Scarcity is the first island to have collective lore built by community members. The first stories focused on the war between Gnome Factions for the resources of the island. Lore created by The Philosopher, inspired on Bitpixi's writings. You can also read here the lore made by community members.
The Gnomes and Scarcity Factions
A long time ago, when Scarcity was called Abundance, there were no factions, and all gnomes lived a life of happiness and abundance. Abundance grew in technology and wealth, and the gnomes developed wonderful machines with god-like capabilities.
But Necro, a gnome interested in the old dark arts, was not satisfied with talking to the dead. Her wife and son were killed in a lab accident, and he wanted to resurrect them. This was not an easy task, and for doing so Necro gathered a large group of gnomes to go to Flora to meet the great immortal druid, Klava. He was alive since immemorial ages, and he is known for being immortal and for having an open passage to the underworld.
While the decades passed and the new dark gnomes learnt about life and death with Klava, some gnomes from Abundance decided to start mining their fellow lands. These gnomes liked the work on the mines, and Drog convinced them all in a town meeting that they should mine the empty land from the gnomes that followed Necro and the other leaders that went out the island. Although many people disagreed, there was a large group of gnomes following Drog, and the other ones, as they were not affected, decided not to act against Drog and the new Earth Faction.
The mayor of Abundance, Tilt, only cared about the expansion of the Empire, and he was not on the island when Drog called the town meeting. Tilt and the army were looking for Atlantis and its people deep inside the ocean. The old legends tell that Atlantis people had a marvelous treasure, full of magic items; and gnomes love to transform magic into technology. The Water Faction was formed by Tilt’s followers that were looking for magic in the depths of the ocean. But they were not a faction until they returned and saw Abundance turned into Scarcity.
The Air Faction was formed a long time ago by Crisa, and maybe it was the 2nd specialized profession from the gnomes’ island. They were air vehicle builders. Thanks to the Air Gnomes, society developed a lot and it was possible to build the amount of wealth they had. Thanks to their powerful machines, the gnomes could explore the metaverse and they could mine every Voxels island before they are minted. The air vehicle builders were responsible for the 1st expansion of the Abundance Empire and they were the first rulers of the new empty conquered islands. So, when Drog’s voting took place, they were not there to speak their mind, and they did not see what was going on until the many factions were together again, one more time, in the new Scarcity.
All the weapons and mining instruments of Abundance island were made by wonderful blacksmiths, specialized in metal work. As the island got empty, because Necro, Tilt, Crisa and their followers left the island, the blacksmiths decided to get together with the Earth faction to mine the Abundance lands, which were empty for more than 100 years. They were having children at this time, that needed the land, metal and crystals to develop their activities. They were asking for a new land law, when Drog, from the Earth faction, decided to vote for the new land reform law. The blacksmiths, led by Anna, built their new Fire faction and joined the miners, from the new Earth faction.
The Cyber Faction was formed by Tempus, after the great war. When Necro, Tilt and the air gnomes returned to Abundance, they saw that the Earth faction and Fire faction had mined their land and controlled it. Fire and Earth gnomes became rich, and the Air, Water and Dark gnomes became poor. After 10 years of suffering, Tilt and Crisa decided to attack the fire and earth gnomes, and Necro blamed them all and decided to use his new dark machine to invoke the dead. The war took 1000 years, and Abundance turned into Scarcity after that. The only chance to get Scarcity back to the old days, as Tempus believes, is going back in time and doing something to forbid the gnomish split in the old days. He built a faction composed of the remaining gnomes from the old factions that wanted to stop fighting against the undead and prevent the war in the first place. Can Abundance/Scarcity be saved?
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The Leaders from the Factions
About the leaders of the many factions that spread through Scarcity, and who created the war, when we know a bit more about their story, we can understand some of the mysteries around Scarcity Island.
Tilt was never a warrior, but a diplomat. His travels through the metaverse always brought good trades for Abundance. The decision to look for Atlantis was not without reason. For years, the gnomes have been trying to boost their super machines with large amounts of energy that could be kept in small crystals. The Atlantis have or at least know where the Cube of Days is located. Titl wants power to Abundance, and he'll find it in the depths of the ocean. When back home, Scarcity is what he will find.
The legends say that Anna was born from fire and metal. Her mother was making the first sword of Abundance, the Magical Sword of Light, when she gave birth to Anna. This sword was inherited by Anna, and it has secret runes, which her mother taught her to read, about blacksmith's creations. Anna built a generation of blacksmith gnomes, and she provided all the instruments for mining development and army creation, the foundation of Abundance growth and expansionism.
Drog, beyond being a miner, was a political philosopher and a statesman. The gnomish growth was faster than the foreseen. After Crisa left the island, and Drog convinced most of the gnomes of the unfairness of disconnecting property rights from the social function of property, his left wing thoughts spread through Abundance, and they took the land of the absent gnomes. Drog was acclaimed and everybody had a home, metal, and crystals now. However, this would not last...
Crisa doesn't like to be called a leader. She thinks democratically, and all of her proposals are debated among the faction. She invented the 1st gnomish air vehicle. It was a collective decision that made the air faction to get the air vehicles to conquer the non minted islands. They thought they could get resources to Abundance before the high population growth, which was foreseen for the next 200 years. But to leave Abundance was not a good idea, as Crisa would notice...
Tempus decided to not go to war. He thought the only way to end the war and defeat the undead was to gather together all the gnomes left from the old factions, and try to come back in time, and forbid the gnomish split. He really developed a time machine, with a piece of the Cube of Days. Abundance will be back again!
Necro's story is one of the saddest of all Scarcity Tales. And maybe it is one of the most relevant to explain why there are undead people ghosting around. And that is the reason I let this story for last. He lost his wife and son in an alchemical accident, doing research. He could not forgive himself for letting them die, and he gathered all the gnomes interested in resurrecting their loved ones to a quest within Flora, in order to find one of the last immortal druids in human form, Klava. The druids know all about life and death, and they for sure could resurrect his loved ones. But he didn't know the size of the sacrifice he would have to make, in order to create such magic: to burn all his possessions; for a gnome, that is not an easy task. And he couldn't fulfill it completely. He kept his magic ring, and the resurrection didn't happen as he expected. He could only get his wife back, but she was never the same again. They studied the arts of death, to try to bring back their son, but unsuccessfully. When they returned to Abundance, then Scarcity, with their followers, all of their lands had been mined by their fellows from the fire and earth factions. They were furious, and decided to call upon the dead to fight their old friends. Thus the Dark Faction was created, and that was how the war began. This mess in the underworld woke up Anubis, who is flying through the Glitch Galleries, gathering the undead to take the gnomes' island.
The Underworld, Anubis, and Necro's Family
Necro's experiments on the undead forces awakened Anubis, a god that was sleeping for thousands of years. Anubis was the first god made by Self. Self thought it was beautiful to live and die, and it decided that its world would have these properties. It built an entire Underworld in the VOID and created a god to rule over it. Anubis was sleeping because he ruled the Underworld by dreaming. With the gnomish war and Necro's experiments, the Underworld started to become crowded and disorganized. Ghosts, vampires, zombies, they were all in the same area, fighting against each other. Anubis awoke full of rage for watching the decay of the Underworld, and he decided to get revenge against the gnomes. That was how Anubis came into the war. So the gnomes were fighting against each other and against the undead brought to life by Anubis.
There is a reason why the Underworld is so near Scarcity, and why it is so easy to cross the barriers there. Scarcity was built on top of a dark earth, conducive to glitch worms. Such beings were the first inhabitants of the VOID feeding from VOID matter. They dug so deep into the VOID structure that they landed in the black earth of Scarcity. They were also the first inhabitants there and the glitch galleries are glitchy because of their presence. They lived for many years feeding on the dark earth, thus they facilitated the work of the gnomes in the mines and opened many passages to the VOID. Many gnomes use parts of the worms for their machines, but Necro was the first one to use the worms to open a portal to the world of the dead and enter the Underworld, Anubis' collection of parcels inside the VOID. Anubis and Necro joined forces.
Everybody knows Necro's story, but not everybody knows how it ends. In his search for happiness with his family, many terrible things were made by him. While alive, Necro and his wife could never live truly happy. They could only be happy after Necro accepted they could only really live as a family in the Underworld. However, in order to live there, Necro had to die and help the undead against the living, which was not good for Scarcity.
