text; un: varian wrynn

[shalamayne]

these things are slower to write with than quill and parchment. making things easy here is not an option it would seem. these letters are too small even to press upon.

i will be going to the wall and climbing one of the towers there to survey the landscape beyond. anyone who wishes to come with will be welcome. if this place thinks for one moment that i shall sit around and rest on my laurels as my city and world are in danger then they can think again. i will make that earlier meeting look tame should i get my hands on those responsible for holding us here.

the wall expedition shall start at midday and i will not be waiting pAST THAT SO SHOW UP OR DON'T, I SHALL NOT BE CONCERNED.

NOW THEY'RE LARGE LETTERS. CURSE THIS THING.

Video; 1st Illusion ♪

[topmagician]

[The video turns on to show a young boy sitting on the floor in front of his mirror, large black bunny in his lap while a matching blue one seems to be plotting on the bed behind them.]

So, I've been thinking. Who's to say which reality is real? How can you be so sure what you think is real is really what happened? When it all comes down to it, we make our own realities. Someone can delude themselves that something is there when it's not. And on the same page, what's there can be made to not be there if someone convinces themselves it's not. Our minds play tricks on us all the time, so how are you certain where and what you really are is what's real when reality as you know it is just one perspective out of millions? Can we really trust what we believe to be the truth?

[And just as he says that, the blue bunny behind him bloats up like a balloon before popping, spraying blood and chunks of flesh all over the bed and wall.]