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The fourth part of A Very Different Trial.
Part 1 may be found here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13821849/
Part 2 may be found here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13834475/
Part 3 may be found here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13842767/
...
In the moment that Chi-Ji had begun smiling, he’d begun turning his hands over one another. Garrosh’s face drew into a snarl as he caught sight of the small ball of magic that had appeared between Chi-Ji’s palms, which now swirled the spell he’d focused into being into a larger and larger ball. “The second term of your temporary release…is that you are going to help rebuild the very people you made war against. You are going to step into their lifestyle, Garrosh Hellscream.” Chi-Ji continued focusing. In this tight a space, and considering Garrosh’s hulking size, the chance of the orc getting down the tunnel and to freedom was less than one in a hundred thousand. The Red Crane knew his magic well.
And Garrosh knew it. Having seen Chi-Ji so effortlessly take down Kairoz, the Warchief of the Horde regarded the spell between Chi-Ji’s hands with something akin to terror…and something akin to disgust as well. “Why?!”
“Because I bore witness to your unrepentant attitude. From the outset of this trial, you have treated everyone as though they were beneath you.” Chi-Ji’s eyes narrowed, the spell was almost complete.
“I’d prefer my cell to whatever death that spell might inflict.” Garrosh snapped defiance, backing towards the tunnel.
“Really?” Chi-Ji grunted, continuing to focus the spell using both of his heavy hands. The glowing orb he shaped and held was now as large as a Pandaren’s head…and far heavier. “It’s not going to kill you.”
“Would…you…stop…” The light from the orb was now as bright as the sun; the entire world stood still for a moment.
“Would you stop?” Chi-Ji repeated, almost dumbfounded. “You know…I think a great many Pandaren said that on the day your ambition destroyed their lives, when you chose to unleash a travesty into the heart of the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. I think a great many outsiders begged your forces to do just that over the course of your war…a war that you benefited greatly from.” Garrosh’s eyes were but pinpricks in the growing light of the orb. “You did not listen to your victims then.”
Before Garrosh could protest, the Red Crane snapped, “You accepted my terms, did you not? It is too late to amend the agreement…and I am not listening to you now.” In that moment, he brought up the spell and pushed it at Garrosh. “This is the second part of our agreement…Garrosh Hellscream.”
The deposed Warchief seemed to vanish as the spell contacted him in that instant. The light that had filled the space faded gradually…an echoing thrum seeming to hand in the air.
“You get your freedom…but you lose the form you might have enjoyed it in.” Chi-Ji concluded as the light faded to reveal something very different. The spell had transformed the Garrosh Hellscream that had caused so much death, chaos, and woe in this land into a thickly built Pandaren male with hopeless confusion in his eyes. Reddish brown streaks of fur surrounded both eyes in almost a teardrop shape, the hair atop his head a simple white with no topknot of any sort. Garrosh’s physique was fundamentally different. Where his body as an orc had bristled with nothing but strength, his Pandaren body had a thick belly that rose above pants that just barely fit about his newly expanded waistline. The shoulders were still strong, yes…but the armor that they’d once been able to support clattered to the ground as Garrosh’s shoulders were now too small to hold them up.
And in that moment, Chi-Ji’s smile grew. “You were so eager to accept my first term that you ignored the second. You lost your focus.” Fat Long-fat drew closer to the transformed Garrosh and stared into his eyes coldly. “So…what do you think of your new body?”
“This….this isn’t who I am.” Garrosh snarled, his voice sounding very different. The rustic tones of a farmer from the Valley of the Four Winds were not quite as commanding as his original voice. “Why would you do this to me?”
“To teach you a lesson in humility, of course.” Chi-Ji stood back before Garrosh could think to punch him. That was one thing he would not have liked in the slightest; Pandaren were well-known for their heavy fists. “One that you could have used a very, very long time ago.” The Red Crane added.
At the look of utter fury that filled Garrosh’s entire being, Chi-Ji sighed. “I see…that you do not care for who you are now. Unfortunate…but you must unlearn what you have learned.”
Garrosh waited no longer to strike, taking the first swing in his new body at Chi-Ji. “You speak nonsense! Change me back to who I was!” The Red Crane only just managed to dodge this.
“No.” Chi-Ji answered, ducking the next blow and slamming an elbow into Garrosh’s chest…which was much slimmer than what it had been before. He drove the wind out of the newly transformed Pandaren’s body. Garrosh tried to stand up…only for Chi-Ji to grip him by the neck and slam him downwards against the floor of the cell. “Perhaps this technique will serve to calm you…” The Red Crane spoke in the most soothing tone of voice imaginable, gathering a numbing mist in one hand. One of Garrosh’s arms had been pinned behind his back by Chi-Ji’s slamming him to the ground, and the Red Crane used his right hand to restrain Garrosh’s free hand against his chest.
