<div class="floatright">(http://img10.deviantart.net/9747/i/2013/202/e/3/orcish_hunk_by_mavrosh-d6eg2z2.jpg)</div><strong>Kesk Lamar, King of the West Wind's Sons</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/19jqFTLDv_Ssdl8a4J_cO8E80LrNPELOfwGTxv7uYHuQ/edit)<br/><br/>Kesk listened to the speach intently.  He stood straight backed with his powerfully muscled arms crossed in front of him.  He gave an aproving nod at the end of the speach and was the first to speak up.  "You speak of alliance, conquest, and glory.  I hear your words, and my blood sings.  I will swear to a compact that formalzies the ideas you put forth.   These humans will tremble before our might.  Their warriors blood will water the soil, and we will slake our lust in their shrill, shrieking daughters."<br/>