Joe it was a floating pretty sphere, which only you saw the effort to make it. Compared to the flower sword paper thing that they got to watch been created. It might not have been anything to him, but the presentation was entirely different. It seemed like more effort was put into it since they could see it being crafted.
Joe's second attempt
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Joe looked around the table at the present members of New Wave. Several still seemed uncertain about even talking to him, but where willing enough to hear him out for the moment.
Panacea, sitting in the middle of the group in an unconscious effort to protect her, was looking at him with doubt in her eyes, not having the background of the last few weeks to understand the magnitude of his offer.
Joe took a moment to think back to his meeting with Weld and Fletchette, and consider the effort it might require to clearly communicate the seriousness of the offer.
Maybe some better presentation would help sell the severity of the orbs effect a bit better?
Mind made up, Apeiron placed his hand on the table and spoke in the language of the elves, calling the orb to arrive before him.
Above his palm, a hole in space opened, blossoming out into the ceiling and showing a sky filled with stars.
The heavens seemed to move, rotating, giving the impression of time passing on a titanic scale, while not moving at all.
Age beyond age passed before with a chime the sky seemed to split as three shadowy, monstrous celestial figures became visible beyond the sky, each singing and reaching down from the heights of eternity to pass a point of light down from above.
Almost star like, the point of light blazed downwards from that great heigh, a line cutting the cyclical path of stars in two.
A great breaking sound rang out as the light entered that night sky, becoming a star in truth.
The sky spun still, and all eyes upon it saw as the point of light, still falling, intersect with constellations as it moved, adding a point onto each figure of myth, the images defined in ways beyond sight.
Still the burning light fell, reaching beyond the stars into the depths of space where a crowd of beings watched it fall, each more alien than the last.
It ignited then, energy radiating outwards, a sun giving life and light amongst the dark, rogue planets catching in it's gravity and prospering in golden ages for untold years before they passed beyond each other's sight.
From other stars, vast armadas of space ships, whole empires of distant places rose to take the light for themselves, war on scales beyond imagining, all for that most beautiful of lights.
And yet none could touch it, and it gave nothing to those who would only take, until every empire threw down its weapons in failure and simply watched it pass, at peace for perhaps the first time in their histories.
Moving beyond them then, the light grew closer still, but no bigger, until with a shattering sound it was in the room with them now, an orb perfectly sized for the hand it rested on.
Looking at Aperion now, he was no longer a man in a costume, but a golden glowing robot person, shadows billowing under shinning clay plates, in a uniform fit for a great spirit of creation.
But the eye couldn't rest on him, as above the vision of the sky seemed to melt and drip down, flowing into rings and symbols that circled the orb as it flared and flashed in place.
Now reaching over with his other hand, Apeiron brought forth a golden hammer and hit the top of the spinning ring, producing a melodious '
Chim' on contact.
Voices rang out then, a great chorus raised in exulation.
Behold, Life Giver
"Cen, Coive Antom".
The orb seemed to turn at this, and though it wasn't sentient, it judged those before it.
A pressure fell in them then, as if a mighty wind was pulling at them, composed of every negative though and harmful impulse they ever felt.
And yet at the same time, a warmth grew in their core, starting simple and yet multiplying for every good deed they had performed, every life saved and kindness given.
Finally, the golden hammer fell away, disappearing into golden dust as the orb thundered triumphant, and then the manifold rings around it fell apart to dissappear as it turned to Panacea and bid her without words to take it up and wield it with grace.
Everyone at the table sat for awhile as they tried to come to terms with what had just happened, and Joe worried he'd gone a bit too far with this one.
