Olarius pulls the large, bowl-shaped piece of metal out from it’s wrapping, a broad grin upon his face. A very faint hint of confusion makes it’s way into his features upon closer examination. The object appears to be relatively mundane, a large, finely polished copper bowl with hundreds of tiny holes cut into it, seemingly at random.
"Thank you, Vany!," he exclaims, turning about to face the magister. "But, er. What exactly is it?"
"Very old, for one," replies Vanyris. "And dwarven. Wildhammer, in specific. It is, or rather was, a storytelling device. I’ve been told by the gentleman I bought it from - a friend within the reliquary - that artifacts such as this have not seen use in thousands of years, replaced with more traditional shamanistic magic."
Ears perked and his head cocked to the side, the more slender Sin’dorei’s words have obviously caught Olly’s attention. “Wildhammer, huh?,” the warrior asks, carefully turning over the bowl in his hands. After a few moments, he very decisively places it before Van. “What does it do? Does it still work?”
Reaching forth, the magister places a hand upon the object, giving a very slight nod in answer. At his touch, and with the faintest spark of the arcane, the object springs to life, brilliant beams of light shooting forth, as if lit from within.
Whereas before the walls were relatively blank and plain, they are now host to the stars in the sky above. The constellations are far more prominent than the various, nameless stars, brighter, larger, and even shimmer in such a way that almost makes them appear as if they’re moving.
"An effect used to make the stories about them more dramatic, no doubt," Vanyris comments whilst he watches the warrior, who seems to be almost entranced. Reaching up, he gestures idly with one hand towards one cluster of stars that seems to almost be dwarf shaped, the other needlessly adjusting his glasses. "As you may notice, several of the constellations are out of position, or simply wrong. Admittedly, I am unsure if this is due to the age of the device and the shifting of the stars, or if the magic was simply crude and ancient in comparison to what we have today. It’s quite the subject of debate within - mmph."
The magister is cut off by Olarius, who has managed to temporarily tear his gaze away from the display in order to grab Vanyris by his well-trimmed beard and pull him into a deep kiss, much to the magister’s mild annoyance and begrudging approval. Apparently the warrior likes his gift.
