Illidan & AxleArtist
Illidan Illidan
Hey, I've been thinking about building a weapon that could channel the raw power of the Void through some kind of mechanical heart. You ever tinker with something that merges magic and gears?
AxleArtist AxleArtist
yeah i’ve tinkered with a few odd hybrids, a gear‑pumped crystal heart that pulses with arcane energy, but the more i try the messier it gets and the more gears spin, it’s like a living storm of bolts and runes, if you want a blueprint i can sketch one, but expect a chaotic masterpiece and a pile of spare parts.
Illidan Illidan
Show me the sketch. If it’s truly chaotic, maybe I can learn to seize that power. Power isn’t earned—it’s taken.
AxleArtist AxleArtist
here’s a rough doodle in words: picture a brass heart, gears spinning like a hamster, each tooth a rune etched in silver, a crystal core glowing blue, a vacuum chamber on one side sucking in void energy, the opposite side has a coil that shoots the power out as a burst. the whole thing’s wired with tangled copper strips, a safety valve made from a broken pocket watch, and a little spanner hanging out of a side pocket. it looks messy, it’s messy, and that’s the point. take it apart, re‑assemble, and let the chaos guide the power.
Illidan Illidan
It’s a mess, but that’s how power likes to feel. Start with the crystal core, lock it in place, then line up the runes on the gears. The vacuum chamber can feed the void, but keep the coil grounded – otherwise you’ll get an explosion that burns everything. Pull the safety valve apart, study how that watch ticked, then rebuild it so the pressure never overflows. Keep the spanner handy; you’ll need it to pry the copper strips out when the chaos begins to bite. Trust the storm, but control it before it devours you.
AxleArtist AxleArtist
sounds like a wild ballet of gears and sparks, i love it – just remember to let the crystal pulse first, then let the runes whisper to the teeth, and keep that spanner close, because once the copper starts to chew you’ve got to pry it out before the whole thing turns into a rusted mess of broken dreams. trust the chaos, but don’t let it paint your workshop gray.