Ahead lies the great light that...

[Anastasia]

All you can see is indistinct light all around you, nothing else.

"We'll have to make do," Cresiel declares, "A test of faith."

"That's gotten us this far," Xandra agrees. "Forward."

[Nephrite]

"Yes, let's go." Moore says. He will start flying forward!

I have no idea how the 'all around vision' and blindsight from Afina's Perfect Vision will interact with this, but so it goes!

[Anastasia]

You find all is light to all of your senses. Blindsight, all around vision, everything. All is simply light here.

In case that changes your action.

[Nephrite]

It does not.

"I think we'll know when we're there regardless." Moore says as he continues forward. "The rest of the arch angels know why we're here, at least. If we have to fight anything, we will just have to do the best we can. A test of faith indeed."

[Anastasia]

"Then let's," Cresiel agrees.

Give me Perception for hearing.

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 97.

[Anastasia]

The footsteps of Cresiel and Xandra are heard ahead.

You go along into the light, unable to see anything but it through your blindfold.

Footsteps. Footsteps from the side, someone approaching you. Someone with heavy footsteps, something big perhaps.

[Nephrite]

"Hold on." Moore says as he turns in the direction of the sound.

He will let whoever it is introduce themselves... or he hopes they will, anyway.

I am guessing that even if he could use Remote Sensing here (which I doubt works anyway) it'd run into the same problem of witnessing the glory of Elysium sans a blindfold?

[Anastasia]

It's entirely possible, yes.

"Who are you?" Cresiel asks.

The footsteps stop.

Silence.

The silence stretches a time until at last, "You may be blind to the glories beyond the Empyrean Gate, one of the three Holy of Holies, but do not think you travel without risk. Yet you stand to gain everything if you remove your blindfolds - all to never pass out from the Gate again, at least not until The End."

[Nephrite]

"Our reasons for being here are enough that Cantasa Alexandria allowed for us to pass." Moore says simply in response.

[Anastasia]

"We cannot rest. Not yet," Cresiel agrees. "Will you bar our way?"

"We cannot," Xandra echos Cresiel, "Please, stand aside."

The voice - a man's voice, on the strong side. A warrior's voice, grizzled and hard. "Go. The other Arch Angels will not be as lax as I."

[Nephrite]

"Should you ever wish to see our mettle, you can find us in Hope's Landing." Moore says as he continues on!

[Anastasia]

Give me a quick 1d100+77.

[Nephrite]

[12:59] <Nephrite> roll 1d100+77
[12:59] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 164 > [d100=87]

So close!

[Anastasia]

You wander in this light for a time. It's hard to say how long passes in the light, how long you strive to continue ahead.

You hear something ahead. The sound of an ax chopping wood, perhaps? A sharp sound and several moments later it repeats.