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As stated by the title, this is the section of A Very Different Trial. The first part can be found over here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13821849/ (or on the older button)
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For the Red Crane, seasons and time were things that naturally flowed, one after another. Something was amiss, however…it was as though something were about to go terribly wrong. It was a feeling he’d had before one of his disciples fell to the Sha of Despair in the Krasarang Wilds, and a feeling he’d had just before the Sha of Despair nearly destroyed him. The Red Crane had endured that encounter, but only just…and with no small amount of help of a young man from the Alliance by the name of Anduin Wrynn…as well as several others who’d risked their lives for his sake. Anduin was the one who stood out, though…a young man who had sought the advice of the Red Crane, only to see Chi-Ji at his absolute lowest.
There was an old saying in Pandaria that bearing witness to the humility of another was a good way to gather the first fruits of friendship. So too had it been with Chi-Ji and Anduin. The time they’d spent together was brief, yes, but Anduin had gained a very important understanding of the land he traveled through. As well as the earnest wishes of one of that land’s guardians in his future ventures. The thoughts that Chi-Ji had about the time he’d spent in Anduin’s presence were good ones. The ones he had now, however…were turbulent. Something was about to go disastrously wrong.
Something that had eluded the notice of the others in the courtroom now rang the bells of alarm within the mind of the Red Crane. Where was the strange being Kairoz that had offered to facilitate the trial? Chi-Ji had felt immediately suspicious, and with good reason… In the memory of the Red Crane, some dragons had assisted the mogu in the past with maintaining their tight-fisted control over Pandaria, and if they had the chance to throw the trial into disarray to send a message, this Kairoz might very well take it.
He looked to the Jade Serpent, the Black Ox, and the White Tiger, one after another. The trial was in recess…the person representing Garrosh’s defense, a tauren by the name of Baine Bloodhoof, seemed to be sweating as he considered the advice he was being presented. The murderously sharp eyes of Chi-Ji missed very little in small places. He looked to where those who were determined to prove Garrosh’s guilt stood and saw the looks of relief…the laughter on their faces. How little they understood what this was about.
Chi-Ji, more than ever, was convinced this trial was a sideshow. A brewmaster ten mugs into their finest creation could have seen that very plainly. Taran Zhu was a masterful orator, yes…but the courtroom was something that defied his control. Kairoz had intervened time and again throughout to make matters incessantly difficult.
But then again, this was not an easy trial. ‘Everyone is guilty of something at one point in their lives.’ Chi-Ji reasoned. ‘So too is it with Garrosh. The Vale that was the source of many, many great things in this land is in utter chaos because of his ambition. And the darkness that once existed is gone as a result of the Sha of Pride being forced to the surface, yes…’
‘But what punishment can there be for one who has done such things? Is there such a thing as ‘adequate’ justice?’
The Celestials had chosen very different forms than they normally did. Part of Chi-Ji bristled at the idea that this sort of deception was necessary; this ‘Blood elf’ struck no chord within his inmost being. He was as conflicted as a fledgling and as defiant as ever. When questions were directed his way by the defense (who seemed to think Chi-Ji would help them, having assumed the form he had), he answered as bluntly as possible, and with no more than three words at a time. He looked to the other Celestials and stated, “Something is amiss. Shall I…attend to matters?”
Niuzao met his eyes and nodded once. “Do what you must.” The Black Ox stated simply.
Yu’lon, having chosen the form of a Pandaren cub, nodded as well. “Tread lightly. Do not make a worse situation than that which exists…if you can help it.” The cheeky smile she directed his way belied the seriousness of her words.
Xuen’s form seemed to shift into that of a mighty Pandaren. The White Tiger was restless, Chi-Ji felt this very keenly. “I agree.” Xuen stated calmly, shaking his great head. The form he took…was the one of Rook Stonetoe. Poor, plain, simple Rook, who was gone forever...but remembered by the Celestials he had served so faithfully and for so long. “Go, Chi-Ji.”