The deposed Warchief still wriggled furiously. He was fighting as best he could, clawing and kicking at Chi-Ji in a frantic bid to escape.
When Chi-Ji’s mist-wrapped left hand touched Garrosh’s face, the green mists that he’d summoned flowed into Garrosh’s new fur. The former Warchief of the Horde grimaced once…twice…and then ceased struggling entirely in Chi-Ji’s grasp. A far more peaceful expression took its place on Garrosh’s brow.
“You have done much, little one. Sleep.” Chi-Ji spoke quietly, calmly. Now that Garrosh was no longer struggling, he could use both hands to summon another spell. This he did quickly. “Now then…to open the Door of the Heavens itself and to peer upon your very memories…” He muttered under his breath. In that moment, a second bright light filled the room.
The life and times of Garrosh Hellscream flashed through Chi-Ji’s mind in an instant. He achieved complete understanding with the orc in that moment. Heaven’s Door was something that the Celestials were hesitant to tamper with…and with good reason. “Now I understand.” Chi-Ji murmured, holding the hand that had summoned the mists and placing it against Garrosh’s nose. The nose of a Pandaren now…no sneer this face could have born would measure close to the intensity of Garrosh’s original face. “Who you once were will no doubt war with who you are now…that is, if I do not act. Therefore…I’ll need to bind you with a special safety lock.” Chi-Ji’s face became grave as he looked at the senseless Garrosh. “Your memories will not serve you such as you are. So…many of them will have to be hidden.”
Garrosh gasped for breath and found it…but only haltingly. He sucked in great greedy gasps that caused his huge stomach to fill out. Chi-Ji removed his hand from the newly-transformed Pandaren’s face and stood to his feet. “You will live in Pandaria. Even if you are not capable of undoing the damage that you and those you commanded have caused, you will still strive to heal the wounds that this land has suffered.” Chi-Ji commanded as Garrosh sat up. He placed the hand back on Garrosh’s face. “I cannot promise that you will find peace.”
The orange-brown eyes of the former warchief were hostile…but the anger soon faded, replaced by confusion. “Who am I now?” Chi-Ji sighed with relief; he’d succeeded in drawing a curtain over the memory of the fight or of Garrosh’s past self. The only thing that this new Pandaren would remember…would be the terms of the agreement.
“I do not know.” The Red Crane shrugged the great shoulders of his huge Pandaren form. “In the end, only you can find that out for yourself.” He took in a long breath. “You have twenty-five years to determine your own fate. When they are up…you will be called to account for your actions.” He pointed down the tunnel. “The guards will not know what to do with you…such as you are. They don’t know who you are, either. Use the chance I have given you. Forge your own future.”
The Pandaren who had once been Garrosh Hellscream sighed wearily. The voice of a farmer, not of a Warchief, left their lips. “You did something to my mind. Red Crane…” The Pandaren drew in a hot breath, almost as though to try and keep from weeping. “What am I to do?”
“You are to live a new life…free from the demons of your past.” Chi-Ji suggested. “Or, when you fully remember who you are…you can reject who you have become and return to who you once were. Woe be to you if you choose that path.” Chi-Ji drew in a long breath. “And if you must beg for your first few days, I think you will find that the Pandaren people are very generous to their own, if no one else. A beggar in these turbulent times will be certain to gain their sympathy.” The Red Crane headed down the tunnel to the world beyond. “A world of possibility and a land of opportunity await you. Go forth…and do be afraid.”
“I am not afraid.” There was a hard edge that Hellscream might once have possessed in the new Pandaren’s assertion. The burly Pandaren headed up the tunnel. Free for the time being…but with another judgment hanging in the future.
For a moment, Chi-Ji paused in his ruminations. “Now then…let the world forget the name Hellscream for a time. Let the ghosts have their peace…” The Red Crane walked much more differently than he had when he’d entered the tunnel. He looked to Kairoz and to the guards, all three of whom seemed to stir. Kairoz was weakest of the trio.
The Red Crane, in his guise as Fat Long-fat, knelt over Kairoz, who was still trapped in Nurong’s form. “As for you…I believe the Shado-Pan will be very interested as to why their Hawkmaster attacked their guards…and why the prisoner those guards kept is gone. Don’t you?” The look of horror that filled Kairoz’s eye was not something that Chi-Ji relished…but it was still there nonetheless. “Yes…I think they’d like to hear that very much.”
