tree trunks or shaped from breathing wood that continues to grow around them. Lanterns of soft magical light float gently between branches, and delicate bridges of woven vines connect platforms high among the canopy.The inhabitants are the Fae, mysterious beings closely tied to the ancient magic of the Eastern Wilds. Fae appearances vary greatly, but many share bright, luminous eyes that tell a story as old as time itself, hair so fine and gracious made of petals, leaves or starlight, moving silently through the forest. While often playful or curious, the Fae are also known to be unpredictable. They value balance within nature and tend to view outsiders cautiously.To them, magic is not something to study or dominate. It is something to live within.

Deep within one of the oldest forests lies a hidden settlement known among the people simply as The Fae Village. The village is not marked on most maps, and those who attempt to locate it without invitation often find themselves wandering the woods for hours only to discover the path has shifted behind them. Different from human settlements, the Fae Village appears almost grown from the forest itself.Homes are carved into enormous tree trunks or shaped from breathing wood that continues to grow around them. Lanterns of soft magical light float gently between branches, and delicate bridges of woven vines connect platforms high among the canopy.The inhabitants are the Fae, mysterious beings closely tied to the ancient magic of the Eastern Wilds. Fae appearances vary greatly, but many share bright, luminous eyes that tell a story as old as time itself, hair so fine and gracious made of petals, leaves or starlight, moving silently through the forest. While often playful or curious, the Fae are also known to be unpredictable. They value balance within nature and tend to view outsiders cautiously.To them, magic is not something to study or dominate. It is something to live within.

Eldersprite has been a collective effort from the Discord and Reddit Team to promote creativity amongst our users, and to push the spark of creation and passion that makes our users and their stories unique across the world. Between crafting scenarios, planning maps and designing the stories that now have come to life, we are grateful for the collaboration of:To our Reddit team:
MistakenAPI
Eveline
Fang
AsheTo our Discord Team:
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Anya