Necro's wife, Cynthia, after resurrected as an undead, still had feelings for her husband and son, but the zombie feelings are pretty strong, and it was hard to live a happy life, until Necro accepted to join her in the Underworld with their son. Now they are fighting against their old brothers from Scarcity, in the name of Anubis, but at least they are a family again and they have a nice parcel in Anubis' kingdom.
Adam, Necro's son, has just lived for a day before dying with his mother. Necro knew Adam was waiting for his family in the Underworld. Nowadays, Adam is the right arm of Anubis, part of the army of the dead. As a servant of Anubis' Justice, Adam rules all over the souls. Necro's wife, Cynthia, asked him for his husband's soul and for their possibility of finally being happy. Adam wanted a family, and Anubis blessed the return of this family union, but, of course, under his rule. That was how Necro could become an undead and enter the Underworld. Are they finally going to find happiness?
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The Scrolls of Azzrak I (Skaz One's Voxels Lore)
My name is Azzrak. It has been so long since I have seen my home that I have lost count of the years. It maybe hundreds, thousands of years, but I wouldn’t know. Why I have decided to stay alive and alone for so long is a long and complicated story. But I feel if I do not tell it, that I shall die before it is told. I have yet to make it back to Scarcity and I’m told I would barely recognize it anymore. I believe what I’ve heard, every word of it. It’s too wild and fantastical to be made up. They say the new name, Scarcity, is much more suitable than the old name, Abundance. Again, I know it is hard to believe. But I have some unbelievable tales of my own, so who am I to question the stories told by others.
Everyone is a stranger to me, it’s likely everyone I ever cared about is dead. It was a small list of gnomes, but I hope they lived full and happy lives. When I found the fountain my plan was to somehow bring it’s power to my loved ones. I quickly discovered that the water from the fountain melted any container I attempted to keep it within. I found the water would evaporate once brought outside of the cave I found the fountain inside of. And I had heard that once I found the fountain, if I left I would not be able to find it again. It is a mystery I have not felt is worth risking, the afterlife is a mystery I have felt is not worth finding out about, but I’ve become so desperately lonely. And all of my plans were foiled long long ago. My mentor who sent me on my quest is now long since dead, it is time to go home. But first I must record my story as I barely believe it myself and I may die before I can prove it to be true.
The fountain doesn’t make one death proof, just immortal. If someone were to murder me I would die like any average gnome. But natural causes will never remove me from this Earth and though suicide has always been an option, I’m not keen on it. Bringing immortality to gnomes is my task and is still my task and will forever be my task until it is fulfilled. I will fulfill my promise to Necro. I wonder if Necro is still alive or if immortality had somehow been discovered elsewhere. Maybe it was created instead of discovered. I was not the only gnome tasked to explore and there were others tasked to create. Maybe some sort of sorcery or alchemy had paid off by now, but if so, then why all of the strange tales from the occasional stranger. As long as I don’t reveal the entrance to the cave, it seems to me that the strangers are blind to it. It doesn’t seem to matter what sort of creature comes to visit, they never see the door. Not even when I failed on my efforts to keep it concealed, it was as if the door had a mind of its own. After all of this time, I still don’t fully understand the door, the cave or the fountain. In fact, I’d very accidentally found out the location of the fountain.
The former guardian of the fountain had inadvertently given away the secret of finding the door to the cave. Maybe it was on purpose, the former guardian of the fountain had seemed eager to leave it behind. The fountain was not a gift, it was a curse and I hadn’t even bothered to ask why the former guardian left me. I didn’t even ask for his name or for his purpose because I was so wrapped up in my own problems. If only I had truly known what eternity was back then, my problems likely wouldn’t have seemed so important. All I had been concentrated on at the time was my own glory and future fame. That desire for validation was my downfall.
None of that matters now, I’ve gained some perspective and I’m going home. I’m empty handed, but I have a mind full of many years of knowledge and experience. I can hear the fountain calling to me to stay and guard the location of it’s secret, but I’m done serving the fountain. I will now do what is best for myself. All manner of creature have searched for the fountain over the years and it will be found once again, someone else can heed the call, I’m going home.
In the time it took me to think these thoughts I have traveled quite far away from the fountain. I no longer hear it calling to me and am now quite certain I wouldn’t be able to locate it again. Never again will gnomes need wonder nor search for The Fountain of Youth. Good riddance.
What will they think when I arrive in Abundance? So much time has passed. I can’t stop thinking of the rumors of war and factions of gnomes. I can’t help but believe in them because the schism had begun before I left, I just didn’t want to admit it to myself back then. We had such wonderful machines and technology in abundance. It was a flying machine that brought me to the mountains, further than any gnome had ever traveled. That’s a record I never wanted to hold, but I guess I never really had a choice. It wasn’t just Necro… She was my mother.
I hadn’t thought of any of this beforehand, the most important of all being the only other immortal being I know of. Klava could easily be waiting for me. I have no idea how Klava will react to another immortal having come into existence. I could also be harboring knowledge that Klava hasn’t yet divulged to the other gnomes. Maybe I will simply be banished to the underworld and that will be that.
I guess there is no point in thinking of it as that won’t be an issue until I get back home. If I ever get back home… Nonetheless I will likely have to explain myself to Klava as it is likely the Druid will be the only one left who knows who I am. On the bright side, the air is becoming thicker. I must be climbing lower and the altitude level must be changing as I hike further down the mountainsides. I never had to climb these mountains, I flew, so I guess I’m only doing the easy part. But it has become dark and it’s getting hard to see. There are plenty of small caves for shelter and I can gather firewood for a small fire. It’s warmer now that I’m not so high up on the mountain.
I do not need to eat or drink, though these are still enjoyable acts to me. I simply won’t ever die of starvation, thirst or the symptoms thereof. But I can freeze to death, or at least that has been something I felt it was not necessary to test out. And even an immortal such as myself becomes tired after hiking all day even if I can’t technically die of exhaustion. Sleep still feels good and dreaming is one of my favorite pastimes.
I awoke with a start as well as with a feeling of disappointment. I had been having the most wonderful dream of the old days. The days before I left on my quest. Those days are always the best in my dreams, the reality was not all the amazing. I was never exactly well liked by the other gnomes. I wasn’t a social pariah, but I don’t possess the ability to exchange meaningless pleasantries and small talk. This made me socially awkward amongst the others and even among those of other species.
As I’ve grown older and wiser, I learned to mask my social awkwardness. But many still found my theories and my blunt honesty off putting. It seems to me that gnomes would rather listen to themselves talk than actually be heard by another gnome. Gnomes can be easily aggravated and I like to solve problems. The concept of venting has always been lost upon me, I understand that the expression of one’s feelings is important. But if there is a solution to feeling bad then why not try to feel good? When I point those types of things out to other gnomes it makes them not want to be around me. In fact, I know my father sent me away to find the Fountain in order to rid himself of a minor annoyance. But I also know that he sees me as competent enough to complete such a task. Anyway, I didn’t mind leaving.
I guess I must sound somewhat nostalgic to someone who doesn’t know me, but I’m not that sentimental. Sometimes I miss certain aspects of being young and sometimes I don’t think about it much at all. I find it much more interesting to dwell upon my theories. I have seen many things in my years and some of them are quite inexplicable. For instance, nobody I know of has flown as far or high as I have. And I swear I could see the end of the world in the distance sometimes. I know that there are many stories of the edge of our world and the creators of our world, but none can be sure. Death is a mystery and thus life is a mystery as well. A gnome is not born with an inherent sense of purpose, but I believe that all sentient life desires a reason for existing. I think it is a way to reassure oneself that one exists at all…
I know I exist, because I feel real and I have real experiences. But what makes my dreams any less real than my reality? My dreams of home are much more enjoyable than my reality, so then why couldn’t I simply rearrange the two in my mind? In my opinion, I have done this. I have changed my perception and so I am always disappointed to wake up from a good dream. In a sense, I die everyday even though I’m an immortal. It is these thoughts, coupled with the strange things I’ve seen in the sky and on my travels, that make me somewhat strange. I don’t need the same reassurances as the average gnome and so I forget to provide others with the assurance they need to emotionally survive in this world.
