From the desk of WTV

“I do – in full position of my faculties and of sound mind and body – here by dub thee as my
intellectual, scholarly, and creative equal (though lacking in arcane power) and confer upon you
the rights and privileges afford to a natural born citizen of our Plane. As a clone born of my
powers, I grant you rights to the secrets of the Mary Walls Multiverse, The Val, and The Order
of The Lamp; I further charge you with the protection of The Temple of Lawful Fire and the
continued study of The Library in my absence. May your existence serve to better the
Multiverse.”
-Certificate of authenticity for Valter The Wast, clone of Walter The Vast.

“In the end, there is no cataclysmic battle, no Honor, no greater Good.

There is only silence, and the whimper of a dying beast, and The Empty.”
-from The Metaphysics of Planar Entity’s by Walter The Vast.

. . . . .

Through the eyes of a clone: a letter from Valter The Wast – Clone of Walter The Vast.

Some of you may know of my existence, others may have known and forgotten. I am
Valter the Wast and I am a clone of Walter the Vast - The Originator. After his breakthrough
with the Mary Walls diary The Originator felt it was necessary for someone to continue research
in The Library, thus I was created.
There has been a discovery you all should be made aware of. The alter for the Temple of
Lawful Fire created in Lucretia’s layer serves as a portal to another Plane; we have known about
this portal for some time (the frankly vast amounts of energy it emits makes it hard to ignore) but
certain tests where needed to be sure the portal was stable. I alone entered the portal and stepped
foot inside the Plane of the Temple of Lawful Fire. I arrived in The Hall of Many Doors, which,
at one point, held thousands of doors leading to all manner of Planes allowing the Charlie
Sightseer and his company to lend aid to those in need. The doors have not closed, they’ve
vanished, leaving only the disappointingly common brick and wood of their frames behind. I
walked the hall for hours finding no other portals but the one I’d entered through – this is
extremely concerning – a Plane which has been closed off from other Planes and Realms is either
dying or has been hidden away by some enormous power.
There is another issue; the Plane of The Temple of Lawful Fire is empty. It is more than a
lack of inhabitance, looking out of the windows of the Temple there is only emptiness. Darkness
is the absence of light; here we have an absence of matter.
During my investigation of this hall I happened upon the quarters of one Laehcim the
Lawful. Upon his desk I found a letter written in his hand, once I realized what I was reading it
became clear it needed to be shared with out company. It reads:

Having given my essence to the heroes battling the great chaos and evil plaguing us, I
am spent beyond the limits of Will and must enter that dread long sleep.
How I miss her. How I long to see her face, just once more.
In her absence our scared Plane of Lawful Fire evaporates as the dew in the sun. Where are you
my Lady? Have you abandoned us in our time of peril? I think not, then, where are you? Even as
I speak my last breath, I see no silent, beautiful horned mount to take me home. Where has Good
gone?

Laechim’s letter troubles The Originator and myself; there are so many unanswered
questions: who is this woman? What mount? And what is “that dread long sleep”? This letter
could explain the emptiness of the Plane. Planes are not meant to be isolated; they are meant to
interact with one another and feed off of the energy of different Realms, without this source of
nutrients the Plane could be dying, the question is: was it isolated by attack or for protection?

Yours, forever famished,

VTW CWTV.

P.S.
The Empty seems to be the absence of Realm.