Blazing Sun: The Story of Dragonblade

Chapter Two

-Goblin Pleasure Resort-

A Quel’Dorei male and Gnome Female laid in a pair of lounge chairs, wearing bathing suits and sunglasses, sipping on ice cold lemonade. Both seemed to be relaxing, while teams of Goblins were giving them massages and manicures. “Now this is what I call a vacation.” The elf said, before sipping on his drink, through a silly straw.

“I have to agree.” The Gnome sighed, relaxing more into her chair. “With that whole incident, involving Deathwing, being over? Our work load has been drastically lightened.”

“Agreed… Father seems more involved, in watching his charges, rather than traveling through time all the time.” Though, after mentioning charges, he quickly had a pocket watch appear. “Speaking of charges, I better see to mine…” The Quel’Dorei stood up, snapping his fingers and caused the iconic bronze robes to appear, the sunglasses remaining. “It is about time for me to intervene.”

The Gnome pulled her sunglasses down a bit, her bronze eyes on the other. “You know Father is going to be rather peeved about this, right?”

The Quel’Dorei shrugged his shoulders, readjusting his sunglasses, something about wearing them felt right for this. “True, but still going to do it.”

His companion rolled her eyes, pushing the sunglasses back up. “You and that Shipping Obsession of yours, Dazinomu.”

With the biggest grin possible, and his back to Chormie, Dazinomu gave a rather nerdy laugh. “You know it, Sis!” With that, he vanished in a flash of temporal magic.

-Canterlot Ramparts-

Celestia’s eyes narrowed on the Changeling Swarm, scanning their numbers. Even she could tell, Queen Chrysalis did not underestimate them, sending more than enough to overwhelm their defenses. It is an obvious three to one battle, with their invaders being the former. This reminded Celestia of a moment that is best not be remembered, one that always caused her heart to ache.

Reaching up, the Solar Princess grabbed hold of her ever warm black stone amulet. “Gron, where ever you are, please… Give me the strength to protect my beloved subjects.” Celestia prayed, hoping the Blackrock could hear her, before taking a defiant stance and opened her wings. She held the Solar Spear up high, looking at the Royal Guard all around her. “Do not allow one to pass over these walls! Protect Canterlot with your lives, stallions! Victory, or Death!”

They all gave a defiant cry, preparing for battle, while Celestia flew off. This also signaled their insectoid enemies to attack, all hissing and letting out curses for their colorful adversaries. But, they were met by either solar magic or a barrier surrounding the city… Both being from Celestia herself.

With their quarry completely incased in a protective golden barrier, they turned to the one that is causing its existence. The Changelings swarmed all around Celestia, who fought against them with spear and solar flames. Those within the barrier’s protection could only watch the overwhelming battle, and their princess fight alone. The Royal Guards were all twitching, wanting to charge in but could not disobey her orders. It was worse on Luna and Twilight, the two princesses nearly being restrained by the Royal Guards around them. Though, when four Changelings hit Celestia with a combined spell, they all sprung to action! …Only to find out that she had placed a two-way barrier around Canterlot.

-Siege of Orgrimmar-

Another artillery shell struck the destroyed siege tank’s haul, one of the many wreckages being used by the Dragonblade Vanguard for cover. All around, one could see signs of harsh and bloody battle, corpses of both Kor’kron and Vanguard Troopers, along with their respective machines. Despite this, Grongal’s forces managed to push Garrosh’s Kor’kron back to the gates leading to the Drag… But no further.

Now, the venerated Warlord braced himself against the wrecked siege tank, Zarmok and his Elite taking cover with him. “Hm… It seems the Kor’kron have reinforced their position with Blackfuse’s contraptions.” Grongal barely risked a glance from behind his cover, the destroyed siege tank absorbing any gunfire aimed at him. “We will need to risk a full on Battle Charge, with everyone, just to dig them out.”

