<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/>A mighty arm slipped around Razura's waist from behind, and then the buxom orc girl was pulled back from her son and into the arms of a man who'd never sought to wed her—but many times to bed her!  More than once he'd fathered a child with her, and sometimes negotiated to see that child raised as a Son of the West Wind.<br/><br/>“Ruvara...” he purred, sounding very like a cross between man and tiger.  The grey orc added ot the image by first drawing in a deep breath throuhg his teeth—his way of getting a strong taste of the scents around him—and then nipping the avatar of Luthic on the side of the neck.<br/><br/>Looking each of the others in the eye, he called them by name.  “Grumash Goldclaw,” there was respect in Kesk's mien as he regarded the taller avatar.  Grumash stood half a head taller than he, and their last wrestling match suggested that the other chieftan was stronger as well.  The one time they'd met on the battlefield, though...  Well, they both still bores scars from that day—Kesk wore them with great pride.  By his reckoning, his flury of furious—deceptively precise blows augmented by Grumsh's power had made it an even match betweent hem.<br/><br/>“Urush Darkcaller.”  There was contempt in the way he rumbled the demonologists name, but respect as well.  Urush's power—profane even by orcish standards—left Kesk no more than wary.  The man was, however, a heretic.  Nonetheless, Kesk respected his man as well.  He didn't want to, but Urush's strength—personally, politically, and in arcane matters—left Kesk little choice.  Which was, in a way, all the more impressive.<br/><br/>Next, he looked to one of the younger among them, “Lugash the Conqueror,” he rumbled.  Kesk was tall and strong even among chief's.  Lugash was a head taller than Grumash, head and shoulders taller than Kesk.  The gray orc smiled fondly.  Lugash was young still.  He'd earned the title “Conqueror” and earned it well.  By the time Lugash reached equally years to the others present he—like they—would no longer have need of such a title.<br/><br/>He would embody it.<br/><br/>His eyes flickered to Bethara again.  The politics surrounding her birthing would make it awkward to call the girl his daughter, but she was the product of his seed, and he was both fond of and proud of her.  “I see Bethara is with child again, Lugash.”  he chuckled, clearly pleased.<br/><br/>Finally he turned too the demonic figure Razura had just introduced.  “Gorefang,” he rumbled.  “Word has spread already to the Sons of the West Wind of the glory you have earned on the field of battle.  I see that these words must be true, for few men indeed are strong enough to stand at the forefront of The Thousand Sons.”<br/><br/>An old man, three young men, and and three girls—all with child—strode up to stand behind their chief and king.  The eldest--Rom--was Kesk's elder cousin.  Nowhere near so powerful as kesk, he was broad in the shoulder and straight in the back despite his gray hairs, earning him a place of great honor among the West Wind's Sons.<br/><br/>The three youg men were sons of Kesk he had chosen as heirs.  Kesk would briefly introduce them to any who did not know them.  Lorm was Kesk's eldest heir—the fruit of Ruvara's womb.  For a long time, Kesk had refused to braid the feathers of the Vorcelhawk into the young man's hair.  He was—compared to every man within a hundred feet of him—quite weak.  He made up for this in skill, magical power, and most of all courage.  It was the last trait that lead Kesk to finally acknowledge him as an heir.<br/><br/>Naktak and Ruul were both winged.  Naktak had more the look of a dragon wlaking on two legs than a man.  He was born of the womb of Pyra Tentanimar, a dragon known as the River of Fire.  Kesk had placed a dizzying number of gifts and trophies before her to earn the right to not only bed the wrym, but keep the child.<br/><br/>Ruul, though clearly a half fiend, was born of the womb of Sythea.  An adept, she had been the youngest of his concubines at the time.  Ruul's demonic blood was purely the result of Kesk's magic working his way upon her.  She was the only concubine of Kesk's to survive birthing one such as he.<br/><br/>“This is a great day, my friends,” Kesk purred.  “Any one of us alone could crush a city, make a nation tremble.  Together we will bring a world to it's knees.”<br/><br/>