"So your heir now seeks to test his blade against the scourge?" Rahjak asked skeptically to the burning apparition that was his clan leader, "And with barely more than two hundred he took a cursed city of more than thirty thousand not even the human paladins in their prime could've taken it?"
The manifestation even if it was an illusion gave off sparks as it grinned horrifically at his offspring completing a rite of adulthood at a very impressive record.
"Quite so. Sesk and Ishi accompanied him but he carried out the killing blow, a scourge death knight and one of their finest necromancers a lich controlling the garrison that was distracted by his warband it was a perfect Lok'tra." Neeru continues, "You have been away for some time Rahjak in the Eastern kingdoms which bodes well for what I need your blade for, our clan's fortunes have been in jeopardy with our warchief nearly singling them out as renegades." at a brief pause he continued his tale "I'll show our warchief what our clan can do what he can't. My son's choice of adventure in his exile will help the humans far more than he can har har!"
At the mention of their current warchief, both of them glowered. Renegade he maybe but they agreed on Thrall's leadership being less than stellar in the direction he wanted before he replied "I have been waiting for a chance of a worthy fight and as your son is on the frontlines against the scourge under the banner of these Scarlet humans, I will follow."
The flaming manifestation grinned as Neeru finalised the meeting with the renegade, "Good good Rhajak. My son is about to take the scourge's floating fortress called Naxxrammas and while his warband has grown, it would do glory to the clan if more of adepts of the burning blade partake in such a momentous battle." the apparition began to fade into embers, "A zeppelin will come to you already laden with our clansmen before heading for my son's warband. He may... appear off having found some artifact to adorn his eyes but he's all but capable of leading."
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Rhajak started to doubt his fel chief's words. Grok'mash the heir to the Burning Blade received his father's reinforcements warmly and with but a brief meeting was a very daring plan.
The success of the blademasters in anti scourge operations led to a decision of the use of flying machines to transport them to drop them from above the floating scourge fortress under the cover of Scarlet cannon and magic fire which one of them was piloted by Grok'mash's sworn brother of the Warsong oddly enough. With a manic concentrated look with one eye covered by some fine glass as he fiddled with the controls before at the flick of a switch, the machine dropped it's cargo onto the floating fortress that followed with a resounding boom for an opening to his passengers to follow upon.
"Brother we are clear! Get ready to jump and Lok-tar ogar!" barked Vark as the battle waged on. Nodding Grok'mash with his curious set of eyewear addressed the blade masters accompanying him.
"Welcome to Naxxramas, Blademasters!" the heir to the clan began, "I will not lie the chances of your survival are small!" the mood among the burning blade dropped, "Some may even turn against your friends as living corpses!" with each word the assembled blademaster started having doubts about such a grim outlook on the battle they will enter until his next oration, "But you have my word that I will use my elemental gifts" raising his own blade that ignited, their owns swords began to glow and blaze into flames restoring their courage at the symbol of their clan being imitated on their blades, "to ensure your blades and bodies are given unto the fires of Oshu'Gun!" he continued as the battle outside raged on and the light of the combined fires reflected off of his dark eyewear that served to give off an impressive aura, "This is the greatest reward, more than even honor and glory as the fate of your soul is an eternal concern!" with a raised fist as he prepared to be the first to jump he said "Now come follow me! Strike down the undead that rise against us!" the words initially grim grew to be intensely charismatic at facing the jaws of death, "Allow me to put an end to their presence here! I ask not for my own selfish adventurism since my exile, but for the good of the HORDE AND AZEROTH!!!"
Raising his burning blade he jumped and his fellow followers of the blade followed suit jumping off the flying contraption onto their final target of the campaign of the Scarlet humans their chief's heir pledged his blade to as he uttered their clan's motto.
"A blade, a blade!" Grok'mash Fireblade cried out in free fall.
"A Burning Blade!" the blade masters replied together as their blades all burned as brightly as their orcish fighting spirit relished the coming fight below them.
"We go feet first! Lok-tar ogar!"
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uhOHWoz2fQA&t=37s
Soon after the battle of Naxxrammas, the Burning Blade clan especially the warband lead by Grok'mash Fireblade was referred to as the Helljumpers by the leader of the Scarlet Crusade as a nod to their ability to commit deep strikes into enemy strongholds against enemies twice their number they might as well be capable of jumping into hell and back the name stuck Grok'mash Fireblade was also referred to as Grok Helljumper.
"Any corpse that runs is an Undead Scourge! Any corpse who stands still is a well-disciplined Undead Scourge!!" - Grok Helljumper
This is totally a parody I did for fun after watching too many videos of Gelt going psycho.