A nearby shell detonating made the Warlord’s cadre duck, their leader not even flinching. “Warlord! We cannot do that, our casualties have already been too high, and all siege engines are either destroyed or damaged!” Zarmok informed, looking at the battle weary Vanguard Troopers, then to their Warlord. “We made it this far, but we must retreat back to the gates.”

That caused Grongal to physically twitch, making the cadre look at one another. “Centurion Zarmok Ironblade, tell me, who are we?” He, coldly, asked while turning to them.

“Uh… The Thirty-Seventh Siege Battalion, known as ‘the Dragonblade Vanguard’?” He replied, somewhat confused and worried.

“Yes, and tell me…” The Centurion then found Grongal’s free hand on his shoulder. “When the Horde sent us to help crush Ahn’Qiraj, raise the Black Temple, storm Icecrown Citadel, lay low the Twilight Hammer, or breach the Throne of Thunder… Did our colors once fall back?”

“No, Warlord… Our banner pushed forward, until it flew upon the enemy’s ramparts.” Zarmok replied, as another artillery shell made them duck. “But, this is different! We are up against a well prepared enemy, the Kor’kron no less!”

Grongal released Zamrok, pointing towards their enemy’s position. “No foe is invincible, nor is a fortress impenetrable!” Those around their Warlord all bowed their heads, remembering his very first lesson to them. “The unwavering Sithid, the crazed Illidari, the restless Scourge, the zealous Twilight Hammer, nor the destructive Thunder King; could not stop our advance! And I, for one, refuse to allow these Kor’kron to actually do it! Especially when lives are on the line, innocent lives!” Grongal looked around, eyeing each Vanguard around him, helmeted eyes narrowed. “Vol’jin is also counting on us to breach this position and offer them a secured exit point!”

The Vanguard looked at one another, the battle weary troopers doubtful of either decision. Grongal could see it in his men, they had been demoralized by the Kor’kron Dark Shaman and Shadow Magi ahead of them… Even he, a Blademaster of the Fire Spirits, could sense that their corrupt magic was corrupting the air around Orgrimmar, preventing the Spirits from giving him aid… His warblade’s power being cut off by what those Dark Shamans have done here, gripping the weapon’s hilt even tighter.

One could imagine their surprise, when Grongal ripped the Dragonblade Vanguard standard from their Battalion Bannerman and reattached it to his backplate. “Even if I must do so alone, I shall teach Garrosh’s dogs… The Dragonblade Vanguard retreat before no one, and shall rescue those who are trapped within tyranny’s iron fist!” Without warning, he jumped out from behind cover and blitzed towards the Kor’kron line. “Lok’tar Ogar!” He roared, blade flickering for a second, the Kor’kron looking over their position in surprise.

His footsteps were like a thundering storm, his metallic roar sounding like a monster of the forge. The Kor’kron prepared for battle, rifles firing but only bounced off of his heavy armor. When Grongal reached them, his warblade cleaved through his first foe’s armor, almost like there was none to stop it. Another went to strike him with their axe, only for it to barely even scratch his shoulder guard, Grongal slowly looking back at him.

Before they could do anything, the Warlord slammed his blade through their skull! Blood splattering all over those behind them. A Kor’kron Sergeant leapt towards Grongal, but had been met by a heavier headbutt from him, causing blood to pour out of the Sergeant’s nose.

“AGH! My nose!” The Sergeant yelled, falling back, grabbing hold of his injury. “H-He broke my nose!”

“A minor injury, compared to what is to come next, wretch.” Grongal didn’t give the Sergeant time to look, before slicing his warblade through their collar bone. More of the Ko’rkon leapt at the lone Warlord, the first being met by an elbow to the face before a warblade tip met his gut. The Vanguard could only watch, in awe, as Grongal fought alone.

Blademaster of Fire.

His warblade flickered with embers, the Spirit within trying to ignite… But it is being prevented by the Dark Shamans and their corrupted magic. It wanted to aid Grongal, to give its wielder the blazing fury of Fire, but there was a barrier between him and those that blessed the blade.

Siegemaster.

