Chapter 3 is still in the works.

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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 fled into the battle.

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