Chapter One
"Ahaha! Look at this little whelp! She is shaking like a leaf upon a branch, during some storm!" A Blackrock Grunt laughed, pointing at their newly acquired slave, as the strange humanoid creature coward near the post where they tied her up. She wore torn rags, barely concealing her white coat, trying to use her pink mane and white wings to hide from them. "She looks so weak!"
"If we didn't need the labor, she'd be good as dead right now." Another Grunt commented, walking up and grabbed the equine-humanoid by her hair. "Though, young as she is, I highly doubt this one will be of any use to us." She screamed, when the Grunt yanked her off of the ground and held the slave at eye level. "I do not think Doomhammer will notice one less slave child."
The group began to laugh, the first Grunt smirking. "Then kill her, already, Garnak! The fact she's part horse means we can eat her after!"
This caused her eyes to go wide, and begin flailing within the Grunt's grip. "N-No! Mommy, daddy, somepony; save me!" She screamed, hands trying to pull Garnak's grip off of her hair.
"Leave her alone!" A young voice yelled, before a fist sized rock slammed right into Garnak's eye. This caused him to release the slave, roaring in agony and back away, an Orcling boy quickly jumping between her and the Grunts. "Or I'll gouge your eyes out!"
Garnak glared down at the Orcling, covering his injured eye, snarling. "Grongal… You worthless runt! How dare you strike me!" The Grunt tightened the grip on his axe, stepping towards the Blackrock child. "What kind of Orc stands between his kin and a slave!?"
The Orcling did not budge, despite having an adult Orc Warrior towering over him. Grongal kept his fists raised up, ready to take on the much bigger Orc with his bare hands. "The kind of Orc that has honor! One who does not attack defenseless children, like Gul'dan's ilk!"
"Why you little…!" The Orcling's insult spurred a flare of rage, causing Garnak to raise his axe up. "I will split you in half, for that!" He swung the large weapon, but an armored hand quickly grabbed hold and ripped the weapon from Garnak's grip. "What!?" The Grunt stumbled, turning to see who had taken his weapon. "Who dares-!?"
The one that taken Garnak's weapon, had been another male Blackrock Orc, standing a head taller than him. His massive body incased within black and red plate armor, dull gray chainmail visible underneath its joints. On the Orc's back, clamped and tied down, flew the Blackrock Clan's battle standard, a curved single edged warblade in his right hand. The, obvious, Blackrock Warlord's red eyes glaring down on Garnak, the Grunt's axe in his left hand.
"Why, dare I ask, were you about to swing your axe at my son, Garnak?" The Warlord growled, making the other Orcs back away from him.
Garnak visibly trembled, terrified of the larger Orc. "Warlord Zarron! Well, you see, Grongal threw a rock at me, while the boys and I were having a bit of fun, and it hit me square in the eye-?"
Zarron leaned down, going eye to eye with the trembling Garnak. "So, an Orcling blinded you, proved that you are a spineless coward that can only kill small children?" The snarled words made Garnak tremble twice as much, showing that he had heard and saw everything. "Best get back to your post, Grunt, before I kill you for cowardice and insubordination!" He then looked at the rest of the group. "That goes for all of you! Now, move it!"
The Orcs scrambled over one another, not wanting to incur Zarron's wrath. When he faced the two, Grongal lowered both fists down, but kept his narrowed eyes on the Blademaster, as the slave girl hid behind her child protector. The tension between them is thick, both staring at one another with narrowed eyes. While the sense of danger had left, with the grunts, the slave girl could not help but feel something being wrong about this.
After a few more moments of silence, Zarron's features soften and a look of concern appeared. "Grongal, do you not realize how dangerous that was? They could have killed you. Had I not been here-?"
"I did not need your help, father! I could have beaten them!" Grongal interrupted, making the slave look up at him, surprised one no older, and no bigger, than her is doing such a thing. "I am your son, I could easily take them down with one arm tied behind my back! Besides, was it not you, who thought me that the Spirits would empower those who follow an honorable and noble path!" Despite being so small, the Orcling did not waver before his father, who was large by even Orc standards. "She was in danger, and defenseless! It would have been dishonorable and cowardly not to help her!"
