After the words

[Iron Dragoon]

[blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 49, total 49[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

You fly up.

The moon becomes larger and larger as you do. The stars larger as well, brighter as you ascend into the sky.  After a time of rising you are amid the night sky, the ground beneath gone into the darkness. It is bright here, bright with starlight that is so close that you feel you can touch it.

What's your alignment, Alyssa?

[Iron Dragoon]

Probably not one she likes. Chaotic neutral.

[Anastasia]

You fly up ahead - and in the distance, you see the stars begin to move. As if a dozen or so are falling, coming in your direction.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Heads up. Incoming stars?"

[Anastasia]

"Stars?" Ianvasah stares, "Impossible, stars don't do that."

"You may yet be challenged," Gul warns, "Be wise."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa looks flatly at Ianvasah, "What have I told you about the impossible?"

[Anastasia]

Ianvasah returns that look with a sour grimace, "You do keep saying that."

[Iron Dragoon]

"And I'm right every time."

[Anastasia]

"You are not," Ianvasah retorts, "Only a disturbingly large amount of the time."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Name it. Name the time I was wrong about 'the Impossible.'"

[Anastasia]

Ianvasah's look as as chilly as the waters you were purified in.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa smiles smugly.

"Let's see what's coming for us, shall we?"

[Anastasia]

Thus the three of you fly up, and you see they are not stars at all. They are radiant celestials, eladrins cloaked in starlight whom fly towards you. Figures of white and silver, clad in armor and with wings of moonlight.

"Halt!" Is the call as you come closer.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa does so with a cheery wave, grin, and a, "Hello! Thank you for coming to meet us!"