His heavy armor, built to resembled the very forge that birthed it, breathed flames from his movements. The weight of it made his strikes even more powerful, like a Siege Cannon battering some Fortress… It called to the Siege Artillery, which were trying to roll into range and support their allies.

The Iron Warrior.

Blackfuse and Kor’kron Rifleman took aim, and fired but their bullets were deflected by Grongal’s armor! They only had seconds, before the Warlord barreled into their ranks, his warblade slicing through their bodies.

Dragon of Blackrock.

His metallic war cries sounded more like some ferocious dragon roaring against its prey. His strikes rending armor and flesh, as if it were the Dragon’s very own teeth and talons, while he actually seemed to fly through their ranks. The Vanguard could not help but be in awe at how the title seemed real, that Grongal actually seemed like some ferocious Dragon from Blackrock Mountain.

Chieftain of the Blackrock Rebels.

His War Banner waved into the flowing wind, displaying Grongal’s affiliation and Clan proudly. Those of the Blackrock Clan, within his Vanguard, felt a blazing fire of pride within their hearts. Watching him fight on, with a will of Iron, reminded them of what it meant, to truly call oneself “Blackrock”. What it is like, to walk the path of honor and the unwavering protector.

Grongal kept fighting, beheading the latest Kor’kron in his way. Though, when he turned around, the Warlord got a sight of the newest foe… And snarled at the corruption within it.

The metal around its frame festered with Sha corruption, boils of fuming dark energy pulsing all around it. Strange, flesh-like, lines stretched across the cannon’s mutated body, holding it together in its reborn form. A pair of yellow cat eyes, one on each side, looked around before locking on to Grongal. The fanged teeth in its barrel retracted, as a gurgling noise informed those nearby of the Sha Cannon’s impending attack. This is an abomination, a corrupted weapon that once had an honorable purpose, but now writhed in agony, as its corrupted body took new form. It needed to be given mercy, and be put down.

The Warlrod grabbed of his warblade, both eyes blazing with fury. He charged forward, boots kicking up dirt, letting out a metallic roar. “Lok’tar…” The Sha Cannon fired, releasing its corrupted shell towards him. Grongal leapt up into the air, warblade held high above him, as he soared towards the rocketing shell. “Doomhammer!!!!”

“Chieftain!!!” The Vanguard cried out.

His warblade bit into the shell’s twisted form, actually slicing it in half… But the area went up into a massive blaze of smoke and fire, detonating prematurely from his attack. Sending Grongal flying back, but had been caught midair by a field of magic.

“W-What?” He looked around, noticing everything had suddenly been frozen in time. “How did-?”

The sound of clapping drew Grongal’s attention, seeing a bronze silk clad Quel’Dorei, wearing sunglasses, sitting on a destroyed siege tank. “Bravo! Bravo! Well done, Warlord!” He laughed, hopping off and having Grongal lowered down to him. “Truly, an awe-inspiring performance that shall create heroes of the future!”

“Who are you?” Grongal demanded, still unable to move. “And let me go, at once!”

“Who I am, does not matter right now, Warlord.” He answered, walking up to the imprisoned Orc, smirking. “And I cannot release you, just yet.”

“Why is that?”

“Does this sound familiar?”

The Quel’Dorei held up a glowing orb, as a familiar voice spoke up. “P-Promise?”

“TIA!?” Grongal roared, violently thrashing about within the Quel’Dorei’s magical hold, trying to force himself free, snarling like some animal. “What have you done with her!? Tell me, or I’ll rip you in half, elf!!!!"

“Whoa, calm the testosterones, Warlord. I haven’t done anything to her.” He watched, as the Orc continued to breathe heavily, barely restraining his rage. “But, she is facing an invading army… Alone.”

Grongal actually froze, going wide eyed behind his helmet. “W-What?” He said, in shock.

“Yes, if she keeps doing so, with no aid?” The elf gave a sorrow filled sigh. “The poor thing will perish… Which begs the question, Warlord?” His bronze gaze went to Grongal, a serious look appearing. “What will you do? Will the great Warlord Grongal Dragonblade break his sworn promise, and keep to his duty? To help bring down a terrible Tyrant and save the world…” He moved back and forth, the Orc watching him rather carefully. “Or will he forsake this duty, shrugging off all ties, and rush to her side? To protect her, like he promised so long ago?”