Her gaze went to the Blackrock Warlord, who reached up and rubbed his dark-gray skinned face with the free hand. "A runt of a son, that believes he could take on anything in front of him." The Orcling's actions had annoyed him, those defiant words being kindling to the flames. "The Spirits either curse or bless me with such a thing." A smile suddenly appeared on the Blademaster's lips, as he walked over and knelt in front of Grongal, placing a hand on to his shoulder. "You are already more Orc than most others, Grongal. When you come of age, the Blackrock Clan will become even stronger." Zarron stood back up, looking at the two younglings in front of him, then turned around. "Your actions have earned you that slave, she is yours to keep, my son."
They watched, as the Blademaster left, to inspect their encampment, leaving the two alone. "W-Well, um… I guess that means you're my responsibility now." The Orcling turned around, looking at the strange equine-human, rubbing the back of his head. "I'm Grongal, as you heard, but my friends call me Gron."
"C-Celestia… But, my friends call me Tia." She replied, still rather scared of her situation.
"Celestia, huh? That's a strange name." Grongal suddenly sat down, smiling up at her. "What are you, and how did you get here, anyways? I heard the Worg Riders say you appeared in some flash of light, is that true?"
"It's no stranger than Grongal." Celestia sat down with the Orcling, thinking about what had happened. "Well, for starters, I am what is known as an 'alicorn', and I do not know. I guess that is what happened. I was in one of my home's libraries, working on a teleporting spell one moment, then the next? I was in some volcanic wasteland, surrounded by your people." The alicorn filly drew her legs closer, hugging them tightly. "And, honestly, I'm really scared… I really want to go back home, this place is terrifying."
Her personality wasn't like any other Orcling, but Grongal kind of already knew that one. From an early age, Orcs are taught to be strong and to become powerful warriors, affection being rare and comforting even rarer. So, the Blackrock Orcling needed to make a decision, whether he should keep to the Orcish harshness or get out of his comfort zone and try something rather alien to his people… Not knowing, this single decision will place him down on either a dark or bright path.
"Don't worry, Tia!" Grongal suddenly jumped up, startling the filly, and thumbed towards himself. "No matter what, I'll protect you and make sure you get back home!"
Celestia just looked up at him, tilting her head. "B-But… You're just a kid, like me, and they called you a 'runt'?"
That caused him to lose that confident spirit, and become flustered. "I'm still growing! For all anyone knows, I could become bigger than my father!" Grongal regained his confidence, turning towards the encampment's bonfire. "One day, I will be a powerful Blademaster, protecting all those around me with a Spirit Blessed Warblade, like him." He looked back at her, smirking. "Who knows, I could be the next Warchief Doomhammer."
For some odd reason, after his last comment, Celestia could see a transparent image behind him… It was of an Orc Blademaster, much like Zarron but had Grongal's confident grin. The Blademaster had his blade stuck into the ground, hand on the hilt, with the Blackrock banner flying proudly at in his right hand. The image gave her both a Conquer and Guardian feeling, like the transparent Orc could be whichever he is needed to be at the time. It honestly made her smile, and nod. "Yeah, I bet you can do that!"
"Who knows!" Grongal pulled Celestia on to her hooves. "I may even become strong enough to actually send you home!" Once again, she nodded, the two deciding that it would be a good change of pace to play a few games around the encampment… None of those within bothering them, fearing reprimand from Zarron.
Unknown to them, two pairs of eyes were watching the two children. One pair belonged to Zarron, the Blademaster feeling a surge of pride, after hearing his son's determined words. The other pair belonged to an amber eyed Quel'Dorei male, who remained hidden from sight, sent there to discover what caused such a strange temporal displacement within the area.
The Quel'Dorei rubbed his chin, an inquisitive brow raised. "How intriguing. Maybe I should wait, and see how this plays out?" He reached into an amber silk sleeve, and pulled out a pocket watch, opening it. "Oh yes, I have plenty of 'time'." The elf gave an obnoxious laugh, like the joke was meant to be funny but only to a select few, before disappearing in a burst of temporal magic.
-Three Months Later-
Grongal and Celestia ran through one of Lordaeron's many forest, the two children were playing among the trees and thick brush near their encampment. With the Hord'es battle lines pushing forward, that meant their encamptments were also brought forward. Also meaning that the two, now, close friends could play freely and without supervision within the forest. The two stopped at a flowing river, Grongal removing his boots, and went to play in the cooling water. Deciding that this could also be used, Celestia decided to splash her Orcling friend! This initiated a splash battle between them, which ended with Grongal slipping on an unseen rock and dunking into the water!
Concerned for her new best friend, and self-proclaimed "protector", Celestia helped him back to the shore. "You should be more careful, Gron… What if you hit your head?" She stated, making sure the Orcling was unharmed.
