Shadowseldil
Redeemed Darkness
*Meanwhile, forgotten in his corner, Shadowseldil is now standing atop a painted latter, finishing the last stroke of an "e". Next to him is a large painting of a wheel with the words "flood gate release valve" painted over top of it. Giving a shrill whistle to gain everyone's attention, he gives the wheel a good, firm spinning. For a moment, nothing happens. Then comes a slow rumble. Suddenly, one wall of the thread burst open. Cascading cold water floods through the thread, soaking everyone thoroughly before rushing out of the other side. After a few seconds of this, Shadowseldil spins the wheel the other direction, and, after a few more seconds of rushing water, the torrent stops.
High and dry atop his latter, Shadowseldil looks across the room.*
I have one think to say to you all. (In a non-sing-songy voice) Neener, neener, and neener.
High and dry atop his latter, Shadowseldil looks across the room.*
I have one think to say to you all. (In a non-sing-songy voice) Neener, neener, and neener.
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