Silence only met the question, which confused Dazinomu quite a bit. Grongal’s emotionless helmet just kept staring at him, unblinking and unable to tell what the Orc had been thinking. This unnerved him, giving the elf a sudden feeling of foreboding danger, like Grongal could attack at any second. Carefully, he faced the magically bound Orc, preparing for something sudden… However, he had been truly caught off guard, by what came.

Metallic laughter started out slow, quietly, before its volume grew into a roaring one. Dazinomu actually thought that his news had suddenly caused the Orc to go purely mad. That is, until Grongal came to an abrupt halt, and the fiery gaze locked on to the bronze eyed Quel’Dorei. “I said, if she ever needed me, I would be there to protect her… And Warlord Grongal Dragonblade, the Dragon of Blackrock, never goes back on his word.”

The most devious grin appeared on Dazinomu’s features, as he raised a hand up. “Then, allow me to make a suggestion? Bend the knees, because you’re going in hot.”

“Wait, what?-OH NO! No way am I doing that again! Don’t you dare-!” At the snap of Dazinomu’s fingers, Grongal vanished.

“Perfect… Now, to handle things here.” Waving his hand, a fake Dragonblade appeared, along with a carbon copy of Grongal’s banner. “Alright, you know what to do… An heir shall never be found, go with the Centurion over there.” The fake blade glowed a couple of times, before they flew into position.

Dazinomu flew to his own position, on the destroyed siege tank, and dropped his Time Stopping spell. A smile formed when both banner and blade landed next to Zarmok, the Vanguard falling silent at what they just saw. The silence did not last long, as the Valley roared with beastial fury, curses, hate, and thunder; those of the Dragonblade Vanguard swarming from rushing out from cover. “Lok’tar Ogar, for Warlord Dragonblade!!!” Blood Fury gripped them, not caring what Garrosh’s Kor’kron threw… They wanted bloody vengeance, for their Warlord’s death, and they will get it.

The Quel’Dorei felt absolutely sick, watching the bloody mess and hearing screams of agony from the Kor’kron. “O-Oh my, this is… A bit more than I could-I did NOT know a Gobling could bend that way!” A screech, followed by crunching, made him quickly open a portal. “Done! Dazi OUT!” He vanished from sight.

-Equestria, with Celestia-

Celestia fell to her hands and knees, armor scorched and torn apart, Solar Spear sent flying away from her. She had taken out majority of the Changelings, but there were still more for her to fight before Canterlot could be safe. Only problem? Is that her entire body was in pain, making it hard for the alicorn to even move. The Solar Princess’ body had been struck by magic fire and blades, all while trying to keep a protective barrier around Canterlot, putting Celestia in a weakened state.

Even now, as a Changeling Drone approached, her body used up all remaining energy to keep the barrier up. All eyes watched, as the Changeling readied for his killing blow, Celestia closed her eyes. “Prepare to die, Princess!” He hissed.

“Celestia!” Those on the walls called out, as the alicorn managed to place a hand over her black stone amulet. “I’m sorry, Gron…”

Out of nowhere, the stone became warmer to the touch, surprising Celestia. “Hey, up in the sky, what is that?” One of the Changelings called out, all looking up to see a… Comet?

-Canterlot Ramparts-

“I didn’t know the princess could summon comets!” One of the Royal Guards shouted, in confusion about the newest development.

“Our sister can do no such thing. Even if she could, doing so in such a weakened state would be impossible.” Luna corrected, noticing that the flying ball of fire was not the size of a normal comet. Her attention went to the lavender alicorn next to her. “Twilight, what does thee-?” She noticed the younger mare’s reaction.

Despite having a spyglass over her opened eye, all could see how wide it is, pupils shrunk to pin point. Twilight’s jaw slack, trying to form a single sentence. “I don’t believe it!” She suddenly shouted, with the Royal Canterlot Voice by accident.