"It'll take more than that to stop me, Tia." Grongal smirked, laughing a bit, before the alicorn filly smacked him upside the head. "Ow! What was that for?"
"With a head, thick as yours, I wouldn't be surprised if it dented metal!" Celestia scolded, placing both hands on her hips, while she stood over the sitting Orcling. "Your father has put me in charge of making sure you do not get into trouble! What do you think he'll say, if I let you get hurt, huh!?"
"Probably nothing good. But, not like-?" A heavy warhorn blared in the distance, both going wide eyed. "That was the encampment's alarm!" Grongal looked to Celestia. "Tia, we need to get back, they may require our help!"
"On it!" The alicorn filly opened her wings up, flying over to her friend and grabbing his arms, then quickly flew off towards their encampment. Normally, Celestia is a rather fast flyer, but she had a passenger and needed to make sure her hold kept on him. However, this was still faster than going on foot, and the two flying over the trees made it easy to spot any possible threats to their camp.
When they arrived, the encampment was in a hysteria. Orcs, Forest Trolls, and Ogres; rushing every which way and grabbing carts. The Camp Guards were on high alert, spellweavers chanting incantations to protect those within the camp. Grongal instantly spotted their current leader, a Warsong Raider charged to head their defenses, barking out orders to those around him. He motioned to the lead Orc, Celestia nodding and diving towards him.
"Morlok!" He called out, as they landed, drawing the Warsong's attention. "What's going on? Are we underattack?"
"I do not know, Grongal." Morlok replied, before ordering a Headhunter to the perimeter, and looked back. "Your father sent a Worg Rider back, to tell us that we need to get everything packed up, immediately, and be ready to move out." Their attention went towards an Ogre Brute, that roared in pain after an elvish arrow struck him in the chest. "To arms! To arms, defend the camp!" Morlok called out, holding his axe up, then looked back down at the two. "Both of you, get to safety. Battle is no place for children!"
They nodded, Grongal taking Celestia by the arm and rushing towards the others trying to escape to safety. Warriors broke away from the preparing wagons, charging to meet their attacks, while Grongal and Celestia weaved through them. Some remained, knowing they could not leave such vital resources vulnerable, one being a Forest Troll Warrior.
"Come, come, little ones!" The Troll called out, as the two rushed up to the wagon he guarded. Celestia got on to it, leaning over the side and began to help Grongal up. "Dere ju go, little Orclin', ah got ju." The Forest Troll lowered an arm down, helping get him onboard. "Now, ju two be getting' somew'ere safe en da wagon, ah'll-!"
To their horror, an elvish arrow broke through his skull, the Troll's blood splattering all over them, his spear falling into the wagon. But, when he fell forward, the two could not take their eyes off of the Quel'Dorei Ranger, who slung the bow and drew a long dagger. "S-Stay back!" Grongal yelled, reaching forward and taking the dead Troll's weapon.
The Ranger did not listen, shoving his recent kill out of the way and jumping into the wagon. Elegant, yet hateful, words came from his mask, Celestia quickly using a spell to understand the words, placing a hand on to Grongal's shoulder so he could listen in on what is being said. "…and, with your deaths, we shall be one step closer to purifying your savage race from existence."
Grongal's eyes went wide, as the elf raised his weapon, holding the Trollish Spear up. "But, the elvish blade split it in two, its wielder giving the Orcling a heavy kick to the chest. "Gron!" Celestia screamed, as her friend was sent into the wall, sprinting over to him. "Gron! Grona, are you alright!?"
"Y-Yeah…" He groaned, allowing the alicorn filly to noticed that her friend is heavily daze, and that he must have hit his head against the wooden wall. "I'll live."
"Not for much longer." They both looked back at the Quel'Dorei Ranger, who readied his long dagger, Celestia instantly covering her dazed friend, trying to protect him, her actions causing the elf to laugh. "Do not worry, creature, your death will come after I have-AGH!"
A, familiar, warblade tore through his chest, their savior stepping into view. "Instead of focusing on children, maybe you should be more aware of what could be around you, wretch." Zarron grabbed him by the neck, ripping the Quel'Dorei Ranger from the blade. "Only darkness awaits cowards, like you, in death." He tossed the corpse away, looking down at the two.
"F-Father/Warlord Zarron!" They shouted, happy to see the Blackrock Blastermaster… But quickly realized that his armor was covered in blood, and damaged from recent battle. "Father, what is going on? How did those Elves get past our battle lines?" Grongal asked, seeing a serious look in his father's eyes.