Whatever this world may be and whoever created it, I don’t think something so complex comes into existence by coincidence. Some gnomes are superstitious or religious, but I am something else. I’ve seen many beings with many purposes and they all fulfill their part in the larger circle of life. None of them sure of what they were doing or where they were going. The only gnome he had known to be certain about anything was Necro and Klava always seemed to have a vague notion of a higher state of being. At this point I have more in common with the Druid than I have in common with my own flesh and blood. Maybe I have had too much time alone to think about life and maybe I have lost my mind. But there is no way to be sure of anything until I make it home. I need to return to my roots, I need a reference point for my new found perspective on existence.
I’m enjoying the change of scenery. This is quite unexpected. I should be out of the mountains within a few days time. I like to avoid the beaten trail so as to avoid other travelers, but it is quite impossible to avoid every living thing in the world.
Fortunately for me, dealing with other gnomes is still a long ways off. I’m speaking in time and in distance, I’m still far from home and there is an entire ocean to cross. The coastal dwellers will likely be the first organized colonies I will encounter. I like to avoid the big cities, but smaller villages and colonies are ok. I could always see myself growing old and dying in a small village somewhere out of the way. I have experienced this peaceful death in my dreams even though in reality, I will have to be killed to die. I’m guaranteed a painful death, but I don’t want to live eternally. Eternity is a hard concept to grasp and thus it is a hard concept to explain to non immortals. I’m not going to make an attempt, but I see time in a different way than the average gnome would see it. Because I experience time from a completely different disposition than the average gnome. Immortality, as I’ve said, is a gift and a curse. Klava said this and Necro did not agree, but I agree. But my father is blinded by love, ambition and bitterness. I am not my father, though his ambition seems to have rubbed off on me.
As I have said, I was treated with indifference for most of my life. I took up my quest partially out of duty to my parents, but also to further my own agenda. I am afraid of failure and it has taken me a very long time to face that fear. All I desire is to be remembered throughout history for the rest of time. But now…
Time has become irrelevant to me, all I have is time. I faced that fact long ago, but to come back home with and without the gift of immortality is true failure. I am immortal and yet I will likely never see the fountain again nor will I be able to share my immortality with Necro. I am going to be a walking failure, a constant reminder of how close I came to saving mother. But that’s also assuming there is anyone left at home. If the rumors are true, everyone I hope to remember me is likely dead.
I’m going to put it out of my mind until I make it to the coast. There is no point in dwelling upon all of the years of rumors, when truth is a few days away.
Allegedly the coastal cities and villages have long been overrun by outsiders, but it is hard to believe the stories. I think I may have met one of these outsiders in the mountains and I saw more of them from a distance. It was a male, just like me, the outsider. But he was not a gnome and had readily admitted to being from another dimension. I think he was a bit touched in the mind, but Klava sometimes seemed crazy too. This being was not of a species I’ve ever seen, but it definitely doesn’t mean it was from another dimension. A world within another world was hard even for an immortal to believe. A parallel universe maybe, there is some scientific evidence for such a thing, but a world within a world that could possibly even be within another world? That had to be the ramblings of the totally insane.
Gnomes have access to technology, magic and all kinds of tools, but to create a world within our own had never occurred to me. It was a thought nobody has ever expressed to me amongst my people either. It was absurd at the time and it is still an absurdity as I think of it today.
There was something more absurd too, I noticed that it seemed to think it was in possession of a vessel rather than living in it’s own body. It is hard for me to explain, but when I looked into it’s eyes there was a vacancy. And as I further studied it’s eyes, I saw what I thought was a second set of eyes watching me from a far off distance. I think I may have spent too many years alone with only my thoughts and the fountain and the echos of the cave. I do not feel as if I have lost my mind, but then again, I’ve never seen a crazy person who knew they were crazy. All of the gnomes in the mental health wards would tell you themselves that they are perfectly sane. Only to introduce you to their imaginary friend in the next sentence. I’ve always been eccentric, another few quirks couldn’t possibly hurt me could they?
I’m in the foothills now and will soon enter the forest. I’ve made camp under an outcropping of rocks on a hill that oversees the coast. I have yet to see any living things other than various plants and animals. Nothing dangerous and that is the way I would like to keep it, but as it is getting darker I’m seeing a lot more lights along the coast. It seems there has been a population boom in the coastal villages and I can no longer count on finding a quiet harbor. However the upside to being down out of the mountains and closer to the coast was the food. My menu has been mainly whatever I could forage in the mountains. Mainly berries and shrubs and small rodents. I have become very adept at trapping mountain mice.
I found that I could entice the mountain mice with some berries and a small encantation I learned from Klava. I am not well practiced in magic, but I know this spell particularly well now that I’ve used it so many times. It is akin to hypnotic sorcery, but much more mild and easy to control. Enough to guide a creature with such a small brain and therefore small will to the berries without noticing the deadfall trap. I hope that the encantations kept them hypnotized as the rock crushed them, but there is no way to know for sure. I’ve made mouse jerky, mouse stew, mouse kebabs and grilled mouse. I’ve cooked the mountain mice every which way a gnome knows how and I’m tired of the limited diet.
Today, however, I found a creek and the creek had a few different types of fish and shelled creatures like snails. Tonight I’m cooking snails and fish! I found some allspice growing now that I’m in a warmer climate and I still have some hazelnut butter I made in the mountains. I can smell the spices mixing with the sweet smell of the hazelnut butter and the bittersweet odor of grilled meat. It’s a lot better than the gamey smell of cooked mountain mice and berry paste. I have some small guppies that dried in the sun throughout the afternoon which I will season and bury under the coals of my cooking fire. That will make a good snack for my travels. Tonight however, I’m dining on rainbow trout, nice big ones too.
A fishing rod is much safer and easier to control than a magic spell. Fishing rods are simple to make and they last as long as you want or as long as one doesn’t catch a fish so big that it snaps the wood of the rod. That only happens in deeper waters though. I have plenty of cordage woven over years of boredom. There was no shortage of raw materials like sage bark to weave into cordage and thus all I had to do was break off a solid branch of a tree for my fishing pole. I’m sheltered, warm and full of good food now.
I will have a deep sleep tonight and thus I will have the best kinds of dreams. The dreams that are most similar to waking life are my favorite. I can control what happens in that world and seldomly make mistakes. I’m truly alive when in a deep slumber. Irony is not lost on the immortal…
The Scrolls of Azzrak II (Skaz One's Voxels Lore)
Azzrak was not worried about what lay ahead, not nearly as much as he should have been. You see, when a being becomes immortal, their perspective on the world changes. Their perspective on time, relationships, family and the universe becomes changed permanently. As their body and being has been changed permanently. Azzrak is wise enough to know that he has both a gift and a curse in immortality. However, his new found perspective has made him arrogant and disconnected. Not to mention, he has been living in a cave for millennia and that isn't good for the mind.
Anyhow, I’ve gotten ahead of myself and now I must digress. I have not made proper introductions, nor have I told you anything to warrant your continued attention to my ramblings. You see, I’m been told I’m very eccentric and sometimes I do things in an improper order. I simply get ahead of myself you see… and Azzrak is much like myself and this very much excites me. I wish I could give you a name to call me by, though I have been given many names, you may simply refer to me as The Eccentric.
I have come to realize over the years that I represent all that is strange and glitchy in this world. Whether anyone realizes it or not, I watch them, I do not guide their lives as I am content to watch. However I do permit myself the pleasure of a private journal. Private until now that is. Now that Azzrak has left the Fountain of Youth behind to head back to his home, I must come out of the shadows. This particular gnome is both old in years and young in maturity, though he does have the wisdom of ages it is sometimes hard to unlock said wisdom. The mind can be prison you know.
As I said, I am The Eccentric and it has been many years since anyone has spoken to me or paid me any mind. I like my privacy and my solitude, but now there is too much happening for me to ignore it any longer. Much has changed in the world I’ve grown to love… and more changes are coming so soon. Though so few will understand my urgency, I must make haste with my explanation.