-Back with Celestia-

“Move, Siver!!!” A Changeling shouted.

“What, why? She’s-!” The warning came too late, as the Changeling, who intended to kill Celestia, had been crushed by the unknown object! Its landing actually caused a decent sized impact crater, throwing up dust and sending all close by sailing away. Celestia managed to grip on to the ground tightly, just barely resisting the force created by it. When she looked towards the crater, both of her eyes went wide and jaw nearly hit the ground.

The figure knelt on to the ground, warblade in hand, with only black and green mush remaining of the Changeling he landed on. His armor looked like a walking, black metal, forge and gave her a heavy siege juggernaut feeling. At certain points of it, like his shoulders, mouth guard, belt, and knee guards; it looked as if flames were ready to exhaust out around him. The warblade had a black edge, a glowing and curved hilt, with blazing runes written on the weapon’s face. But, what really caught her attention, had been the customized red banner strapped to the figure’s back. ((Armor Design: WoD Blackrock Set. Blade Design: Keen Obsidian Edge))

While she did not know what the blazing sword meant, Celestia did recognize the Clan Standard. “Blackrock Clan…” She whispered, eyes scanning the large Orc’s kneeling frame.

His helmeted eyes flared to life, the heavily armored Orc standing up, armor clanking with his movements. The Orc scanned those around him, Changelings backing away and out of blade reach. When he spotted a prone Celestia, the Orc wasted no time and walked out of the crater. Carefully, his armored hands helped her up and on to both hooves, eyes scanning Celestia’s battered frame, hand reaching up and gently grabbing her chin to make her look from side to side. It didn’t take long, though, before discovering a destroyed area on her side, where the blood stained chained links were exposed.

Celestia winced, when he placed a hand there, making the Orc’s fiery eyes snap to her tired ones. They were held there, before he retreated the hand and stared at the fact her blood now covered it… The armor starting to tremble, his hand gripping tightly, one could feel his fuming fury.

Without warning, he spun towards the Changelings, flames igniting from his body and blade! The sheer power coming off of him terrified the insectoid ponies, and caused them to back away from the pair. “You dare harm her?” His metallic voice snarled, stepping towards the Changeling ranks. Flames stretched all around his body, the warblade blazing like an inferno. “You dare make her bleed?” The Orc took a side combat stance, his left towards the Changelings, legs wide but leaned on to his right leg. Slowly, he lifted the warblade up to his chest, tip pointing the Changelings, both of his hands grasping its hilt tightly. “I shall spare none of you!” ((Que “Warrior by Disturbed” for this!))

They just stared at him, many not able to figure out what to make of this. “Swarm him!” One called out, pointing towards the Orc. “He is only one giant!” With that, the Changelings charged!

The Orc’s stance lowered, Celestia’s eyes locking o to him. “Blazing Soul Style…” He whispered, the alicorn’s eyes widening at the mentioned school. “Inferno Blitz!” Her heart skipped, as his body became incased within roaring flames and shot forward, a trail of fire left by his approach.

Those within his path were sent flying, their bodies set ablaze. When he stopped, the three Changelings were unable to react before his blade split them in half, at the waist. Another Changeling suddenly fired a bolt of green fire, only for the Orc to duck and strike one of its comrades instead. Before it could fire another, the Changeling was hit by a bone crushing backhand and sent flying away! Others tried to strike at the Orc, but were met by both metal and flames before they could even touch him.

Soon, though, the Changelings had him completely surrounded. “Everyling! Attack at once, no way he can-?”

“Blazing Soul Style…” His whispered words drew their attention, the Orc in a horse stance with his warblade wrapped around him. It looked as if he was about to perform some kind of spin. “FIRESTORM!” All were horrified, seeing the Orc unleash his strongest attack on to the Changeling ranks.

