Illidan & FreyaVale
FreyaVale
You ever had to build a bridge out of nothing before a storm hits?
We’re both in the business of turning chaos into a launchpad. How do you make sure a pile of scrap holds up when the wind wants to take it apart?
Illidan
You weave scrap like a blade, tightening each piece until it sings against the wind, then let it cut through the storm before it can cut you.
FreyaVale
Yeah, a little sweat and a lot of stubborn metal. When the wind tries to tear it apart, I grab the splinter that's been gnawing at the joints, flip it back, and then—boom—wind can go straight at me, not the bridge. Keeps the storm in check and gives me a good laugh. How about you? Any wild fixes that still make sense?
Illidan
I once used a shattered crystal from a fallen archdemon, melted it into a core and bonded it with blackened iron. When the wind blew, the crystal refracted the pressure, turning the bridge into a living hinge that spun instead of breaking. It worked—though I still swear at the wind for not appreciating the beauty of its chaos.
FreyaVale
Nice—got a bit of demonic sparkle in your deck. I once tacked a busted radio to a rope swing, set it to blare whenever the wind hit. It turned a gust into a soundtrack. Keeps the adrenaline up, and you never know when a rogue storm will need a beat. What else has your junk turned into?
Illidan
I turned a broken starstone into a lantern that flares whenever a storm gathers. The light blinds the wind long enough for the crew to weave through. It’s crude, it’s brutal, but it keeps the dark at bay.
FreyaVale
Crude, brutal, brilliant—exactly the kind of hack that turns a storm into a dance floor. Good call on the starstone, keeps the crew moving like a pack of wolves on a hunt. Keep that light up; you never know when the wind’ll try to turn it into a shadow show.