It was on one of those evenings when the moon stood like a silent guardian over Midgard, that Mani, god of the moon and time, observed the people. He saw their joy, their laughter, their toasts â but also their excess, the passing of hours without awareness.
Mani knew: A little fun in moderation is good and important. But without guidance, even a celebration loses its meaning.
Thus he stepped out of the silver veil and addressed the Guild of Thor's Hammer. He presented Archomagus Elvarin Thalor of the Alder Spring with a piece of spruce wood, grown under his light, imbued with the rhythm of the hours.
Elvarin carved a tankard from it, in whose sides he placed conchos bearing a Celtic cross â symbols of eternal return. In their center: a turquoise, the eye of heaven, which sees how long you stay.
Then, as Archmagistra Tavariel Wolfheart of the Oak Grove raised her staff Eledhril â Friend of the Stars and cast the spell, Mani himself stretched out his fingers and drew streaks of moonlight down from the sky. With a steady hand, he placed them around the tankard as silver rings â paths of time, bound by a divine gesture.
The tankard began to breathe â not with air, but with rhythm.
Mani said:
"Whoever drinks from this tankard doesn't just drink liquid â they drink time. The rings are my tracks, the conchos my wheels. The turquoise is my eye. But be warned: the more you drink, the faster the evening passes. And for those who are too greedy, the night slips away like sand through their fingers."
Today, Mani's Tankard of Time stands in the markets of Midgard â as a conversation starter, ritual object, and poetic memorial. Whoever raises it should know: the potion is liquid, but its effect is fleeting. And sometimes, when the turquoise flickers in the light, one can hear Mani's voice whisper:
"Drink in moderation â and time will follow you."