People from another place, from another or what have you. Whoever they are they all come here lead by similar circumstance. So call them what you like! Travelers, transients, fallers, odds are if you know about them then you’re likely one of them yourself. The only thing we happen to hear about them these days are tales about them wandering amok lead astray by a split between their home and some weird, weird world. Some of them even arrive in pairs, maybe even groups bonding over their mutual confusion. It happens this way; the people come then those people have to eventually leave never quite knowing why they were dragged here in the first place. If they’re fortunate enough they might get an answer, but it’s never going to be enough for them.
And maybe some day they will find their way back here, a place where the moon glows dimly and all the planets of a starry night are lined onto each other like the pieces of a puzzle.
But save for the couple who happen to get ill or the ones who were strange even before they got here – it’s not as if they’re special. The only thing these people happen to be is peculiar, as so there’s a wee bit of culture shock that comes with being tossed from one of thousand upon thousand places. They got their quirks, like how you have to turn your head just the right way to stare at one, or others who happen to be more vicious and rabid than any beasts there might be in these worlds. Strange as they are; downright illogical at times, they’re still no different than anyone of us.
Sure they may never have their reasons to be here, they might have a story to tell better than the tired excuse of having the whole world swept from the rug under them.
Alas not tales are created equal, not everyone’s got to be out there fighting evil – or goodness being the evil we should be fighting. This whole summoning shtick (if you can hardly call it such a thing) simply happens and when it does then they’re cast to the many crags of a cold, cold world. Where then they’ll wander, they might come real close to freezing solid, but somewhere they’ll find their path among those frigid valleys. The outside an inhospitable land for a reason; generally people don’t go here. Even when the only concerns were once the bits of earth bombarding it and the boulders of garbage crashing down from seams in the sky it was somewhat manageable way back when. But when the moon went dim, and it became so dark not even winter to grace here.. The only likes left here are those who’d fallen through and everyone who feels like preying on their desperation.
It’s cold here, chilling to the bone. The earth wasn’t much help either, it’s just another dirt bed covering the occasional hard-as-brick cliff face. The landing was rough; it could have been a lot rougher if the world here still worked the way it did back home. But it’s far from the same place, this place is too desolate to be a home to anyone.
