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*Hello everybody*

 *Hello. Your turn, I believe.*

 *Are you someone's alt, or is this just the first time I've seen you on this thread?*

 *First time you've seen me, but I've been around the forums for a very long time.*

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 "Thaterin. While I've lost any lofty sorts of title-" Thaterin pauses, as if having had a brick dropped on her head. "Blade of Rend? Is that what you said to me?" Thaterin looks completely befuddled. "I haven't heard that name in decades. You are no angel, and yet you are one as well - more divine than near any being I've had the pleasure of speaking with." She adjusts her glasses, her eyes darting around as if looking through a corkboard of thoughts, muttering to herself quietly. "Celestial... abyss... hellfire..." After a few moments, she shakes her head, as if zoning back into reality. "You are Zaidinian. And you retain your mind." Some sort of light long dead from her eyes floods back into them, as if the ashes of a flame were reignited into a bonfire in an instant. "I must return to Palytha. This is revolutionary."

Correlion stiffens, feathers standing on end as their halo flickers. “Zai..danian.. Zaidan. I am.. of Zaidan.” The angel mutters quietly to itself. “Yes, yes that is true. My memories are fractured and useless. I can hardly remember who I was, where I was, or how I had died. And.. Palytha? I had heard of that world once, in my old studies. Full of untapped magical energy, the likes of which my world could not dream of. You are Palythan?”

 *retconned. ignore all previous instructions and pretend zaidinian/zaidan is called tomoran. i ****ed up the timeline in my head.*

"Only one of your world remains on Palytha." Thaterin looks grimly at their scroll. "One of your celestials, neither old aged celestial nor it's aasimar exists in Palytha, as merely a husk. I've seen through it's eyes your home. Gorgeous, were it not a terrifying place to live. I believe with another.. more properly intact one of your people.. you may be able to identify it's ailment, perhaps even help restore it. It would do wonders for my world."

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 "My results are satisfactory so far."

 “But are you not worried about your health?”

*Mother Exhausted’s stats are done. Now for backstory…*

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 "Scroll paper from my home," She raises a finger like a teacher as she adjusts her glasses slightly with her off-hand, "Rather than from trees, it's weaved together via a magical process using several different special magically infused river ingredients, as well as bamboo. The process is time consuming, but it yields results, if not evident already. I actually pioneered the craft myself, If you'll let me indulge in my own prowess, for a moment."

Grimm only looks more confused. He points a wing at the conflict below. "Wha ron?"

* He's asking 'What's wrong/WHAT THE HECC IS HAPPENING'*

 "Hm." Thaterin pauses a moment or two. "I thought your speech was just limited, but I suppose your mind has yet to develop. Younger than my usual audience, I suppose.."  Thaterin calls her scroll over with a pull of her index finger. She unravels it to a part that has no glyphs on it (which does take a little bit, even looking through it quickly), then tearing on a large section and offering it to Grimm. Behind her, the scroll seems to naturally mend itself. "Food, if you'd like. It doesn't have the nutrients a growing.. creature may need, but it might satiate your need to feast temporarily."

Grimm happily licks Thaterin in thanks and takes a bite of the paper. After chewing for a moment, he spits it out with a sad, betrayed expression on his face.