Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28856385-20170225180111/@comment-26426764-20170226012651

Phobe's arrival was met with great praise from the very tired Father. He ushered his little visitor inside and revealed to him the great plan he had come up with. Ebott would be revived, and the Demons would be saved from a great destruction. The ritual was almost ready - And upon the return of Günter to the castle, it would begin. Father took note of Phobe's great ability in the area of magic, and asked him a question.

"Say, my friend. With the revival of Ebott near, would you lend me your magical prowess? Ebott will likely not surrender easily, but with you on our side - We may be able to convince the beast to do our bidding!" He smacked his staff on the ground and smiled stressfully. In truth, he still wasn't sure if it would even work - But it was really the only chance he had at winning this war.

Commotion from outside caused the Father to look out his castle's great and illustrious... window. ''"Damnation..." ''He muttered. The Agarifs- No, the Filth had entered the Holy Land. Had they stayed put they would have been safe, but now another inevitable battle was approaching. A drop of sweat poured down his face and he began breathing heavily. Of course, a high ranking Demon soldier approached whatever ambassador the Filth sent.

''"Halt, Filth. What business does one like you bring to the Holy Land?" ''His voice was stern and emotionless - the perfect soldier for Father's plans! How proud he was to have such a pawn under his control. He tapped his fingers on the window and watched his soldier for a while longer, but returned his gaze to Phobe after a few moments.

"Yes yes, Phobe. As I was saying - The revival will likely take a considerable amount of magic, and being my age? I doubt I can handle it on my own." He straightened his gaze and scratched his chin. "So my friend, shall we summon the Great One together? A last hurrah before the Demons are sent to war!"

Günter had done it. The materials found... He would return to the Holy Land at once with them. That's not to say they weren't rather odd... In addition to the very staff the Father had, he also had to gather a book, some sort of vegetable, a few things locked up in Malatz, and a plant grown only in the deepest, darkest depths of Magmaflow. Of course, with his sheer loyalty, he completed this task and returned at once.

Father glanced at him as he opened the door. He had the materials gathered in a large bag, but he hulked it around as if it was nothing. "Sir..." He began, "I have gathered them all. Shall we now save our race?"

Father instantly lightened up. He laughed a little bit and stuck his staff out in front of him. As long as the Filth didn't intervene, he'd save both them and the Demons! "Come, Phobe! Come, Günter! Together - Ebott will return to this world, by our hand!" The two were dragged off into a room deep inside the castle. It was once Asgore's throne room, but the throne previously there was removed. All that remained was the flower bed in the middle - The perfect place to channel into Ebott's prison!

And now... it would happen. The book was placed in the middle and opened, revealing a page about magic seals. Father studied it for a moment and stepped back. He cleared his throat and motioned for Phobe to do the same. Günter, not one to trifle with magic, opted to watch from afar as the two did their thing. That's not to say he wouldn't intervene if something went wrong, however.

Everything gathered was placed in very specific places around the flowerbed. Suddenly, the room darkened... With the only light being a faint blue one given off by the book. It was working! Father held out his staff in front of him, and it began floating... He cleared his throat and got into a praying position. He hinted at Phobe to do the same. He read the book and continuously chanted something or other...

This was a great day for Mayonnaise! Not only did she find all that cool stuff, but the pawn shop was empty too! She took everything she could find for herself - Watches, furniture, everything! It only took a few short trips to the base and back (And a little help carrying stuff, but whatever!) and she had everything there. She planned to sell it all to another pawns shop and make the biggest buck she'd ever made.

But then she got greedier. She took all the money from the till, and eventually there was nothing left to steal! Laying down in her great pile of money, Mayonnaise opted to take a well deserved nap. That stupid TV show might've mind controlled everyone, but it was good for making a profit, that's for sure!