Chapter 52: Join us

Dont really talk about myself but Im shit at dialogue but most of y'all undertsand how hard it is to write good dialogue so I will keep most dialogue short

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I stood at the doorway, taken aback by the presence of this formidable polymorph before me. Uncertainty gripped me as I deliberated whether to permit his entry. However, before I could come to a decision, the Hierophant spoke once more, his voice carrying an elegant cadence tinged with a hint of impatience.

"If you don't let me in it would be a shame to see where I might wonder over to" The threat hung heavy in the air, and I raised my hands in response, manipulating the water molecules to condense into finely crafted ice words that spelled out, "You may enter." With a nod of acknowledgment, the Hierophant brushed past me, his movements calculated and deliberate. He took a seat at the table, his posture regal, resembling that of a nobleman at a grand dinner party.

*What brings you here* As I settled into the chair opposite the Hierophant, I formed words in the air with a flick of my hand, creating a silent message. His smirk widened, revealing sharp canines that caught the moonlight streaming into my home, casting an eerie glow on my back as I faced away from the window.

"I was sent hear to deliver a message by my king" He maintained his rigid posture as he produced a bottle that appeared to contain red wine, its origins a mystery to me. With practiced ease, he retrieved two wine glasses and began to pour the liquid into each, but as the crimson fluid cascaded into the cups, a realization dawned on me—it was not wine but blood. Its metallic scent filled the air, permeating my home with an unsettling aroma.

"Beautiful, isn't it? Such a lovely color, and I got it quite fresh," the Hierophant remarked, pushing one glass toward me while he indulged in a sip from his own. Despite the unsettling drop in temperature that accompanied his words, he seemed unaffected.

"My king extends an invitation for you to join us," he continued, his tone matter-of-fact. "He sees your methods of raising these humans as beneficial to the continuation of our kind. It would be a pity to have to eliminate you when we could instead have you join us"

His words felt like a mockery, but I had one burning question. Without hesitation, I crafted the words in the air to ask it.

*Where did you get this?* I demanded, my finger pointing accusingly at the glass before me. Anger simmered beneath the surface, ready to boil over at the Hierophant's next words.

"Got this from a lovely boy on the east end of your farm. He was quite energetic, guess that's why his blood has such a sweet tas-"

Before the Hierophant could finish his sentence, my anger erupted into action. Without hesitation, I unleashed Frost Strike, channeling all my fury into the attack. The blow struck the Hierophant square in the jaw, sending him hurtling backward. With a deafening crash, he crashed through the bookshelves and burst through the wall of my house, leaving a gaping hole in its wake.

Stepping outside, I found the Hierophant's enraged face amidst the wreckage.

"HOW DARE YOU, YOU PATHETIC BAG OF BONES!" The Hierophant's enraged roar echoed through the night as his body underwent a grotesque transformation. His once lion-like tail morphed into that of a scorpion, while his arms swelled and grew beast-like, covered in black fur. His legs shifted into a digitigrade stance, and his head elongated, taking on a more bat-like appearance.

*Silence, you pathetic shit stain! You come to MY city, feast on MY people, and expect to walk out of here alive? Hell no! You're dying tonight, and after that, I'll offer your disgusting ashes to whoever's family or friend you killed, to pour down the shit hole in the outhouse!*

With a surge of righteous anger, I made my intentions clear to the transformed Hierophant, prepared to mete out justice for the people who considered me their protector, no their hero.

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Fucked up and forgot to multiply the health by 3 so for those who noticed it props to you

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[Name: Brook. D .Newport]

[Race: Undead]

[Species: Skeleton Warrior ]

[Class: Death Knight{Frost}]

[Rank: 2]

[Level: 36](50,838/700,000)

[Health: 270/270]

[Mana points: 82/82]

[Stat points: 0 ]

[Strength: 90]

[Endurance: 90]

[Agility: 86]

[Wisdom: 42]

[Intelligence: 42]

[skills: [Scrutinize: Lv Max], [Frost Strike: Lv Max] [Chains of Ice: Lv Max] [Permafrost: Lv 9], [Cold Breath: Lv Max], [Frozen Fortitude: Lv 8],[Chilled Servitude: Lv 5], [Glacial Dread: Lv 4]

[Note: Kick his ass]

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