In the Shadow of the Three Sisters
The first slicers to visit this world were surprised. When they popped into normal space in the world it was night. As expected, the undead walked about, but were almost powerless against the explorers. After a day and nights climb, they reached the summit of the tallest of the sisters and found it, a strange glowing configuration of what seemed to be powerful stones. Upon touching the artifact, they felt a curious tingling that quickly left their bodies. Could this be the object protecting them? That was their theory, and they were nearly correct. As the explorers pushed beyond the three sisters, they found they weren't ghosts at all beyond the mountains. Night fell again, and they were not so lucky. Faced with the reality of dangerous creatures beyond the mountains, they attempted again to slip between space and time back to their own world but found they were stuck. Could the artifact be holding them there? Was this a prison of some sort? They'd need to survive first before searching for those answers... and a way out. Days and nights spent in the relative safety of the mountains brewed distrust among the survivors. Reasonable men at first, now they became paranoid and edgy. Which of the others would kill them first! One by one they struck out into the wilderness to meet their fate or build their strength.
It is in this world the first of Us arrived, finding the world abandoned, or so it seemed. I had been living as curator of the three sisters for longer than I could remember. My hair long and grey by then. Often refered to as the Old One, I sought to advise the slicers that arrived, trapped on this world. But I was too cowardly to venture out myself.
Gradually, the slicers found the temples of my fellow explorers. They had grown quite mad, and had begun to worship their own gods. They built obsidian alters mimicing the amplifiers of the Knife. I suspect they had gone crazy with their desire but inability to return home, and without being able to use science as a tool, they used it as a graven image instead.
Slowly, we found all of the temples, and settled into the business of building our cities and harvesting the resources of the world.
Then Preksak, the jealous bastard, showed up.
Arrival of the Harvesters
Preksak was a co-worker back in the Knife research station. We had often sliced together, returning with data about unknown parallel worlds. But he was always jealous, wanting all the fame and success for himself.
When our party didn't return, Preksak must have found out ... WIP