THE END…?
Part 1 may be found here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13821849/
Part 2 may be found here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13834475/
Part 3 may be found here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13842767/
...
In the moment that Chi-Ji had begun smiling, he’d begun turning his hands over one another. Garrosh’s face drew into a snarl as he caught sight of the small ball of magic that had appeared between Chi-Ji’s palms, which now swirled the spell he’d focused into being into a larger and larger ball. “The second term of your temporary release…is that you are going to help rebuild the very people you made war against. You are going to step into their lifestyle, Garrosh Hellscream.” Chi-Ji continued focusing. In this tight a space, and considering Garrosh’s hulking size, the chance of the orc getting down the tunnel and to freedom was less than one in a hundred thousand. The Red Crane knew his magic well.
And Garrosh knew it. Having seen Chi-Ji so effortlessly take down Kairoz, the Warchief of the Horde regarded the spell between Chi-Ji’s hands with something akin to terror…and something akin to disgust as well. “Why?!”
“Because I bore witness to your unrepentant attitude. From the outset of this trial, you have treated everyone as though they were beneath you.” Chi-Ji’s eyes narrowed, the spell was almost complete.
“I’d prefer my cell to whatever death that spell might inflict.” Garrosh snapped defiance, backing towards the tunnel.
“Really?” Chi-Ji grunted, continuing to focus the spell using both of his heavy hands. The glowing orb he shaped and held was now as large as a Pandaren’s head…and far heavier. “It’s not going to kill you.”
“Would…you…stop…” The light from the orb was now as bright as the sun; the entire world stood still for a moment.
“Would you stop?” Chi-Ji repeated, almost dumbfounded. “You know…I think a great many Pandaren said that on the day your ambition destroyed their lives, when you chose to unleash a travesty into the heart of the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. I think a great many outsiders begged your forces to do just that over the course of your war…a war that you benefited greatly from.” Garrosh’s eyes were but pinpricks in the growing light of the orb. “You did not listen to your victims then.”
Before Garrosh could protest, the Red Crane snapped, “You accepted my terms, did you not? It is too late to amend the agreement…and I am not listening to you now.” In that moment, he brought up the spell and pushed it at Garrosh. “This is the second part of our agreement…Garrosh Hellscream.”
The deposed Warchief seemed to vanish as the spell contacted him in that instant. The light that had filled the space faded gradually…an echoing thrum seeming to hand in the air.
“You get your freedom…but you lose the form you might have enjoyed it in.” Chi-Ji concluded as the light faded to reveal something very different. The spell had transformed the Garrosh Hellscream that had caused so much death, chaos, and woe in this land into a thickly built Pandaren male with hopeless confusion in his eyes. Reddish brown streaks of fur surrounded both eyes in almost a teardrop shape, the hair atop his head a simple white with no topknot of any sort. Garrosh’s physique was fundamentally different. Where his body as an orc had bristled with nothing but strength, his Pandaren body had a thick belly that rose above pants that just barely fit about his newly expanded waistline. The shoulders were still strong, yes…but the armor that they’d once been able to support clattered to the ground as Garrosh’s shoulders were now too small to hold them up.
And in that moment, Chi-Ji’s smile grew. “You were so eager to accept my first term that you ignored the second. You lost your focus.” Fat Long-fat drew closer to the transformed Garrosh and stared into his eyes coldly. “So…what do you think of your new body?”
“This….this isn’t who I am.” Garrosh snarled, his voice sounding very different. The rustic tones of a farmer from the Valley of the Four Winds were not quite as commanding as his original voice. “Why would you do this to me?”
“To teach you a lesson in humility, of course.” Chi-Ji stood back before Garrosh could think to punch him. That was one thing he would not have liked in the slightest; Pandaren were well-known for their heavy fists. “One that you could have used a very, very long time ago.” The Red Crane added.
At the look of utter fury that filled Garrosh’s entire being, Chi-Ji sighed. “I see…that you do not care for who you are now. Unfortunate…but you must unlearn what you have learned.”
Garrosh waited no longer to strike, taking the first swing in his new body at Chi-Ji. “You speak nonsense! Change me back to who I was!” The Red Crane only just managed to dodge this.
“No.” Chi-Ji answered, ducking the next blow and slamming an elbow into Garrosh’s chest…which was much slimmer than what it had been before. He drove the wind out of the newly transformed Pandaren’s body. Garrosh tried to stand up…only for Chi-Ji to grip him by the neck and slam him downwards against the floor of the cell. “Perhaps this technique will serve to calm you…” The Red Crane spoke in the most soothing tone of voice imaginable, gathering a numbing mist in one hand. One of Garrosh’s arms had been pinned behind his back by Chi-Ji’s slamming him to the ground, and the Red Crane used his right hand to restrain Garrosh’s free hand against his chest.