A massive vortex of fire and blade, so large that those on Canterlot’s ramparts could see its destructive power. At its very center, the wielder commanded his attacks in a swirl of power, blazing warblade being its control. Changeling after Changeling being sucked in, by the droves, sliced to pieces and reduced to nothing but ash.

Celestia could not believe the sheer power being witnessed in front of her, a young voice echoing within her mind. “One day, I will be a powerful Blademaster.” The vortex suddenly dispersed, all but one Changeling had been reduced to ash, small areas of fire still burning on the Orc’s body. “Protecting all those around me with a Spirit Blessed Warblade, like him.”

Her eyes teared up, hand over her mouth, as she watched the Orc march towards his final foe. “G-Gron…?” Celestia whispered, her legs feeling weak.

The last Changeling held his twisted blade, in both of its shaking hands, staring up at the towering Orc. Its chitin body was more armored, spiked, than the others and had larger wings; which allowed one to know that this was their battle leader. The Changeling Battleleadter leapt up and flew towards him. “For the Que-!”

Cut short by a powerful face grab from the Orc, his armored hand only allowing the Changeling’s terrified eyes to be visible. Ever so slowly, his grip tightened on it, their muffled screams being the only signs of the Changeling’s torture. He did not have to do it slow, but this had been the one who ordered their attack, to harm Celestia, to try and kill his Tia. This, to him, had been an unforgivable crime, and he planned to punish them dearly for it!

Their muffled screams increased in their cry, as the Changeling Battleleader struck against his gauntlet… Followed by a sickening crunch, and the Orc’s hand nearly clenching fully. The act, along with him throwing the limp corpse aside, caused many of those on Catnerlot’s ramparts to become sick, especially Twilight, as Celestia’s barrier dropped.

This allowed all those waiting, behind the barrier, to fly out and straight for the Orc, who had started towards a weakened Celestia…
Only to be stopped by said weakened Celestia. “Stop!” She called out, quickly flying between them, with both arms held out, effecting stopping her defenders.

“Sister! W-Why do you stop us from restraining this dangerous creature!?” Luna demanded, her gaze constantly going from Celestia, to the seven foot armored giant, and then back.

“An easy answer, LuLu.” She turned towards the heavily armored warrior, placing a fist over her heart. “Throm’ka, Blackrock.”

The greeting earned surprised gasps, Luna going wide eyed as to what he was, the Orc repeating her action. “Throm’ka, Celestia.” Her eyes widened at the fact this Orc knew her name, hoping but needed more proof. The Blackrock stabbed his warblade into the ground, reaching up and taking a firm grasp of the emotionless helmet.

With a slight turn, the helmet releasing a hiss of steam and went dull. It was slowly removed, revealing the Orc’s rough gray flesh, full grown tusks, blood red eyes, his ash-tinted long black hair, and a pair of blade scars over both eyes. The features reminded Celestia of Warlord Zarron, both those eyes showed that he had seen far worse horrors than the Warlord she remembered. “Please, I-I need more proof, as to who you are. D-Do you… Have it?” She asked, stepping forward.

Silently, the Orc reached up and grabbed hold of something, within his breastplate. “It has been a long time…” In a strange sense of slow motion, the trinket had been revealed. The golden crystal star, despite being created so long ago, looked as if it hadn’t aged a day. “Tia.”

The tears flowed, like rivers, from Celestia’s eyes. Standing in front of her, fully grown, was her dearest of all friends, from so long ago. The Orc that made her feel safe, and protected, despite being so young himself. One she thought gone, being over a thousand years since Celestia had seen him… Yet, here he is, standing in front of her, a full grown adult, and had kept his promise to protect her when she needed him.

“GRONGAL!!!” She had accidently used the Royal Canterlot Voice, in her excitement, Celestia flew into the Warlord’s armored body… Wrapping her arms around his broad neck, crying into the Blackrock Orc’s breastplate.

Grongal returned her embrace, falling to his knees with a heavy thud. A smile on his lips, eyes closed, before the warrior’s strong voice simply spoke. “Yes, Tia, it’s me…”

“WHAT!?” The crowd yelled, in shock.