I am your guide, your narrator. I am The Eccentric. Consider me your humble guide to this brave new world. And you might consider me one who has a special interest in Azzrak. As much as Azzrak may know of this world, what knowledge he lacks could cause him trouble and cause irreparable damage to our fragile Metaverse. I am here to prevent terrible consequences as I am also immortal. If this world fails, my essence, along with the essence of all other energy will be left behind, so to speak. You see, energy can neither be created nor destroyed. Even on the quantum level, the patterns just get deeper and deeper, but they never disappear. These patterns are the building blocks of our Metaverse and they will always exist in one form or another. If destroyed and then subsequently left stagnant, only those of us who are immortal would still have awareness. Thus the immortals would experience all the pain and anguish of an existence snuffed out. The rest of the beings in the Metaverse would lose their awareness forever or until there was a reset. Only Self has been able to survive that kind of madness without completely scrambling one’s system…
But Self is a God among immortals. I’m merely The Eccentric. I can watch, I can guide and I can live to tell the tale. But sadly, I am no God, I cannot save the world nor can I put the world in peril. However, Azzrak has the power to make real changes in this world. Azzrak, long lost son of Necro and the current steward to the Fountain of Youth, though he seems to have abandoned his post. Though this is neither here nor there, Azzrak is not the first servant of the Fountain and I doubt he shall be the last. Immortality is something that all creatures yearn for, though I’ve never understood why. To a gnome such as Necro, it is merely a means to an end. But to one such as I, The Eccentric, it is but a quill put to parchment in hopes of one day finding an audience. For Azzrak though, immortality has become a power and with a great power such as his, comes a great responsibility.
Anubis has awakened, new Anons show up everyday, there is conspiracy afoot and religion, as always, is the opiate of the masses. There is even extra terrestrial life causing Self only knows what kind of nonsense. The natural order has been thrown into chaos and Azzrak is but a pawn in the game of life. A pawn with the destiny of a King…
The Eccentric, I am The Eccentric. I cannot walk, but that is no longer troublesome for me. I care only for Azzrak, I have become obsessed in my old age. Immortals age, it is simply not a visible form of aging. The mind ages, the mind can be a prison. I AM TRAPPED IN MY PRISON! I… need a stiff drink if I am to continue with my duty. Enough exposition. For now, I must slumber, even an immortal being becomes fatigued.
Time for this old cripple to eat a hotdog and have himself a constitutional.
I know I am dreaming, but a lucid dream is the best kind of dream. It seems so real, I wish it were, but I am aware that I will eventually wake up. I am still in the foothills, my body slumbers, but my unconscious is still on a journey. Klava refers to this as Astral Projection. And he said that all beings have the power to such a thing, but most haven’t spent the time to try. Everything in this world is connected, I know this to be a fact. All of the gnomes, other creatures, even newcomers would be connected. We all come from the same place after all. Or at least, that’s how Klava explained it. I’ve heard the origin story so many times that I have committed it to memory. It often sneaks it’s way into my subconscious, but this often provides for a better narrative for my dreams. So I do not mind, actually I welcome the intrusion.
I’m running through the woods, I’ve gone miles from my camp site in mere seconds, because this is a dream of course. I am on the outskirts of a coastal city, a large coastal city, not the kind of town or village I would normally prefer. No matter, I am in control here. I fly to the top of the tallest building nearest me in order to get my bearings. But what I saw was utterly breathtaking, but at the same time confusing and terrifying. So many familiar and yet somehow unfamiliar places and things. Before I could go any further than the rooftop I awoke with a sudden start and realized I was sitting bolt upright. I am soaked in sweat and the early morning breeze chills me to the bones. I need to make a fire and eat something before my I get sick and lose an entire day of travel. My dream has given me a sudden sense of urgency and I must reach the coast as soon as possible.
I’ve made a fire and managed to eat something. I’m still ill at ease, but I can’t think about that right now. I need to concentrate on the task at hand. Breaking camp and getting on the road proved to be quick and I made hasty work of it. I’m well on my way into the coastal region now. I need to get back home a lot faster than I had originally anticipated. Something feels incredibly wrong and not only that, but NOTHING looks familiar to me. There should be at least one familiar landmark, even after all this time. People, places and things change, but the land tends to stay the same or at least similar enough to recognize. It’s as if my world is being terraformed as I speak. And not only can I smell the coast, I can hear it. I need to figure out what I’m dealing with and fast.
There’s someone in the distance. I need a guide, hopefully this character isn’t going to cause me any harm. It’s not like it can kill me, but it could conceivably make my life much more difficult than need be…
I wasn’t expecting to meet a gnome and I did not. It would have been nice though. However, I’ve never met a talking mushroom before. And he’s really a lively creature. His jokes are hilarious and even better, he knows where to take me. I still don’t recognize anything, but the distance from here to Scarcity is apparently the same as it always was. I wish I had my flying machine, but I will have to settle for chartering a boat. The Mushroom, has told me of a lighthouse where we can find a sea worthy ship. Maybe even a speedboat, it depends whats around. Apparently there are a lot more resources and many have even been left laying around for the use of whomever happens upon them. The Mushroom says a speedboat would be fastest and fast is what I need!
The Mushroom has spent most of the trip talking about The Wild Wizard. Someone I’ve never met, but he sure sounds creative. Apparently, many more creatives have come to the world since I went into hiding in the cave. Not that I knew much outside of Scarcity and the little I could see from my flying machine on my trip across the world. Oh, and the histories that Klava had passed on to me and my fellow gnomes and other creatures. But, if I’m not mistaken, it would seem The Wild Wizard may have began as an Anon. This would mean that the Anons have successfully been imbued with vidda. Which would explain a lot, in fact, it would be the puzzle piece that completes the puzzle for me. If it’s true. The implications are endless.
I can’t believe how much I have missed and how much I may have missed had I not decided to travel back to Scarcity. I’m too scared to ask The Mushroom many questions, so I kept mostly to the basics. It would seem that The Mushroom itself was a creation of an Anon. An Anon with a life and personality of it’s own. That in and of itself had insane implications. No wonder I’ve been seeing so much new innovation. It also makes the rumors I heard in the cave make sense. Everything I’ve been hearing about has suddenly come clearly into focus. The world has changed much much more than I could have ever imagined. Well, except for in my wildest dreams, because in the distance I saw the well populated coastline!
As the coast comes closer, I recognize landmarks, not from my life or my memory. But I recognize landmarks from the dream I just had. Maybe dreams are more real than real life. The buildings, the colors, the creatures and most of all the possibilities! This new world is truly a fascinating place and for the first time in a long time, I’m happy to have been alive long enough to see it. I’m glad I didn’t die of starvation in some cave in the mountains or of old age in a convalescent home back in Scarcity. I’m immortal, and for once, that’s starting to feel like it maybe more of a blessing than a curse after all. I should’ve left the mountains a long time ago. If it weren’t for Necro, I would have, ugh I don’t want to think of Necro. Nor my twisted loyalty to his twisted purposes. I especially do not want to think of my mother.
Concentrating on the task at hand. That’s what I must continue to do. We have come upon the lighthouse. I see more mushrooms, I assume they are related to my Mushroom. My guide. There are plenty of abandoned vessels to choose from and I take my pick and say good bye to The Mushroom. I’m headed out to sea and to a bigger adventure than I ever could have imagined. I know this now and I’m more certain of it than ever before. It feels liberating. I no longer feel like a prisoner of my own mind. I’m looking forward instead of looking backward and it feels great!
It is I, The Eccentric. Young Azzrak seems to have found some of the answers for which he was so eager. I shouldn’t call him “young” Azzrak, as he is older than most, but then again, so am I. Funny that Azzrak was safely lead to his answers by a magical mushroom. Many times I’ve needed the assistance of a mushroom of a different kind to find my own answers. HA!
I digress. Azzrak doesn’t know yet what has become of his parents. He understands what it means for the world that the Anon’s have come alive. I, unlike Azzrak, was able to witness all of this. Before I was born into this world, I existed as pure conscious energy. I was given life the same way all of the creatures of our world were given life. However, the Anons are different from the voxel creatures. I am of this world, created within this world and will always exist in my current form. The Anons are a hybrid of sorts, a human inhabiting an avatar and thus inside two worlds at once. But the Anons are good for our world in my opinion and it would seem Self and The Church of VIDDA agree. Klava, poor Klava would have agreed as well… Poor Azzrak knows nothing of what has happened to Klava in his absence. Kley is a stranger to Azzrak, I can only hope that it rains when Azzrak first visits Flora again. Unfortunately, I do not control the weather of this world.
