[ WP ] Tell the story of an adventure in a fantasy world has advanced to become an interstellar civilization , using magic , not technology .

A hundred summoners gathered around the rim of the circle. In the center, Reng the Exporer waited for the ritual to begin. The multitude of voices rose from the circle in a rythmic chant, and the capsule began to shudder and quake until it lifted slowly off the ground and hovered a dozen feet in the air. From the shadows, the seventy five pyromancers advanced wearing their sect's distinctive robes of orange and red. Under the capsule, they made a nest of rubies, amber, and opals. Their song mixed with that of the summoners, and the pile began to glow. Finally, the arch-mage emerged and stepped into the center of the stones. There was a blinding flash of light, the capsule was engulfed inside a massive pillar of flames, and it shot into orbit. 
 
 Reng began to meditate as the ship soared into the heavens. He tuned out the violent shuddering and the roar of the fire until the capsule was completely silent. Runes all over the wall glowed blue, but they could not hold for long, at least not with some help. Reng applied a shield spell. First, to keep the air within his capsule. Then another spell to protect him from deadly radiation. Over and over, he cast shielding spells until the runes were reinforced and nothing in space could damage him. Sweat poured down his face and he gasped for air, but finally it was done. Reng circled the Earth, admiring the view. 
 
 Reng lit a fire in the center, and purple flames crackled in the darkness. `` Avalon, this is Explorer,'' he spoke into the inferno. `` Launch was successful.'' 
 
 `` Good work, Reng,'' the flames responded, relaying the voice of Mith, head of the Council, from down on Earth. `` How is it?'' 
 
 Reng pressed his hands together and cast a vision charm. Down in the Avalon control room, the cloud of smoke swirled violently with lightning in every color of the rainbow. Then the cloud cleared, and the gathered wizards saw the same amazing view that Reng was currently taking in. `` Beautiful,'' Mith whispered. 
 
 Reng managed to tear his eyes away from the port hole in the capsule. `` Ok, I am ready to begin the second phase.'' He focused intensely on the sun, feeling its unfiltered power flow through his veins and fill his soul. The power of the sun was far stronger here in orbit, unblocked by Earth's atmosphere. And it was that very strength that Reng was relying on to help him break orbit. 
 
 The capsule began to drift deeper into the blackness of space, imperceptibly at first but quickly gaining speed. Earth dwindled from an imposing, looming giant to just a small globe against a black backdrop. The purple flames danced higher to the ceiling as it became more and more difficult to contact the control room on Avalon. Reng double checked his potions, ensuring that everything would be ready in time. He would be cutting it close with the pressure elixir, but it should be brewed in time. 
 
 Reng began to channel the power of the moon, which grew even larger than the sun. It was a different kind of power, similar to the dichotomy between fire and water. It was slow and soothing, but powerful in its own way. The capsule began to slow into it came to a bouncing halt inside a deep crater on the grey surface. Reng collected the necessary bottles and swalled the potions, one after another. One of deep black, darker than the void outside. One of bright pink that would weigh him down on the lunar surface. Another of green, made with kraken gills that would allow him to breathe outside. A dozen others with purposes that even Reng could n't remember. 
 
 The door popped open with a hiss; the oxygen charms would have to work overtime to refill the capsule on the way home. 
 
 `` Avalon?'' he questioned the flames. 
 
 `` We hear you, Explorer.'' The purple fire was licking the ceiling now. 
 
 `` The Griffon has landed.''
