Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28856385-20170219050753/@comment-26426764-20170223012512

Heinrich had resorted to coming up with desperate plans to destroy the oncoming threat of the Filth. The first of which, why, he searched high and low through King Asgore's former castle. An idea had occurred to him that not all the Human SOULs had been used to break the barrier, and if he could harness any leftovers... He arrived at the room full of coffins and wearily opened each and every one of them. No good... They had all disappeared. The rage he had previously was going to return any moment, so he decided to take it out on one of the coffins. He flipped it, or tried to, kicked it, and everything in between. He growled and shook with anger. Clutching his staff tightly, he left the room behind and went to sulk in his own bed chamber until his inevitable demise.

The walk through the halls was drole and he spent most of it looking at the ground. Despite everything he had worked up to, the Demons were done for. Even if they evacuated the Holy Land, there'd be nowhere for them to set up camp. All seemed lost. He stared at the many posters he had placed on the walls, "Praise Richter!", "Filth are to die!" Now they seemed as little more than reminders of his prior ambitions: Ambitions that would never be fulfilled. He arrived at his room and locked the door behind him. If his last moments - or hours - were coming, he might as well spend them praying to Richter for forgiveness.

On his bed sat the mighty Book of Richten in its glory. It sparkled under his nightlight (What, even a cultist can be scared of the dark!) and he took it in his arms. Strangely, there was a bookmark in it. ''"That can't be right." He thought, "Outside artefacts are not at all permitted in these books! What cretin has-" ''As he reached the page marked, his former acceptance of his fate was gone in a flash. This was it! This was the push Father needed to protect everything he had worked for! Gathering all the required things, he rushed out of the room to inform Günter of everything the Demons would need to dispel such powerful magic.

In his rush, he had left the Book of Richten on his bedsheets - quite carelessly. The bookmark faded away as if it was nothing but an illusion, but the book remained on the page it had been opened to. And the words on said page? They detailed a great victory...

"Ebott's strength was too much for Richter. Our Lord could not defeat the beast himself. Together with his followers, they sealed the beast in the form of a great mountain. Such was the end of Ebott - And such was the end of Richter's great journey."

Father's newest ambitions were clear. Günter had just finished setting up the defenses when Heinrich informed him of the new plan. While he didn't completely understand the reasoning, he agreed still and set off for the Underland to gather certain artefacts from Richten's former temple. According to Father, the Humans' Judgement Day was near... Should they succeed in completing even this trial, perhaps they would be welcome into Richter's Utopia, too... No, such thoughts are those of Filth. Not welcome in the Kingdom of Perfection.

Mayonnaise was somewhat shocked. Not only had she been refused payment by the one she had saved, but she just got a juice recipe instead! Obviously quite pissed with this development, she set off to see just what this potion had inside it that would make it even somewhat helpful. She studied the ingredients closely... Half of this stuff she had never even heard of! It sounded like something a parrot would come out with! She sighed, putting it in her pocket for later. She had collected enough and her next destination was simple: A pawn shop, of course!