The night was stormy and dark. The sea's were brewing up a fierce storm. The ship rocked back and forth. Garrosh was chained up in a cage and felt every bump and roll of the sea. Taran Zhu was taking him back to Pandaria from Orgrimmar after the siege. This is warm waters. Pandaria is everything Northrend wasn't. Gorehowl was hanging on the wall knocking back forth with the waves. a small trickle of water was leaking from above, but overall this boat was solid built.

This pandaren junk was a large boat. One of the largest boats Garrosh has ever seen The Pandarens weren't natural sailors. After not having left the mainland in 10,000 years meant that the fleet of junks they had were either really old or really new. This was a newer one. With a painted red hull and three large sails and many more smaller sails, this junk was fast. The ship not only carried Garrosh, but also a delegation of diplomats from Kalimdor and The Eastern Kingdoms.

A door opened up. Garrosh heard heavy Pandaren footsteps and the clanking of weapons. Taran Zhu appeared then from the stairway. He was with two guards both with black leather armor and swords at their sides.

"Garrosh Hellscream, We are a mile away from the port once there we will begin your trials." Said Taran Zhu in a heavily accented Common. Garrosh just grunted. Not wanting to deal with this Pandaren any longer. Taran Zhu scoffed and turned and started to walk up the stairs. When Garrosh heard the door close he sighed. How could I be the warchief of the True Horde one day then a prisoner on my way to trial the next. Garrosh fell asleep then. He only awoke when he heard the clanking of the guards again coming down the stairway.

"Wake up Hellscream! We've made landfall." said a cheery guard. Garrosh stood up he towered over the two pandaren. He was also bigger and corded with muscle. His tattooed brown skin glistened with rainwater and sweat. He only had a linen tunic on and underclothes. They had taken all his jewels. It was a affront to orcish pride to take another's gold rings. The two pandaren unlocked his chains from the ship making sure they were still tight on him. As the led him up Garrosh saw the red dawn. If Garrosh could say anything about Pandaria, It was that it was beautiful. Big green hills and valleys with a beautiful sky that always lights up just right with colors. Garrosh did feel bad about trying to destroy this place, but he just thought of it as a necessary evil. It was humid and hot, but a breeze was rolling off the water. Garrosh was led down a ramp and onto the dock. From there it would be a long walk up to White Lotus Temple. Garrosh was flanked by the diplomats on various mounts of their people. Also always on his right and left were the guards from the ship. The diplomats talked of their plans and their orders from their respective leaders.

"Varian wants us to learn more of the farming techniques of the Pandaren to use back in Westfall" said the Stormwind diplomat, Lord Robert Croswell. Croswell was a young man with dark black hair and an ever present smirk that made Garrosh wanted to crush his head in.

"The Council wants me to learn of the forging used here, by all the inhabitants. They want to forge the three hammers into a major power in their own right." stated the Ironforge ambassador Durngar Longaxe. Durngar was average height for a dwarf. He was wide though and strong. He had the bronze hair of a bronzebeard, but the bright green eyes of the wildhammer. Obviously a mixed breed dwarf. The rest of the diplomats were drowned out by the noise of the village they were at. Garrosh hated this and hated all the people he saw. They all looked at him as if he were trash as if he was lesser. HE WAS A HELLSCREAM. THE HELLSCREAM. He vowed to teach them all he wasn't trash. At the end of the village there was a cart with an ox. Garrosh started to step up on the cart. Then he heard the heavy voice of Taran Zhu.

"Hellscream, Get down. You walk to the temple." Taran made a gesture with his hand and the pandaren villagers started to load supplies up on the cart. and Taran Zhu told the majority of the party to go ahead and start on the journey. "Hellscream and I will start on our trip after we are all loaded up. You all start up the mountain. It will be a few hours and heavy storms are rolling in."

All the diplomats and there men left up the mountain trail. Garrosh was chained to the back of the cart. They were just about done with loading the supplies. Taran Zhu got up front and one of his soldiers took the reins. Taran Zhu commanded that they start up the mountain and that they did. The cart lurched forward as the ox began moving. Garrosh walked at a good pace behind them. Gorehowl was in the cart in front of him. If he just didn't have arm shackles he could escape. No I will bide my time and strike when I can. This is Ashenvale I shouldn't put all my eggs in one basket. Garrosh walked upright, but his chin was level. The arrogance was gone from him, but the pride would be harder to break. Hours went by as they made their way up the mountain pass. Once at the temple the sun was starting to set and colors danced in the sky. Out with the clouds graceful wind serpents of all colors flew all around. The scene was ruined by the black and white fur and golden eyes of Taran Zhu, who had come up to Garrosh.

"You will stay in the quarters I give you. You will then start your trials tomorrow and probably be put down" said Taran. Garrosh scoffed. This pandaren thinks to scare me.

"I am Garrosh Hellscream, It'll take more than just you to kill me." stated Garrosh. Taran Zhu frowned slightly as a gentle breeze came by and ruffled his fur.

"Who said it would be me." Taran turned then and started to yell orders to the various soldiers and servants. Garrosh's guards came up then and started to lead him into the temple. They took a case of stairs down into the dungeons. There the guards left him. The cell was dark. With only one torch in a holder outside the cell. On the floor there was a ox fur blanket and a straw mattress. Garrosh was exhausted from the day's events and went to sleep quick.

The next morning Garrosh was woken up by Taran Zhu and three guards. They had some rice and fish for him to eat before they went to trial. Garrosh was about to refuse, but ate as he was starving after not eating at all yesterday. The only noise while he ate were the noise he made from chewing. The day was silent and the three pandaren in front of him were quiet. After he was done Garrosh stood up and they began to shackle him right away. As they stepped out of the cell Garrosh noticed that Taran Zhu had Gorehowl on the wall. Taran went to pick it up as they led him up the stairs and out to the courtyard. Once out there everything was white, but once Garrosh's eyes adjusted to the light he saw what was waiting for him.

"Garrosh Hellscream, You are guilty of many crimes and you will be held accountable for them." said Yu'lon the Jade Serpent. Garrosh was awed struck. The August Celestials were powerful beings.. All around he saw the diplomats and soldiers of the Alliance and Horde. Forming a wall from them and him were the Shado Pan. "We will begin now."

For the first time since Garadar Garrosh was scared.