Chi-Ji nodded…and then seemed to vanish from the makeshift courtroom. He made certain no one was watching the high parapets, not even the Shado-Pan who had come here, and appeared there. The Red Crane considered matters; his preferred appearance would only draw unnecessary attention to himself. Thus he reasoned it would be better to take a different shape. And so he did. The form he took was of a magnificently built male Pandaren, with reddish fur about the arms, eyes, and stomach, a thick chest, and a glorious stomach that spilled over simple reddish pants.
It was a form he knew well and enjoyed greatly…the name of this form was Fat Long-fat. A unique name, to be certain, but one that Chi-Ji was happy to have. Size was strength to the Pandaren, and Chi-Ji had come to love them dearly.
‘I wish you were here, Thelonius, but you are not. I shall make do in your absence.’ Chi-Ji seemed to glide to the ground in his great, ungainly form, still unwatched and unnoticed by those who were outside the Temple of the White Tiger.
In this form, Chi-Ji would have brought a smile to any Pandaren who caught sight of him. Magnificently built males such as Fat Long-fat had a way of bringing cheer where they passed…whether it was of the alcoholic variety or of a good dance.
But cheer and good fortune were not on his mind. What was on his mind was the strange disturbance he felt; a symptom of a problem that had to be addressed immediately.
He began walking much faster…aware of the rhythmic swaying of his great gut. Now that…was a feeling he enjoyed. Or at least…one he would have enjoyed under slightly better circumstances.
…
Chi-Ji met the eyes of the guards at the entrance to the tunnel leading to Garrosh Hellscream’s cage. “Is…someone inside?” Chi-Ji asked respectfully. The guards were Shado-Pan, a burly male with a brawler’s build and a solidly-built female with icy blue eyes that rivaled even the glaciers of Kun-Lai.
The guards exchanged a glance, looking at the gigantic Pandaren for a moment and considering what they were to say. “The former warchief of the Horde, of course.”
“Has anyone passed this way to visit him?” Chi-Ji asked in his most diplomatic tone imaginable, fully aware that Garrosh was within. Patience was a virtue…and one that even the Pandaren tested.
“A Hawkmaster of the Order.” The voice of the guardswoman stated, shrugging.
“I am to speak with him. It will not be long.” Chi-Ji announced.
The guards didn’t like the sound of that. “Garrosh is not going to escape on our watch.” The burly male stated, as though it were written in stone and known to the Lorewalkers.
“You’re right, he isn’t.” Chi-Ji confirmed with a nod. “I am simply making certain of that. Now…” He closed his eyes. “May I see him?”
The guardswoman met Chi-Ji’s eyes, attempting to gauge the Red Crane in his Pandaren form. “You have ten minutes and no more. The guards inside will dismiss you when your time is up.”
“I appreciate this, sister.” Chi-Ji bowed to her, smiling from ear to ear. “Thank you for your service to a fat old man.”
The two Shado-Pan seemed quite bemused by this statement, but allowed Chi-Ji to enter. He did not run…running was not something this form was suited to, but his walk was as brisk as his thick legs could manage. ‘My true form flies swifter and everyone would know it…and that is part of the problem.’
The Red Crane’s eyes narrowed as he saw a rather strange sight. The cage was wrapped in arcane magic, the kind of spells that could prevent Sha from springing loose. This was not unusual. What was unusual was the Shado-Pan with his back turned to the entrance…and the two Pandaren guards who lay slumped against the wall.
Chi-Ji’s eyes widened with horror and alarm. The form of the Shado-Pan who stood talking to Hellscream was one that he recognized. It was Hawkmaster Nurong, yes...or was it? Chi-Ji took in a deep breath with the keen nose that Fat Long-fat was blessed with…and smelled something very different from Nurong. From Chi-Ji’s few meetings with the Hawkmaster, he’d determined that the Wu Kao master smelled of sage and high mountain herbs. The ‘Nurong’ who spoke with Hellscream smelled of thick, heavy woodsmoke.
“I’ll give you one chance to explain yourself.” Chi-Ji stated in a grim tone, drawing closer to the two. He was once again glad to have the bulk of the form that he possessed... “Who are you, and what are you doing here?”