"The Horde is in full retreat, that bastard Gul'dan has betrayed us… Warchief Doomhammer has ordered all forces back to Blackrock Mountain." Zarron walked over, kneeling next to them. "I need you both to be brave, and Celestia?"
"Yes, Warlord Zarron?" She chirped, nearly going to attention.
"I need you to keep an eye on my son, until our rear guard returns to Blackrock Mountain… Oh, and Tia?" He shocked the alicorn, by calling her 'Tia', even more so when a smiled appeared and the Warlord placed an affectionate hand on to the top of her head. "No need to call me 'Warlord' any more… I have big plans for the two of you, when this is over, so Zarron will do just fine."
"U-Uh, yes, Zarron." Celestia said, she and Grongal looking at one another, as the Blademaster left their wagon.
"Get them out of here, now!" Zarron ordered, a Thunderlord quickly hopping on to the wagon's front and whipping the warbeast pulling it. The Blademaster shouldered his warblade, as other Orcs, Ogres, and Forest Trolls; joined his defensive line. Their eyes locked on to the Alliance pursuit force, Zarorn eyeing his battle wary warriors. A smile crept on to the Blackrock's lips, his red gaze on their approaching foes. "Keep a close eye on him, Tia… He will need you a lot more, after I am gone." The old Orc thought, turning to his men and held the warblade up. "Lok'tar Ogar!"
"Lok'tar Ogar!" They repeated, before the Rear Guard charged! Each warrior determined to buy their kin more time, even if it meant their lives.
-Blackrock Mountain, Two Month Later-
The battle roared outside the Mountain Fortress City, Horde and Alliance Forces merged together. Things were chaotic, as both sides tried to gain the upper hand over the other, Grongal trying to lead Celestia away from the battle. Both were wearing Horde Warrior armor, every hand needed for battle, but the Orcling knew what would happen if they lost. Even his young mind could see how bad things were, and he refused to let such a fate be fall his closest friend.
"You gotta keep up, Tia!" Grongal shouted, over the roar of battle around them. A Dwarf noticed the two, and went for them, but Grongal noticed him as well. He did not give the bearded warrior a chance, taking his shortsword and pounced on to him with primal fury, the best he could summon. His blade slammed itself into the Dwarf's neck joint, not expecting such an attack from a child, and blood drenched his beard before falling over. "We need to hurry!"
"W-Where are we g-going, Gorn?" Celestia asked, tired from the distance they had already covered so far.
Grongal looked around, noticing that Orgrim Doomhammer had already engaged the Alliance Commander. "You appeared near here, right?" He asked, the alicorn nodding and watched the Orcling sheath his weapon and walk over to her. "Then that is where we are going!" Grongal suddenly picked Celestia up, bridal style, and sprinted towards where the alicorn had first appeared.
This caused her to enter a near panicked state. "W-What? But, what will that do! We are surrounded by them!" Celestia looked around, noticing that the Alliance Army outnumbered the Horde three to one. "They'll capture both of us, before anything even happens!"
"They will only capture one of us, and I'm going to make sure they do not get anywhere near you! Even if I have to force that spell to work myself!" He replied, pushing his body to its limits, trying to get there quickly… Neither noticing a particular bronze silk clad Quel'Dorei watching them, from a safe location.
When the two arrived, Grongal quickly put his dearest friend down, turning around to see the Horde being pushed back. He could even see that Orgrim Doomhammer had been captured, and seven Human Soldiers chasing after them. This caused him to draw his blade, taking a combat stance, no way will he allow them to take Celestia.
"Quickly! Try and redo the spell you used before! Maybe it'll send you back!" He yelled, watching the Human Soldiers ready for battle.
Celestia ju tstared at the closest friend she's ever had… The Orcling is seriously willing to take on seven heavily armored enemies, ones that could easily kill him. "What about you!? Even if it dos work, I cannot just leave you here to die!"
Grongal grinned, taking the sthortsword into both hands. "If you get away, I'll surrender." He glanced back at her. "Will that make you happier about leaving, Tia?" Her eyes were wide, tears flowing down, knowing the Orcling is willing to go against his beliefs to make her happy.
All the while, a certain elf continued to watch them, in secret. He pulled out a pocket watch, opening it to check the time, frowning. "At this rate, those other mortals will capture them before time runs out." The Quel'Dorei closed his pocket watch, storing it back into his sleeve, and held a hand out towards the nine before him. "Well then, how about we speed things up, shall we?"
