<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Lugash.jpg)</div>Lugash the Conqueror strode confidently along the rocky trail that led through the canyon to the place of gathering. The messengers had spoken of a portal to a new land, ripe for pillaging and conquest, and he intended to take his rightful place in that expedition.<br/><br/>He was clad only in trousers made from the scales of a hydra, a flowing cloak crafted from blue dragon hide, and thick leather gauntlets. His huge barrel chest was adorned with tattoos marking his victories over other orc tribes. A magical medallion featuring a red hawk hung below his collarbone, and around his neck was fastened a steel collar, with two links of blood-stained iron hanging from its fastening loop. At seven and a half feet tall, he towered over even the other orcs of his band.<br/><br/>A small form stumbled against his legs, and he reached down and hoisted the boy into his arms as easily as lifting a sack of grain. "When will we see the new world, papa?" the boy asked, squirming in Lugash's grasp. "I want to fight the new people with you! The other boys are all weak and no fun to fight." He brandished the dagger in his hand to emphasise his point.<br/><br/>Lugash laughed and tousled his son's hair. "Of course they're weak, Guldar. You're my eldest son, and you'll be a warlord one day, just like me. You'll have foes to hunt and slaughter in the new world, and plunder to seize, and slaves to capture. Fight the way I've taught you and you'll prosper, I promise."<br/><br/>An orc woman stepped up beside him and took Guldar into her arms, grunting with the effort. "You're getting too old to be carried," she told him, and set him on his feet. "Why don't you go and organize the other boys and girls? Make sure they've got their weapons and their supplies, and are ready to march on your father's command. We're both counting on you to lead them."<br/><br/>Guldar laughed happily and hugged his mother, then jumped down and ran off to assert his dominance over his peers once more. The woman stepped up to Lugash and embraced him, pressing her huge, sagging breasts against his bare chest. "He's so excited," she purred to him. "Everyone's so excited."<br/><br/>Lugash stopped in his march and slipped his arms around his wife's naked body, running his fingers through her thin brown fur and playing with her tail and her ass. Her belly was swollen with child, and her body bore the telltale signs of having borne four others already, but her curves, her muscles and her face were still enough to drive any man wild with desire. The huge bulge in his trousers communicated his own desires quite clearly, but they had more important things to do now. "Of course they are, Betharra. This is the chance of a lifetime. I'm tired of raiding the other tribes for gold, women and land. We'll be kings in this new world. There won't be anyone to stop me from carving out an empire, a legacy that will last a thousand years. Ilneval has sent me to conquer in his name, just as Luthic sent you to give me sons. You will be a queen soon, my love, with a hundred slaves to do your bidding, and your altar will run red with the blood of sacrifices to the glory of our gods."<br/><br/>He gave her a thorough caress over her breasts, her belly and her thickly furred crotch, then turned back to the trail, picking up his pace. His wife hurried after him, followed by the warriors and workers of their warband, over a hundred orcs in all. Each wore an iron collar like his, adorned with three or more bloody links. They marched into the canyon and made camp by one of the cliffs, pitching their tents and setting guards with military precision. Lugash saw Guldar administering a savage beating to a boy two years his senior, and gave him a nod of approval.<br/><br/>At the sound of the horns, his brother Rendar appeared from the shadows. The slender grey orc was clad in a tunic and breeches the same colour as the rocks around them, and moved in perfect silence. "That's the signal, brother," he said, patting the bow slung across his back. "Mother will be waiting for us."<br/><br/>"We shall make her proud!" cried Lugash, striding towards the central tent, his wife and brother walking alongside him. "Mother and Ilneval both."