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Just reposting this fic if you haven't read or recieved it.
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Fantasy Beyond
Chapter 3
by DJGeek
Following chapters can be found in:
http://www.angelfire.com/anime3/djgeek/index1.html
E-Mail: dragonjex@juno.com
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Disclaimer: Ranma not mine.
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An invasion of figures stormed the once
calm streets of Hiemsdale. The aggressive figures
are not men but orcs. It was common for
orcs to pillage and raid towns because it was
the only way of life for them and there couldn't
see any different way of life that would be
suitable for them. After the great Horde war,
the orcish people were scattered and divided, no
real leadership could organize them, and they
resulted into tribes that would wage war with
anybody, including their own race, for resources
and women. Because waging war was the only skill
left for them, most of the tribes resorted into
brigand groups, harrassing caravans and invading
villages and towns. This is why racial hatred for
the orcs deepens in human, elven, and dwarven
society.
Fortunately, a few orcs, like Giel'Kre,
were tired of war and merely seek to coexist.
They would prove the human people that they too
were capable of living in a passive environment.
Some orcs joined farmer hands to help out with
the harvest, or some that had known the martial
arts for all their life joined ranger groups or
applied for the city guard.
But right now, the only kind of orcs that
entered into town were the ones that seek merely
to pillage and rape. A hulking figure walked
into the town, a gleaming smile of satisfaction
on his scarred face, and a large, sharp battle-axe
at his side.
Jagger'Uta smiled at the carnage in front
of his piercing eyes. This was going to be a
successful raid. Pride overwhelmed the orc as
he heard the cries of the people slaughtered,
the bloodcurdling cries of war from his warkin,
and the clash of steel against steel. Such a
sight brought excitement and bloodlust to his
dark heart.
("Raid the settlement, gather the women,
kill the men my brothers! Show them the mighty
bloodwrath of the Stone-Fist Clan!") yelled
Jagger'Uta as he raised his axe and incapacitated
the girl he had captured while entering her.
Yes, it was a beautiful sight.
It was a beautiful war.
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Ranma was shocked as well as enraged. He
had never seen so much blood spilt in his entire
life. So many people dead as the raging force of
the orcish brigands raided the town. He saw women
crying, forced on the ground and violated. The
guards were easily slaughtered due to their
insufficient martial skills and the massive
strength of the orcs. He looked back at Giel'Kre.
She looked like one of them, but did not have a
face of glee at the carnage happening, nor did she
showed any want to join the pillaging. Therefore,
The beings that are of Giel'Kre's race are the
ones that are evil and must be stopped.
Ranma's head whipped at Giel'Kre when she
yelled something at him. Then he saw her pick up
an axe from the ground and sliced a charging orc
from the side. She was probably yelling him to
stop this tragedy from happening. The young
martial artist charged into the fray of battle.
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"Come! We must stop them!"
I yelled to my foriegn companion to join me
in stopping the cursed orcs from planting a tragedy
in Hiemsdale. I was hoping he would understand
without being baffled by my speech. Fortunately,
he complied without any thought over what I had
just said.
I lifted an axe. A bit heavy, but sharp
enough to cut through tough orcish skin. I silently
cursed at my own race�s stupidity. I had often
asked myself why would most of my people still
cling to the old, bloody ways of life? There was
more to life than the War. To most of the other
orcs, it was all about the War. The orcish
individuals who presented a skill for other arts
were looked down upon while the warriors
were celebrated for their ruthless acts and
bloodthirsty deeds. It was because of the
leader of the Horde, the deathmage Kul�Zor,
he instilled the evilness among his people for
his own personal gains.
Nevertheless, I must stop my own
people from committing more atrocious acts
of violence.
I hefted the axe and prepared a stance
of defensive combat. There were two orcs
who noticed and targeted me as an obstacle
to get rid of. Their warpainted faces gave me
a look of bloody pleasure and lust.
I got ready, holding the axe in potential
stance.
One of the duo orcs charged towards
me, and slashed at my head. I ducked and
swerved right, and slashed at the side, his
blood spurting from the gash. Then, I felt
something coming near be from behind, and
so I immediately turned to the rear and locked
weapons with my orcish opponent. I punted
him at the chest and struck his back while he
was keeling over in pain. I looked around to
see any more dangers coming toward me, but
I saw a group of orcs surrounding a figure
which happened to be� Ranma�
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Ranma saw an orc trying to finish off a
downed guard with his battleaxe. Determined to
save the guard, he charged and flew into a flying
roundhouse kick, knocking the executioner from
his feet. He rendered him unconscious by
finishing him with an axe kick to the chest. Then
the young martial artist turned his stance into a
defensive position. He could sense something
was NOT right.
His vision was now filled with orcs,
gleaming at him and axes readied for its taste
of blood. He was surrounded; every direction
was orcs and their weapons, decorated with
blood.
Then, Ranma smirked. He had a few
tricks up his sleeve.
As soon as they were about to gangrush
him, Ranma had been gathering up ki silently
for a move he had learned from Cologne. It
was a variation from the Hiryu Shoten Ha, but
instead of pulling your enemies to a circle,
you had to be calm while gathering your ki,
and when you are ready, you become one with
the wind.
In other words, you launched a barrage
of ki-charged kicks all around you.
When the surrounding orcs gangrushed
on Ranma, the young martial arts fighter yelled
out:
�SEMPUU KEN!�
A ki-tornado was formed, and a barrage
of flying kicks flew in every direction, hurtling
every orc in the air. Ranma landed in a Crane
Landing balance stance for stabilizing his body
And mind from the executed martial arts move.