The Anons have the ability to control the weather, I have witnessed this power with my own eyes. They have the ability to create and destroy, but most seem content to create. I like them. Someday I shall walk amongst them… Wheel amongst them, I should say. I cannot walk as I was born without the ability to use my legs. A cruel twist of fate. However, I am the great Eccentric, and there is no adversity which I cannot overcome. I am the one who harnessed the infinite energy of our world to power my chair! I am the one who moves without the strength of his legs! I and I alone!!!! I know the frequency!
But this isn’t about me, I must try to remember, this is about the world. This is about voxel beings and Anons everywhere. This is about the Gnomes of Scarcity and about our future. This is about The Dark Faction. You see, we are all connected and so our world has a delicate balance. There is so much I would like to tell Azzrak, but I do not have the power to communicate with him, at least not yet. However, there is a chance I may never have the chance to communicate with the gnome. I know a lot, but I am bound to this chair. I have traveled far in this chair, much further than I ever could have thought I would, but I’ve become tired and isolated over the years. The thought of going out amongst the Anons intrigues me and I do desire to be amongst them, but my own agoraphobia gets the better of me. Imagine, The Eccentric, afraid to socialize and go outside of his home. It is absurd, surreal and yet it is fact.
You see, Azzrak’s father Necro, he is the leader of The Dark Faction. He was not so before Azzrak left. Cynthia has become resurrected and Klava in the form that Azzrak knew is dead. Anubis has taken Azzrak’s family into his service in The Underworld amongst the army of the dead. Klava died protecting his brother’s way of life, but he was not destroyed. Klava is now Kley the beast. The plans of The Dark Faction are known to me and Azzrak cannot be allowed to become part of their agenda. Azzrak left in the days when all of the gnomes still got along, it was Crisa who supplied him with his flying machine. Now the four factions have formed and there is a war for resources. I have never understood the gnomes affection for material possessions, but the fact remains. If Necro had been able to part with his ring we would all have a lot less trouble in our future, but alas, he kept it and Cynthia helped to pay the price. Now all of gnome kind is paying a price for Necro’s hubris and longing. If only he had never come to possess The Philosopher’s Stone and Cynthia had never died in the first place. Suppose there was peace still, but this is the type of idealistic nonsense I try to stray away from. I deal in reality. And in reality, all of that happened and is happening and Azzrak is ignorantly traveling into an active war zone.
There has been a schism in The Church of Vidda and a division amongst the gnomes of Scarcity. Our world has many divisions in it now, whereas once upon a time we were more united. There have been so many disagreements in our history it is now hard for my aging mind to keep track, though it is my duty to do so. Azzrak doesn’t know me or know that I maybe slowly losing my mind nor does he know what a threat this poses to my well being and the future of our world. Past, present and future have a way of becoming intertwined, though to an immortal, all three happen at once. The Cult of The Eye signs have been plastered throughout Origin. The Cult of The Eye, The Makers District and The Church of VIDDA. What does it all mean for Azzrak… It’s impossible to know for certain, just to speculate on infinite possible outcomes, but I’m stuck in this chair with nothing else to amuse myself. For now.
This boat is a lot faster than I remember boats being in my previous travels, but so much has changed, I’m not going to argue about getting home faster. I’ve long left the islands of Hawaii in the distance behind me and am passing through the waters south of Origin. I will be home in no time…
The four factions of gnomes have been at war a long long time now, about 1000 years. There are also four leaders for each faction. The Dark Faction is lead by Azzrak’s father, Necro. They are allied with the Underworld and The Army of the Dead. The Cyber Faction, lead by Tempus is another more tech savvy faction of gnomes. There are 6 factions in all and they all have different idealogies and are all at war. Azzrak was one of the first gnomes to learn of life and death from Klava and thus he was sent on his task by Necro, never to see the wars, but many other gnomes learned of life and death. Not just from Klava, but first hand.
The original mayor of Scarcity, which was once known as Abundance, is named Tilt and he is the leader of the Water Faction. The Water faction is also allied with The Atlanteans. Drog is the leader of the Earth Faction and Anna is the leader of the Fire Faction. The two factions at least considered partially responsible for this long and terrible war. The last of the factions is the Air Faction, but they are surely not the least. Crisa is their leader, she has a lot of useful war technology at her disposal, including a formative air force.
Each faction has their own specialties, for instance, the Cyber Faction employs gnomes that are learning how to hack into the technology of other factions. I’ve already mentioned the Air Faction’s prowess for developing machines of war, but Necro and the Dark Faction have a similar prowess. Though the Dark Faction uses dark magic, machinery of the underworld and alchemy to create their war machines and Crisa uses resource and ingenuity. Both factions have the ability to inflict mass casualties on the battlefield.
Necro keeps building a larger army, it doesn’t seem he plans for this war to stop anytime soon. The resources of Abundance have been mined into Scarcity and what wasn’t mined or stolen has been obliterated. It is said the Atlanteans have a cache of hidden treasures they’re keeping safe for the Water Faction, but this maybe a rumor. However artifacts and treasures have been found in the flooded tunnels beneath Scarcity. If anyone knows these tunnels the best, it would be the Water Faction these days.
It would seem that none of the Factions has enough gnomes, machines or resources to strike a decisive blow on the battlefield, not at this point in time. But there are rumors of a possible alliance between Tilt and Drog, which would give them more manpower to send up against Necro’s legions. Tempus is underground and off the grid, but his network runs deep. He is known to have spies inside of the other factions, as well as having hidden recording devices in their facilities. What Tempus lacks in manpower, he makes up for in intelligence and data. In war, it is important to know one’s enemy. Tempus also has the best cryptographers at his disposal, which allows him and his faction to communicate without the other gnomes knowing what they’re saying. It takes an expert cryptographer to solve a Cyber Faction cipher.
Necro and Cynthia are doing everything they can to come up with an unbreakable code of their own. A code that could win the war and simultaneously put an end to the war. Crisa, though she has advanced computing machinery, doesn’t have talented cryptographers or programmers like the Cyber Faction has. It is rumored however that one of her machines can break ciphers better than any living cryptographer in Scarcity, but this is just a rumor for now. The Air, Cyber and Dark Factions are clever. The Fire and Earth Factions are counting on material and brute force to win the war.
The Fire and Earth Factions have mined the most material and though they’ve suffered many casualties, they still have formidable armies. Their weapons are made of the strongest metals known to the gnomes. It would be in their best interest to form an alliance, but the pride of their leaders falls in the way. If only Tilt and Drog could solve their political differences, but diplomatic negotiations between the two factions have been going on for centuries now.
It is important to know that many have died for their faction. Many have been resurrected for their faction. Many have been resurrected and died again for their faction…
The Scrolls of Azzrak III (Skaz One's Voxels Lore)
Traveling has been rough and I have been having a reoccurring nightmare. As lucid dreams are my favorite type of dream, reoccurring nightmares are my least favorite nightmares. These two realms of my subconscious are the antithesis of one another. Normally I do not have such violent nightmares and rarely have I had one that repeats itself. The last time such a thing happened was just before I found the Fountain. In fact, reoccurring nightmares generally foreshadow a great event in my life. I do not know why this is so, it happened even before I was made immortal. Klava says that some creatures are just more in tune with the world than others. That is what I’m telling myself now.
I’m tired and I need to rest, the energy I had at the start of the voyage has turned to lethargy. The mania has subsided into apathy. The nightmares have had a negative effect on my sleep and thus my body is not operating at full capacity. Though I cannot die, I can get sick and in fact have gotten so sick at times during this voyage that I wish I could die. The waters are tumultuous and the captain says there has been much activity of late and it is stirring up the waters. I have a fever, but I could swear he said something of potions being improperly mixed by witches. It would not be the strangest thing I have ever heard or seen, but fever or not, it caught me off guard.
The news of witches is exciting. But I am too sick and tired to think of it too much. I’m fixated on my nightmares. My father is in my nightmare as well as a gnome named Tempus and a few others I do not recognize. My father does not look well, his eyes are black and his skin is leprous. Tempus looks old beyond old and when he speaks to me he speaks only in riddles. I’ve taken to writing the details of the nightmare in a notebook in order to remember them and try to make sense of it.