...
For the Red Crane, seasons and time were things that naturally flowed, one after another. Something was amiss, however…it was as though something were about to go terribly wrong. It was a feeling he’d had before one of his disciples fell to the Sha of Despair in the Krasarang Wilds, and a feeling he’d had just before the Sha of Despair nearly destroyed him. The Red Crane had endured that encounter, but only just…and with no small amount of help of a young man from the Alliance by the name of Anduin Wrynn…as well as several others who’d risked their lives for his sake. Anduin was the one who stood out, though…a young man who had sought the advice of the Red Crane, only to see Chi-Ji at his absolute lowest.
There was an old saying in Pandaria that bearing witness to the humility of another was a good way to gather the first fruits of friendship. So too had it been with Chi-Ji and Anduin. The time they’d spent together was brief, yes, but Anduin had gained a very important understanding of the land he traveled through. As well as the earnest wishes of one of that land’s guardians in his future ventures. The thoughts that Chi-Ji had about the time he’d spent in Anduin’s presence were good ones. The ones he had now, however…were turbulent. Something was about to go disastrously wrong.
Something that had eluded the notice of the others in the courtroom now rang the bells of alarm within the mind of the Red Crane. Where was the strange being Kairoz that had offered to facilitate the trial? Chi-Ji had felt immediately suspicious, and with good reason… In the memory of the Red Crane, some dragons had assisted the mogu in the past with maintaining their tight-fisted control over Pandaria, and if they had the chance to throw the trial into disarray to send a message, this Kairoz might very well take it.
He looked to the Jade Serpent, the Black Ox, and the White Tiger, one after another. The trial was in recess…the person representing Garrosh’s defense, a tauren by the name of Baine Bloodhoof, seemed to be sweating as he considered the advice he was being presented. The murderously sharp eyes of Chi-Ji missed very little in small places. He looked to where those who were determined to prove Garrosh’s guilt stood and saw the looks of relief…the laughter on their faces. How little they understood what this was about.
Chi-Ji, more than ever, was convinced this trial was a sideshow. A brewmaster ten mugs into their finest creation could have seen that very plainly. Taran Zhu was a masterful orator, yes…but the courtroom was something that defied his control. Kairoz had intervened time and again throughout to make matters incessantly difficult.
But then again, this was not an easy trial. ‘Everyone is guilty of something at one point in their lives.’ Chi-Ji reasoned. ‘So too is it with Garrosh. The Vale that was the source of many, many great things in this land is in utter chaos because of his ambition. And the darkness that once existed is gone as a result of the Sha of Pride being forced to the surface, yes…’
‘But what punishment can there be for one who has done such things? Is there such a thing as ‘adequate’ justice?’
The Celestials had chosen very different forms than they normally did. Part of Chi-Ji bristled at the idea that this sort of deception was necessary; this ‘Blood elf’ struck no chord within his inmost being. He was as conflicted as a fledgling and as defiant as ever. When questions were directed his way by the defense (who seemed to think Chi-Ji would help them, having assumed the form he had), he answered as bluntly as possible, and with no more than three words at a time. He looked to the other Celestials and stated, “Something is amiss. Shall I…attend to matters?”
Niuzao met his eyes and nodded once. “Do what you must.” The Black Ox stated simply.
Yu’lon, having chosen the form of a Pandaren cub, nodded as well. “Tread lightly. Do not make a worse situation than that which exists…if you can help it.” The cheeky smile she directed his way belied the seriousness of her words.
Xuen’s form seemed to shift into that of a mighty Pandaren. The White Tiger was restless, Chi-Ji felt this very keenly. “I agree.” Xuen stated calmly, shaking his great head. The form he took…was the one of Rook Stonetoe. Poor, plain, simple Rook, who was gone forever...but remembered by the Celestials he had served so faithfully and for so long. “Go, Chi-Ji.”