A barrier of temporal magic surrounded the two, forcing their pursuers to back away. Their gaze went to Celestia's hooves, as strange symbols and a teleportation circle appeared on the ground. Her teared up eyes went to the smiling Orcling, who simply lowered his guard at the sight. "Huh… It actually worked."
"But I'm not doing this!" Celestia shouted, before hearing a thud and noticing the Human Soldiers striking their barrier. "Grongal! Maybe you can come with me! You can escape too, I'm sure the spell can work with you in it!"
"I doubt that, Tia." Grongal walked up to the alicorn, smiling at her. "From what I have learned, such magic is very picky."
The tears continued t flow, refusing to stop, as she went over to the Orcling, the magic circle staying at her feet. "But, I don't want to leave you here! Your father told me to keep an eye on you, what if I can't come back?" She just looked at Grongal, her entire body shaking. "W-What if… I never see you again, and forget?"
Grongal just stared at her, the alicorn's words weighing heavily on his own heart. "Well then… Guess I should give you something, huh?" He dropped the sword, reaching to his neck and pulling off a leather bound necklace, with a strange obsidian stone acting as the amulet piece. "It is from my Clan's home, on Draenor. Father gave it to me, so I would have a piece of our home where ever I go…" Grongal placed it around Celestia's neck, smiling. "But now, where ever you go? I go… And I'll be there to protect you, when you need me!"
Celestia placed her hands over the stone, feeling a strange radiating off of it. "P-Promise?"
"I swear on my honor, Clan, Doomhammer, and the Ancestors." He assured, still holding that smile of his.
This caused her to return it, Celestia holding her hands together. A golden light suddenly appeared within the filly's palms, straining from the spell's difficulty… Turning magical energy into a physical form is never easy, and anyone who says differently never truly tried it. When the light disappeared, it had been replaced by a golden crystal star, Celestia placing it into Grongal's own hands. "A way for you to remember me, too… Along with this."
One can imagine the Orcling's surprise, when Celestia suddenly kissed him, before backing away. Then, like it had been waiting for her to do that, the barrier dropped! Celestia could feel her body being pulled away by the temporal magic, so she reached towards Grongal, as he turned to face her. The Humans were approaching him, and the alicorn filly kept calling to him, seeing Grongal look back at her with a smile still on his lips… As if to say 'until we meet again, Tia', the soldiers suddenly grabbing him.
And, in that second, Celestia was gone.
The Quel'Dorei watched, as Grongal is being taken away by the Human Soldiers. Pulling out his pocket watch again, the strange elf started to reset its metal mechanism. "Let's see… How long do I need to wait for?" He let go of the watch, the watching the numbers slowdown from their rapid spin and stopped, the ticking starting once more, both eyes going wide. "My that is a long time… I wonder what I shall do until then?" A temporal portal opened up behind him, the Quel'Dorei walking towards it. "Oh, maybe I can visit that new resort and finally enjoy myself? I've earned a break, having I? I wonder if Chromie will come with…" He laughed, before vanishing in a flash of light.
-Canterlot Castle, Over One-Thousand Equestrian Years-
Celestia stared at herself within the standing mirror, adorning her golden armor and holding the venerated Solar Spear. It had been many years, since she last wore this attire and held her weapon. The last time, had been against King Sombra, and she honestly hoped that had been truly the last time… Though, it seems like nothing ever goes the way she wants it, especially now. The Neo-Gryphon Empire being on the offensive, their eyes dead set on Equestria.
With Germaneigh, the Crystal Empire, and Dragon Lord Empire; on Equestria's side, they managed to hold back the Imperial Gryphon Army. However, it had been discovered, recently, that the Gryphon King had struck a deal with the Badlands Changeling Hive, and now Canterlot was under siege. Celestia needed to defend her people, but only had a handful of Royal Guards to do so. This meant she'd have to engage the Changeling Attackers alone, and wished she hand another by her side-…
The Solar Princess looked to her nightstand, and hen to the black stone bound to a leather strap, sitting there. With a smile, she walked over to the nightstand, setting her spear against the wall. Carefully, Celestia picked it up in her hands, feeling the same warmth it has kept for over a thousand years. "Grongal…" The muttered name always made her heart soar, remembering the young Orcling and felt like he had always been by her side. "At least I know… You will always be there for me." The alicorn mare placed it around her neck, allowing the black stone to be visible over her golden armor.