Of the gnomes in the nightmare I do not recognize, one stands out from the rest. His features are visible and he wears what looks like new technology all over his body. I do not recognize the tech that he is wearing or the eye piece attached to his hat. As my father and Tempus argue in my nightmare, the walls and other scenery begin to melt away and eventually only the four of us are left. There is a terrible fire in the background and I can feel it burning me, but there is nothing I can do to stop it. It’s as if I cannot move my legs and eventually I wake up sweating and screaming. I wanted to attribute the nightmares to my fever, but my fever seems to be a symptom of my lack of sleep.
The last thing I always see before I awake is Tempus’ helmet rolling bloody across the floor and the last thing I hear is my father’s rasping, wheezing laughter. I’ve written down a few of Tempus’ riddles, but none of them make sense to me thus far. Though, deep down, I have a feeling that his riddles have answers and those answers will help me on my journey. The first riddle I remembered fully went like this:
“A friend and an enemy, there maybe more than one, he’ll come back from the east when the day is done.”
“Help unsolicited is the only help I shall ever want, but I shall need so much more from you.”
“As the rain falls and the dead rise, in the darkest of night will shine their brightest eyes.”
In the nightmare, my father kills Tempus after he utters his final riddle. Why wouldn’t my own father want me to have the answers to my questions? Is Necro even my father anymore, or has he become something similar to the creature I see in my sleep?
The Cyber Faction is home to many talented and innovative gnomes. But we are fewer in number than the other factions, and the Anti-Faction Sect is even smaller. The Cyber Faction doesn’t believe the gnomes should’ve ever split into factions, but any scholar of history can tell you it was inevitable. The agendas of the most powerful gnomes of our times weren’t aligned and so the next logical steps were taken. Gnomes went their own ways and with them went their followers. And over the years numbers multiply as they do and children are raised according to the customs of the faction they’re born into. As I was born unto the Cyber Faction, but I ain’t no ordinary gnome.
I am the founder and chairman of the Anti-Faction Sect of the Cyber Faction. I’m recording this in my S.A.M.M. (Semi-Automated Multitasking Machine). My own invention, the S.A.M.M. is revolutionary tech that nobody outside of the Cyber Faction knows exists. In fact, I am the one who reverse engineered dark technology of the underworld in order to create the S.A.M.M. and I risked my life to get that tech. I had to dodge aliens and duck zombies on the same trip, believe it or not. But my sect needed that tech and the S.A.M.M. has helped us turn the tide in the war. The Cyber Faction is no longer seen as being as weak as it once was, we have our own weapons… Our minds.
My name is Tempura, son of Tempus, Prince of the Cyber Faction and leader of the Anti Faction Sect! I found the alien hive and braved the lands of the underworld and stole their nanotechnology. I used it to create a machine that can think thousands of times faster than any gnome. I’ve personally recruited the best of the gnome cryptographers in the Cyber Faction and none of them match up to the S.A.M.M. But a gnome cryptographer working with a S.A.M.M. can be deadly and doesn’t even need to be deployed on the actual battlefield to be effective. Knowing the communications and movements of the enemy’s troops is just as effective as any long range weaponry.
My ciphers are the hardest to decrypt and the enemy lost their best code breakers to me long ago. I have engineered technology that would blow their minds! The Anti Faction Sect can unite the gnomes of Scarcity. I know it! Whether by will or by force, we will show them the way to peace. I will see the end to the factions and the end to this war. I literally dream about it every night, a glorious dream too.
Though, in my dream, there is a gnome I do not recognize. However, since it is a dream, I intuitively know he is my ally and shares in my victory. I should like to see it as a sign, maybe I’ll meet this strange gnome and the I’ll know it’s a sign.
The nightmares are every night and my condition has not improved. Necro’s evil eyes are always in the back of my mind and Tempus’ riddles are always in the front. The first riddle was easy, as it’s about me. I’m the son who is returning home, even if the riddle made it sound as if it were the “sun setting in the west after rising in the east.” It was the only answer that made sense, but as to the others I will figure them out eventually. It’s become a bit of a mad obsession to be completely honest. But what else am I to do, I’ve been on this boat for days and though we are nearing our destination, I’ve grown bored. My health has continues to deteriorate and I hope that getting back on dry land will help.
The captain said we are to make a stop in a place that I’ve never heard of. It certainly was not known to us gnomes before I left home. A place named Venice, there’s a harbor there where we can resupply before taking the short voyage to Scarcity. I’ve not heard it once referred to as Abundance since I’ve come into contact with civilization and this worries me. The implications of the name change are not good. Abundance brings peace and Scarcity brings war. I’m beginning to believe the rumors, the gnome wars, the factions and other stories I’ve heard over the years. My nightmares have confirmed my greatest fears.
Necro is likely still alive, but something is terribly wrong. I do not yet know what caused the war amongst the gnomes. But as I said, the change to my homeland implies a war for resources. But if the gnomes have split into factions, there are likely more reasons than that. In fact, the lack of resources could be a symptom of the war rather than the cause of it. Someone or something is screaming at me from my subconscious and that voice is screaming to save my people from themselves. I must be healthy when I return, because I have a foreboding feeling there will be a lot of heavy lifting to do in order to fix these problems.
I’m no longer focused in the moment. My mind darts back and forth from the riddles to the nightmares to thoughts of my father and war. Nobody who knows anything of war would ever wish such a thing on their own people. And yet many who go to war, do so believing their cause to be righteous and just. It is always much too late before all of those involved realize that the winner will write history and the loser will be declared in the wrong. This will happen regardless of the original intent of the loser. If one is to start a war, in my opinion, they better damn well win it or else they’ve caused death and destruction for no reason at all. Peace at all costs often times means a storm before the calm and not the other way around.
I, Azzrak the immortal gnome, shall guide my people to peace. Even if it means I have to kill my own father to achieve this end. Even if it means many might die along the way. It is clear to me that many have died in my absence and no longer will they be the only ones to sacrifice. I’ve found a greater purpose now than I’ve ever felt before in all my years. I may have been immortal for all of this time, but for the first time in eons, I feel alive!
Tempura was going over the latest cipher created by his crack team of gnome cryptographers. It was a good one, it would be extremely difficult for the enemy to break the code, which would give Tempura the precious time he needs. This cipher had been created by one of his best gnomes, Dorfa. Dorfa had been the one to crack the enemy codes that allowed the Cyber Faction to gain a foothold in the war. Now he had hopefully created what Tempura needed to win the war and put an end to all future wars as well. Dorfa is a proud member of the Anti Faction Sect and would like to see the war end as much as anyone. But now he had manufactured the means to make it happen.
As Tempura gazed upon this beautiful piece of code work, he heard the squeak of wheels. It could be only one person, The Eccentric had finally come out of hiding. The Eccentric was the perfect example of someone toeing the line between genius and insanity. And Tempura found him to be delightful to talk to, but this was to be the first time they meet face to face. A surprise visit from The Eccentric, a man not a gnome, after all these years of speaking through encrypted text. This must mean the endgame is near. The dream, the cipher and now The Eccentric rolling into Tempura’s home as if it were his own.
“The Eccentric has much to tell you Prince Tempura of the Anti Faction Sect.” Tempura loved how formal the man was and found it incredibly amusing. The whole package was hilarious. The comb over old man ponytail, the wheelchair inscribed with The Eccentric’s three favorite numbers, referring to himself in the third person and of course the formality of his words. This ain’t to say that The Eccentric was not useful, in face quite the opposite. The Eccentric had helped Tempura to recruit the best cryptographers the gnome society could offer at that time. It was The Eccentric who invented the test cipher that had to be broken as a prerequisite to joining the Anti Faction Sect.
However, unbeknownst to Tempura, there would be no talk of codes this night. The Eccentric had come to reveal who the gnome in Tempura’s dreams is. Tonight the two of them would finally discuss the long lost son of Necro; Prince Azzrak the Immortal…
The motives of The Eccentric, Tempura and Azzrak are mostly aligned and thus they will likely become allies, but there’s no telling how this will effect the gnome ecosystem. As I have stated, there are multiple factions of gnomes and each wit their own agendas and skills. The Earth, Fire, Water, Dark, Air and Cyber factions are all at odds with one another. And within the Cyber Faction is the Anti Faction Sect, a small group of gnomes armed not only with weapons, but with ciphers. The Underworld and Atlantis have also had their parts in the gnome wars. The Underworld is allied with the Dark Faction and the Atlanteans are allies with The Water Faction.