Suddenly, Ranma felt an aura of malice
permeating the air. The ground shook with a
deafening pound. The young fighter sensed a
great evil coming towards him.
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Jagger Uta was so disappointed. He had
expected a good raid of blood-spilling, rape, and
the thrill of carnage. Never mind that half-orc
bitch, this young, puny human was breaking his
plans. Never did he see so many of his warkin
Fall down from combating this� human! If this
Human believes he is powerful, then he wait till
tastes the the wrath of Krull Khankt Shankrra�
The Earth Shaman power.
He began to focus his dark magics,
Invoking his shaman powers and chanting his
Shankrra Hai.
�Krull Nahkree Shankran Heaht Kai..�
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Ranma looked at the sight that made him
taste the lingering fear.
An orc, who was decorating with furs and
warpaint, chanted repeatedly a form of mantra. He
then grew of titanic build, and stony shells protruded
from his body. His axe was glowing of orc runic
magics, and his eyes gleamed red, targeting on the
poor martial artist.
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�Oh no,� thought Giel Kre. She was covered
in fear. She had never known that this orc had known
the Shaman powers. Ranma was in trouble. _Very_
deep trouble.
�RANMA!�
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KRACK!
Ranma leaped from the ground as soon as the
titanic axe struck the surface. He decided a hit and
run tactic would fit the battle. Ranma ki-charged his
fists and legs and ran, hitting the stony surface of the
orc titan�s legs, hoping to break his armor.
Ki-electricity sparked from the delivered blows, but
Only a scratch occupied the stoneskin, and the orc�s
face showed no sign of pain.
KRACK!
Another axe struck the surface, missing the
fighter by inches.
�Che!� cursed Ranma. He was so close from
death. He started to charge his ki, trying to build up
confidence within himself.
�MOUKO� TAKABISHA!�
Before the orc could strike, Ranma let loose
a large ki-shot that engulfed the orc entire.
Ranma smirked as he felt victory. Alas, he
was _so_ wrong�
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�What in the nine hells of Nachtuheil was
that,� thought Jagger�Uta. He had barely felt a
scratch from that blow. Was all this the human�s
power? The stone-covered orc let loose a torrent
of laughter. He was going to enjoying crushing
this human.
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Ranma had never felt so defeated in his
entire life. No blow could ever reach through
his opponent. But, he was not going to give up.
If he could not hurt his opponent using his own
body, then he had to use an extension of his
martial arts, preferably long-range, seeing how
dangerous close-range was on the stone-orc.
Something caught his eye. It was a
longbow and a stray arrow on the ground, next
to a dead guard.
Ranma ran and grabbed the bow and
arrow, while quickly apologizing the corpse for
his desecration. Although he had never fired
a bow before, like instinct, he readied the arrow
onto the bow and pulled the string, aiming for
the orc�s head. He charged the arrow with huge
amounts of his ki, that his arrow started glowing
like a strand of light.
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Jagger�Uta was certainly amused by the
courage and stupidity of his opponent. It was too
bad that he human; he could�ve been a great orc.
but now, it was even more amusing that the human
had expected to kill him with a bow. He decided
to just make him crawl in fear before he squashed
this him. Jagger�Uta went close and bellowed out
one of his trademark warcries.
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As soon as the orc was close, Ranma let
loose his arrow.
Like a laser of light, the ki-charged arrow
flew, pierced through the orc�s stone covered head.
The orc yelled out in pain, and its skin started to
crumble. Dark, red light glowed from the cracks
of his body, and exploded with a great release
of magics contained. The aftermath of the defeat
was now one dead orc with a hole through his head.
Ranma breathed heavily from exhaustion.
It was over. He had won.
The orcs, noting that their leader was no
more, fled in retreat.
The guards and citizens lifted up Ranma
and Giel�Kre as a celebration for heroes that
prevent the raid of Hiemsdale.
Giel�Kre smiled at Ranma. She was full
of admiration for him. He was truly a strong
fighter.
But behind the celebration was a cloaked
man. He was Strider, ranger of Kernsen Forests,
and he had found a worthy ranger to train.
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To be continued�
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Language Glossary:
Orcish:
Jagger'Uta- Mountain Head
Krull Khankt Shankrra- Earth Shaman magics or
powers
Krull Nahkree Shankran Heaht Kai-
"Earth Spirit endow this shaman with your
mighty power and protection!"
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Author Note
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Whew! Longest I ever written in my entire life!
Might not be much, but nevertheless, It is still
alot for me! I can never find the will to just
sit and type.
But I DO want to write this fic.
I had seen the Fellowship Of The Ring.
It was so unbelievable and great, I cried. I
cried when Frodo almost died from the infection
of Mordor steel that injured his shoulder, and
when Boromir valiantly died while protecting
Merry & Pippin. Galadriel was... creepy instead
of beautiful. Well, she was ethereal beautiful,
but just plain creepy.
I had read the books again and they fired
me up to do this fic. But instead of a normal
action adventure of all typical Ranma fics, I
want to add a sense of Tolkien in the fic. Maybe.
But, expect to see historical tales of places
and people, and Ranma's bardic songs. Yes, Ranma
and Co. will sing songs, but I have yet to think
on it. Maybe if you think of a bard song and wish
for Ranma to sing, E-mail me and I'll add it to
the story, and maybe as part of the story. And
don't worry, you get credit for it.
JFYI, this is the chapter where Ranma
discovers the ranger within himself. Not just
the bow, but its a start.
E-Mail me for discussion of the fic or ideas.
If you haven't watched LOTR movie, watch it now!
You're missing the important event of
cinema history.
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