"You never did tell us much about this valiant young Orc, dear sister." The voice caused Celestia to turn around, seeing a battle ready Luna and Twilight. "Do you have to face the Changelings alone, Tia? Can we not go by your side?" Luna asked, a look of concern about her.
Celestia gave a nod, grabbing her weapon and walking over to them. "We need everypony at the wall, ready to defend the city, if I fall in battle." She held the Solar Spear in hand, looking down at the two younger princesses. "If any join me, that would be one less defender to protect Canterlot."
"Then… We hope that this 'Grongal' makes good on his promise to you, Tia." The Lunar Princess stated.
Twilight looked between the two, obviously confused by what they were talking about. "E-Excuse me?" Both looking down at her. "Who is 'Grongal'? Is he some ancient dragon that Princess Celestia saved?"
Celestia giggled at the comparison, while Luna sighed. "Back when our sister was still young, she had a magical mishap and it sent her to an unknown world." That instantly caught Twilight's attention. "For five months, it was this 'Grongal', an Orc child no older than Tia, that kept our sister safe. Her fillyhood crush, some would say." That caused the Solar Princess to blush, Twilight going starry eyed. "That stone, around our sister's neck? It is from his homeland, and a way for her to remember him… And a promise that he'll come to protect her, when she needs him most."
That caused Twilight to beam with pure excitement, as a flustered Celestia pushed past them. "Please, Luna, that was over a thousand years ago, and he was a mortal." The thought suddenly caused her to stop, frowning at the following words. "He is… Probably long gone, by now."
-Nearly Thirty Years After the Battle at Blackrock Mountain, Orgrimmar Rear Gates-
The siege engines fired another volley, slamming against the reinforced rear gates of Orgrimmar! The Kor'kron scattered, trying to retaliate, but their attackers were far more experienced in siege warfare. Each one of Garrosh's Loyalists able to see the blood red banners, bearing a black mountain with the blazing sword at its center. The venerated "Dragonblade Vanguard"'s standard, a Siege Battalion that joined Vol'jin's Rebellion.
However, their Warlord simply allowed his officers to give commands, keeping their infantry back until the gates were torn open. While they carried this out, the black and red armored Blackrock Blademaster kept his helmeted eyes closed, the "Dragon Blade" held within his right hand. HE could feel the Vanguard Standard waving on his back, violently shaking after each siege cannon firing near him.
"Warlord Dragonblade!" A voice shouted, snapping the Blademaster out of his meditation and looked towards an approaching Blackrock Centurion. "We are almost through! Those gates cannot withstand our barrage for much longer!"
"Understood…" He lifted the forged warblade up, and pointed it at the heavily damaged gates. "Order all siege engines to target those gates, and fire all at once! Vol'jin is counting on us to breach these defense and distract any of Garrosh's reinforcements from the Valley of Honor and Wisdom, my sons! We cannot let him down, not now!" Warlord Dragonblade held the warblade up into the air. "Lok'tar Ogar, For the Horde!"
"For the Horde!" The Dragonblade Vanguard roared, as the siege cannons took aim at the gates… And fired!
The gates were pelted by the heavy weapon fire, exploding open with one of the sides flying all the way back to the valley wall. The Kor'kron unable to hold back the Siege Warfare Soldiers from flooding their positions, while Warlord Dragonblade simply watched his warriors breach the gates. After a few moments, he reached into his breastplate, pulling out a golden crystal star, his helmeted gaze staring down at it, the beloved jewel resting within his massively armored hand. Carefully, Grongal used his thumb to rub the star's center. "Tia… I have not forgotten about you, and still wait for your call." His mind assured, as if she could hear him, such a thing becoming customary for him before any real engagement started. His gaze then went to the gates, as Grongal placed the star back into its safe haven. "Zarmok?"
"Yes, Warlord!" The Blackrock Centurion saluted.
"I think it is time I joined the fray, and teach our wayward brothers a lesson they shall never forget." As if his words were some incantation, Grongal's blade had become incased in flames! The heavily armored Vanguard Elite around him saluting, before following their Warlord to battle… His standard flying in the wind, giving the venerated Warlord a heroic image. "Orgrimmar needs to be liberated from Garrosh's tyranny… And who better, than the Dragon of Blackrock?"
"Lok'tar, Warlord Grongal Dragonblade, the Dragon of Blackrock!" The Elites all roared, those around them holding their weapons up high in a salute, slamming their chests and cheering that their beloved Warlord is joining the battle!