The Eccentric came to Tempura’s home to tell him that, after years of self inflicted isolation, The Eccentric was going to meet Azzrak. In fact, The Eccentric plans to kidnap Azzrak in order that nobody speaks to Azzrak before The Eccentric can properly brief him on the state of Scarcity. The Eccentric plans to scoop Azzrak up on the piers of Venice and take the gnome to Scarcity himself. Tempura had to be made aware of everything that The Eccentric knows of Azzrak and thus The Eccentric told him the entire story. They both agree that Azzrak cannot be allowed to fall under the control of his father, Necro. Necro is blind to the needs of the gnomes and of Scarcity and he is in league with Anubis and the Underworld’s army of the undead. It is unclear if Necro can ever be redeemed, but it is clear that Azzrak could help Necro control Scarcity.
Necro seeks power as does Anubis. The Water Faction, Air Faction and Fire Faction are after treasure and resources. Most of which are becoming rarer every day. The Cyber Faction wants to end the war and the Anti Faction wants to unite the gnomes as one race. Necro will stop at nothing to achieve his goal and this has been demonstrated in his other ventures. He has his faction and the dark army of the undead to fight for him and is very formidable. For the rest of the gnomes to survive, Necro must be stopped and the Factions must be done away with. But these things cannot be accomplished overnight.
The Eccentric has Azzrak in his care by now and is telling him the truth of what has taken place in his absence. The rest of the gnomes of Scarcity are preparing to fight another battle. Weapons are being forged, machines being built and codes being relayed. Yet another battlefield will be soaked with gnome blood and there is nothing anybody can do to stop it, but it does not have to keep on happening forever. The Cyber Faction has dug in close to the battlefield, they know where Necro will strike as they have broken all of his codes. The Fire, Water and Air factions are preparing to meet him on the field in open battle. There wont be a siege this time and there wont be any fortifications, just massive armies marching on one another across a large field. And in the dugouts will be the Cyber Faction, avoiding the fight as much as they can, but gathering data as much as they can. And they will kill if they must.
The Eccentric was never going to bring Azzrak to this particular battlefield. The mission is to convince Azzrak to participate in the larger war, not just this one battle. Tempura and his cryptographers have used their latest cipher to position themselves all along the trenches of the Cyber Faction. They are spread out in pairs along the lines in order to have one gnome to gather data and one gnome to shoot. They couldn’t afford to lose too many gnomes as the Anti Faction Sect was already a small group and thus they would have to fight for their lives. They have been digging trenches and setting up their positions for weeks.
A few days prior the other factions had arrived on the field of battle and set up their separate camps. Almost within ear shot of one another, the gnomes could have easily fought from their encampments, but the code of battle demanded otherwise. Even Necro honored the code of battle and thus nobody would be springing any ambushes or invading each others camp sites. The Atlanteans were not with the Water Faction, but the army of the underworld was present and in full force. The Cyber Faction had dug some caves running under the battle field, they had planted explosives in the caves. The caves would allow them to observe the battle from underneath as well as allowing them to wreak havoc on the other factions on their way back into their trenches. Tempura and each one of his men had a copy of the battleground map, a map they had drawn up using their new cipher. Even the rest of the Cyber Faction weren’t privy to this map.
Now, as The Eccentric prepares Azzrak for the journey ahead, the factions march upon one another. There is only one thing that is certain, many gnomes are about to die this day. What is uncertain, is whether there is a reason for their deaths or if they are instead dying in vain. Even if they all feel as though they die for a good cause. Azzrak had left his cave exactly when he was destined to leave. It was fate that the unbreakable cipher had come into existence in the minds of the Anti Faction Sect at the same time. The Eccentric is of the mind that all of this is happening for a reason and that the bloodshed may finally be coming to an end. However, Tempura is focused only on the battle. Azzrak can hardly believe what he is being told, but what Azzrak is about to see with his own eyes will convince him. Destiny waits for no one…
The Wave and the Surfer Gnome (Tewz's Voxels Lore)
My name is Merwin. I was one of the last gnomes to arrive to the islands, and as such, much of what already took place I only heard through the stories of others. Yet, every time I heard a new tale, it was like listening to one of my own memories. It was as real as if I had been there before. That is the problem with Time Travel; you often forget where you’ve been, and when. The truth is, that I haven’t been back to Abundance, sorry, they say its called Scarcity now, since before the Great Flood, but I remember that day like it was yesterday. In my younger years, I enjoyed surfing, and spent many warm afternoons alone, out in the Blue, waiting for a big wave. I loved it there. You can ride the waves in the Ocean!? What a trip! It’s one of the most peaceful places in the world. Just you, the sun shining down, and the sound of the water churning like an eternal clock. It was nice to get away from the other Gnomes too. They can be so noisy sometimes! Always bickering and fighting amongst themselves. But out there, in the middle of the Blue, it was serene. It was so quiet, that I could actually hear myself think. Once I even tried to record my own thoughts onto a spool of metal wire, but I accidentally shocked myself instead. I hope I never do that again! I still have the wire somewhere, if I can remember where it is? … Before the Islands were formed, they were all connected as one, and White before that; The Void, but only a few still remember that story passed down from the very first Gnomes, The Ancient Ones. They say there is still a precious Treasure buried deep underground. A room filled with so much Gold that you can actually swim in it!? Well, I have never seen it, and I don't believe it! Its just another one of those legends that Grandpa & Grandma Gnome would tell us when we warmed ourselves around the fire.
I remember how hot it was that day, and a stillness lingered in the Air like something was about to happen. Tension. It was electric, and it smelled funny too; like ozone right before a big storm. That’s the smell of new atmosphere being created, but to me it just smelled … BORING! I had been out in the Blue ALL DAY!? and I hadn’t seen a single wave. Not even one! Gnomes live underground and we aren’t used to being in the sun for long periods of time. (We sunburn VERY easily!) I was so tired, & hot, & sweaty, & thirsty & most of all … hungry! Back home I had been collecting nuts, mushrooms, peas, beans, potatoes, carrots, apples, various fruits, berries & spices all summer! The other Gnomes didn’t know this, and why should I tell them!? After all, these were the spoils of my own hard work! That is where the Magic is; in the work! I was busy collecting, while they were busy bickering! I knew they’d be jealous if they ever found out, so I kept it a secret; hidden away from their prying eyes. One of the many secrets that I don’t care to share. Some of them are so terrible, and so awful, that you wouldn’t believe them if I told you! Gnomes are known to be terrible gossips anyway. It was good that they didn’t know! Some things are better left unsaid.
Like I was saying, … I was so hungry that I could actually hear my stomach growling! It sounded like Cerebus; that three headed mutt that guards Hades. Hesiod told me once that he had 50 heads! But poets always embellish the truth, and I wanted to see him w/ my own eyes. So, many moons ago I rode Charon’s ferry across the river Acheron. When I got to the other side, that mangey mongrel snarled in my face. I just laughed, and fed him Honey Poppy Seed Cakes and played music until he fell asleep. Aeneas & Orpheus taught me those tricks. Me and Orpeus used to be in a band together; the Sun Gods. Man that dude could charm the animals right of the forest, and even streams would pause and trees would bend a little bit closer just to hear him sing. I wonder if he’s still playing? We had alotta fun back then! We used to chase around The Cumaean Sibyl, The High Priestess; competing to see who could gain her favor. But that cat Michelangelo came and stole her heart by painting her portrait. I had to settle for one of her sisters. The Persian Sibyl; Sambethe, but all that chic talked about was some dude named Alexander. So I split. But I was very fond of her other sister Phemonoe. Once, we all ate mushrooms and her body turned into the earth and grass started growing out of it!? It was wild! They say that the face that you see on the Full Moon is her soul starring back. Now that’s what I call getting High!
Which reminds me … I had the munchies BAD! So I started to swim home. No sooner had I taken my first toke, I mean stroke, is when I heard a terrible noise! Well, I didn’t hear it as much as I felt it! It started off like a low rumble. It reminded me of one of the Mega Mining Machines that we used to dig our elaborate tunnel system. Some of the tunnels are still there but have collapsed a long time ago, and many still remain flooded. The sound was more like a shaking, and it made my surf board vibrate rapidly. It startled me! I turned around to see what it was. That's when I saw the biggest wave that I have ever seen, or will ever see, in my entire life! 🤙 🌊 It was tall like one of those shiny metallic buildings that I see sometimes when I travel to far into the future. Sky Scratchers? I think that’s what they call them. I hate going there because everything moves so fast! And why would anyone live on top of the ground!? when its so warm and cozy underneath!? It doesn’t make much sense to me, but then again, not much does. So when I saw the wave, I got excited! It was so tall, I reasoned I could ride it all the way home! (and chow down on my munchies!) After all, I had been waiting for a damn wave ALL DAY, and here it was! I didn’t know that it would separate the land into islands & change the world that I knew and called home; Atlantis.