Chi-Ji nodded…and then seemed to vanish from the makeshift courtroom. He made certain no one was watching the high parapets, not even the Shado-Pan who had come here, and appeared there. The Red Crane considered matters; his preferred appearance would only draw unnecessary attention to himself. Thus he reasoned it would be better to take a different shape. And so he did. The form he took was of a magnificently built male Pandaren, with reddish fur about the arms, eyes, and stomach, a thick chest, and a glorious stomach that spilled over simple reddish pants.
It was a form he knew well and enjoyed greatly…the name of this form was Fat Long-fat. A unique name, to be certain, but one that Chi-Ji was happy to have. Size was strength to the Pandaren, and Chi-Ji had come to love them dearly.
‘I wish you were here, Thelonius, but you are not. I shall make do in your absence.’ Chi-Ji seemed to glide to the ground in his great, ungainly form, still unwatched and unnoticed by those who were outside the Temple of the White Tiger.
In this form, Chi-Ji would have brought a smile to any Pandaren who caught sight of him. Magnificently built males such as Fat Long-fat had a way of bringing cheer where they passed…whether it was of the alcoholic variety or of a good dance.
But cheer and good fortune were not on his mind. What was on his mind was the strange disturbance he felt; a symptom of a problem that had to be addressed immediately.
He began walking much faster…aware of the rhythmic swaying of his great gut. Now that…was a feeling he enjoyed. Or at least…one he would have enjoyed under slightly better circumstances.
…
Chi-Ji met the eyes of the guards at the entrance to the tunnel leading to Garrosh Hellscream’s cage. “Is…someone inside?” Chi-Ji asked respectfully. The guards were Shado-Pan, a burly male with a brawler’s build and a solidly-built female with icy blue eyes that rivaled even the glaciers of Kun-Lai.
The guards exchanged a glance, looking at the gigantic Pandaren for a moment and considering what they were to say. “The former warchief of the Horde, of course.”
“Has anyone passed this way to visit him?” Chi-Ji asked in his most diplomatic tone imaginable, fully aware that Garrosh was within. Patience was a virtue…and one that even the Pandaren tested.
“A Hawkmaster of the Order.” The voice of the guardswoman stated, shrugging.
“I am to speak with him. It will not be long.” Chi-Ji announced.
The guards didn’t like the sound of that. “Garrosh is not going to escape on our watch.” The burly male stated, as though it were written in stone and known to the Lorewalkers.
“You’re right, he isn’t.” Chi-Ji confirmed with a nod. “I am simply making certain of that. Now…” He closed his eyes. “May I see him?”
The guardswoman met Chi-Ji’s eyes, attempting to gauge the Red Crane in his Pandaren form. “You have ten minutes and no more. The guards inside will dismiss you when your time is up.”
“I appreciate this, sister.” Chi-Ji bowed to her, smiling from ear to ear. “Thank you for your service to a fat old man.”
The two Shado-Pan seemed quite bemused by this statement, but allowed Chi-Ji to enter. He did not run…running was not something this form was suited to, but his walk was as brisk as his thick legs could manage. ‘My true form flies swifter and everyone would know it…and that is part of the problem.’
The Red Crane’s eyes narrowed as he saw a rather strange sight. The cage was wrapped in arcane magic, the kind of spells that could prevent Sha from springing loose. This was not unusual. What was unusual was the Shado-Pan with his back turned to the entrance…and the two Pandaren guards who lay slumped against the wall.
Chi-Ji’s eyes widened with horror and alarm. The form of the Shado-Pan who stood talking to Hellscream was one that he recognized. It was Hawkmaster Nurong, yes...or was it? Chi-Ji took in a deep breath with the keen nose that Fat Long-fat was blessed with…and smelled something very different from Nurong. From Chi-Ji’s few meetings with the Hawkmaster, he’d determined that the Wu Kao master smelled of sage and high mountain herbs. The ‘Nurong’ who spoke with Hellscream smelled of thick, heavy woodsmoke.
“I’ll give you one chance to explain yourself.” Chi-Ji stated in a grim tone, drawing closer to the two. He was once again glad to have the bulk of the form that he possessed... “Who are you, and what are you doing here?”
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