(OOC:How do you travel? You can have two people on the horse and two on the hover-cycle. One will have to be the unlucky walking one.)<br/><br/>A shooting star fell down to earth, lightning cracked the sky. Again. And another shooting star, exploding in a white ball of sparks just a gunshot away from where they stood. Rift was opening, inter-dimensional gate that could lead to every world in existance. Every world that could be imagined. And things were able to pass a rift in both directions. All five 'adventurers', joined together by fate, made haste to get away from it.<br/><br/>Late night, they found themselves approaching a village. Nestled in a hilly valley, out of sight of those that would just scan the horizon, a small hamlet was nontheless there. Sheet metal windmills, chimney smoke and the sound of cattle herded back into their enclousure marked that it was not a dead place. There was no humans visible yet, as the entry to the valley had a wooden pallisade and a gate to protect it and no one was likely to venture out at night. The rift was now about two miles behind them in western direction. Storm stayed along with it.