Scarcity and the Alien Parasites (Cluny's Voxels Lore)
My days of looting and pillaging are long behind me, my motley horde dispersed to the winds. I have been wandering the wilds of web3 for some years and the more I search for truth and meaning, the less certain this old rat becomes of anything.
Still I think I may have found a home of sorts on the remote island of Scarcity, in a crystal tower with cascading waterfalls and good-natured neighbors.
The more I dig into the crystal-rich soil of the treasury next door or explore the flooded caverns deep below my new home, the more I learn about the strange past, present and future of the island - with each revelation I feel the clutches of greed and darkness loosen from my heart. I may never atone for the sins of my past, but perhaps I can be of service to the future. Each day I pull on my eye patch and turn my one good eye to Scarcity. What can I find? What does it mean? Where have all the gnomes gone? I have dedicated my remaining days to this chronicle of discovery.
- Scarcity Chronicles Chapter 1 - the early discoveries
Carved out of the solid rock and crystal by the ancients in the before times. A staircase to the sunless sea below Scarcity and the caverns beyond. Rooftop soaking pools have healing properties.
There are gnome zombies down below and a rare zombie dolmentaz crystal (dark faction NFT discovery) on the rooftop
A magic dragonturtle crawled out of the pool at the lowest level, apparently attracted to the magical radiation from the zombie crystal. It has been basking around over the crystal ever since. It seems to be mostly harmless.
Examination of the zombie crystal accidentally released a zombie neck stabber alien parasite. Doh!
- Alien Zombie Parasites
The neck stabber hidden inside the zombie dolmentaz crystal proved to be only one of many alien zombie parasites crawling and flying around Scarcity. Diverse in form they all have one thing in common - they deliver zombie plague nanobots, which I initially thought came from a cyberpunk future but now realize may be from an alternate present.
- Zombie Neck Stabber https://www.cryptovoxels.com/collections/638/1
The zombie neck stabber crawls and flies silently around Scarcity seeking to stab its large red stinger into the back of your neck and wrap itself around your head. Eventually, the nanobots delivered by the sting will turn you into a zombie. Removing the alien parasite in the meantime usually results in death. However, until you become a zombie, you can see into the past/future/alternate dimensions through the green crystal eyes of the neck stabber.
- Zombie Heart Displacer https://www.cryptovoxels.com/collections/638/2
This one-eyed bone scorpion type creature will try to crawl on you and suck your ribs and spine into another dimension. But don't worry, it will replace your missing bones with its own body and you will hardly be able to tell the difference. It does turn you into a zombie, but your heart is displaced into a future/alternate timeline (worth noting a prominent gnomish heresy holds the soul resides in the heart, while gnome orthodoxy is of course that the soul resides in the tip of the pointy hat - according to my gnome zombie informants)
- Goblinhead Spider https://www.cryptovoxels.com/collections/638/3
This strange creature has a chattering goblin head for a butt (erm abdomen) and a tusked head on the other end. The tusks are for rending and ripping while its claws deliver zombie-plague nanobots. Goblinhead spiders seem to control the neck stabbers and heart displacers. They also leave smol alien spiders in their wake which will grow into full-sized goblinhead spiders after a blood meal.
I let all three alien creatures crawl onto me for science and I became something like a spider-taur.
- Zombie Rust Monster (Megavox - Public Asset Library)
The antler-like protuberances on top of the zombie rust monster will cause any metal to turn to rust and fall apart, even usually non-corrosive metals like gold, silver & bronze. In the process a lot of magical energy is released. The creature consumes some of it, but it is a wasteful process and there is a lot of raw magical energy released as a byproduct which might cause strange results in an area, or possibly be harnessed by a skilled alien creature wrangler. But obviously, don't get too close or it will grab you with its big pincers and inject the zombie nanites.
Source: https://firstname.lastname@example.org/clunys-scarcity-chronicles-foreward-and-chpt1 (minor modifications to fit a non image text)
The Glitch Worm (Ciel's Voxels Lore)
The Glitch Worm, first mentioned by cielxnoel, is a transdimensional being that feeds on bits of reality, leaving unstable elements in its wake. It is known to cause bugs, glitches, and even reality destabilization making it impossible to connect to the Cryptovoxels world. Sightings are rare but have been reported across different islands, especially near lore libraries.
The Glitch Worm has been known to regularly feed on the Cryptovoxels contract, causing the contract to have skipped tokens with no parcel or unit associated with them. The tokens it has consumed are: 4990-5105, 5474-5481, 6070-6134, 6194-6196, 6306, 6373, 6440, 6481-6184, 6749, 6893, 7027-7028.
The Glitch Worms (Cluny's Voxels Lore)
SEGMENT OF THE SPAWN https://opensea.io/assets/matic/0xfd9dd0de1aa853c9280ceaf8c6bc67269e82c2f6/177 (Scarcity Artifact VII)
The Glitch Worm emits radiant motes of light which sometimes take on a life of their own in the ocean, growing into great multi-segmented worms in their own right. While small compared to the mighty Glitch Progenitor, when full grown the Spawn of the Glitch subsist on solid rock and chew tunnels large enough for an avatar to walk through. Every segment of a Glitch Worm Spawn has its own primitive brain and vital organs and can live on its own if severed from the rest of the worm body, eventually growing into a new spawn worm.
Glitch Gnome Scientists from the otherside of the void hacked the simple electrical pulse language of the worm nervous system and use segments of the spawn as biological components in machinery. Each segment can expand or contract with tremendous force, powering gnomish mecha and mining machines alike.
The Great Glitch Worm Mother continually releases a powerful pheromone that permeates the known realities and glitched infinity as well - this pheromone prevents the Spawn from completing their final metamorphoses into adult Glitch Worms. If for some unimaginable reason the Glitch Worm perishes, the spawn of the glitch will begin to encase in a cocoon spun from silk drawn from the void itself. A new brood of Glitch Worms will be released and a period of great chaos and instability will ensue until finally only one glitch worm survives, having consumed its brood mates and excreted their remains into the beforetimes.
- Tilt, Leader of the Water Faction https://www.cryptovoxels.com/collections/294/588
- Anna, Leader of the Fire Faction https://www.cryptovoxels.com/collections/294/602
- Drog, Leader of the Earth Faction https://www.cryptovoxels.com/collections/294/601
- Crisa, Leader of the Air Faction https://www.cryptovoxels.com/collections/294/599
- Necro, Leader of the Dark Faction https://www.cryptovoxels.com/collections/294/564
- Undead Necro: https://www.cryptovoxels.com/collections/294/580
- Tempus, Leader of the Cyber Faction https://www.cryptovoxels.com/collections/294/600
- Azzrak: https://www.voxels.com/collections/294/791
- The Eccentric: https://www.voxels.com/collections/294/778
- Magic Mushroom Guide: https://www.voxels.com/collections/294/813
- Zombie Neck Stabber https://www.cryptovoxels.com/collections/638/1
- Zombie Heart Displacer https://www.cryptovoxels.com/collections/638/2
- Goblinhead Spider https://www.cryptovoxels.com/collections/638/3
- Zombie Rust Monster (Megavox - Public Asset Library)
- Scarcity Tales: Fire Faction: https://www.voxels.com/collections/294/546
- Scarcity Tales: Water Faction: https://www.voxels.com/collections/294/547
- Scarcity Tales: Air Faction: https://www.voxels.com/collections/294/548
- Scarcity Tales: Earth Faction: https://www.voxels.com/collections/294/550
- Scarcity Tales: Dark Faction: https://www.voxels.com/collections/294/549
- Scarcity Tales: Cyber Faction: https://www.voxels.com/collections/294/551
- The Scrolls of Azzrak: https://www.voxels.com/collections/294/703
Several mines are available on the island for parcel owners to edit.