The deposed Warchief still wriggled furiously. He was fighting as best he could, clawing and kicking at Chi-Ji in a frantic bid to escape.
When Chi-Ji’s mist-wrapped left hand touched Garrosh’s face, the green mists that he’d summoned flowed into Garrosh’s new fur. The former Warchief of the Horde grimaced once…twice…and then ceased struggling entirely in Chi-Ji’s grasp. A far more peaceful expression took its place on Garrosh’s brow.
“You have done much, little one. Sleep.” Chi-Ji spoke quietly, calmly. Now that Garrosh was no longer struggling, he could use both hands to summon another spell. This he did quickly. “Now then…to open the Door of the Heavens itself and to peer upon your very memories…” He muttered under his breath. In that moment, a second bright light filled the room.
The life and times of Garrosh Hellscream flashed through Chi-Ji’s mind in an instant. He achieved complete understanding with the orc in that moment. Heaven’s Door was something that the Celestials were hesitant to tamper with…and with good reason. “Now I understand.” Chi-Ji murmured, holding the hand that had summoned the mists and placing it against Garrosh’s nose. The nose of a Pandaren now…no sneer this face could have born would measure close to the intensity of Garrosh’s original face. “Who you once were will no doubt war with who you are now…that is, if I do not act. Therefore…I’ll need to bind you with a special safety lock.” Chi-Ji’s face became grave as he looked at the senseless Garrosh. “Your memories will not serve you such as you are. So…many of them will have to be hidden.”
Garrosh gasped for breath and found it…but only haltingly. He sucked in great greedy gasps that caused his huge stomach to fill out. Chi-Ji removed his hand from the newly-transformed Pandaren’s face and stood to his feet. “You will live in Pandaria. Even if you are not capable of undoing the damage that you and those you commanded have caused, you will still strive to heal the wounds that this land has suffered.” Chi-Ji commanded as Garrosh sat up. He placed the hand back on Garrosh’s face. “I cannot promise that you will find peace.”
The orange-brown eyes of the former warchief were hostile…but the anger soon faded, replaced by confusion. “Who am I now?” Chi-Ji sighed with relief; he’d succeeded in drawing a curtain over the memory of the fight or of Garrosh’s past self. The only thing that this new Pandaren would remember…would be the terms of the agreement.
“I do not know.” The Red Crane shrugged the great shoulders of his huge Pandaren form. “In the end, only you can find that out for yourself.” He took in a long breath. “You have twenty-five years to determine your own fate. When they are up…you will be called to account for your actions.” He pointed down the tunnel. “The guards will not know what to do with you…such as you are. They don’t know who you are, either. Use the chance I have given you. Forge your own future.”
The Pandaren who had once been Garrosh Hellscream sighed wearily. The voice of a farmer, not of a Warchief, left their lips. “You did something to my mind. Red Crane…” The Pandaren drew in a hot breath, almost as though to try and keep from weeping. “What am I to do?”
“You are to live a new life…free from the demons of your past.” Chi-Ji suggested. “Or, when you fully remember who you are…you can reject who you have become and return to who you once were. Woe be to you if you choose that path.” Chi-Ji drew in a long breath. “And if you must beg for your first few days, I think you will find that the Pandaren people are very generous to their own, if no one else. A beggar in these turbulent times will be certain to gain their sympathy.” The Red Crane headed down the tunnel to the world beyond. “A world of possibility and a land of opportunity await you. Go forth…and do be afraid.”
“I am not afraid.” There was a hard edge that Hellscream might once have possessed in the new Pandaren’s assertion. The burly Pandaren headed up the tunnel. Free for the time being…but with another judgment hanging in the future.
For a moment, Chi-Ji paused in his ruminations. “Now then…let the world forget the name Hellscream for a time. Let the ghosts have their peace…” The Red Crane walked much more differently than he had when he’d entered the tunnel. He looked to Kairoz and to the guards, all three of whom seemed to stir. Kairoz was weakest of the trio.
The Red Crane, in his guise as Fat Long-fat, knelt over Kairoz, who was still trapped in Nurong’s form. “As for you…I believe the Shado-Pan will be very interested as to why their Hawkmaster attacked their guards…and why the prisoner those guards kept is gone. Don’t you?” The look of horror that filled Kairoz’s eye was not something that Chi-Ji relished…but it was still there nonetheless. “Yes…I think they’d like to hear that very much.”
THE END…?
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