<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Lugash.jpg)</div>Lugash laughed along with Grumash at the reminiscence of his claiming of Betharra. "It was my great fortune, and no doubt the gods' will. Her magic has served my warband well, and our children are strong and destined for greatness."<br/><br/>Lugash gave a start when he heard a familiar sultry voice behind him, and his right hand twitched towards his belt for an instant before he relaxed into the familiar embrace, feeling his mother's full bosom pressing against his back, her pale arms encircling his chest.<br/><br/>"I am what you raised me to be, mother," he said, smiling broadly at the praise. "All glory to our clan and to the gods." He bit his lip as she whispered in his ear and caressed him with her tongue, and he did his best to convince himself that the noticeable bulge in his trousers was due to the presence of his wife, not his mother.<br/><br/>He took a step to the side and bowed to Razura, as did Rendar, while Betharra prostrated herself before her, her swollen belly close to the ground, her feline tail twitching in the air. He listened with interest to the interchange between Grumash and Razura, then turned to face Gorefang, taking in his great stature and fiendish features with obvious admiration. His mother was, and always would be, the true power of the Thousand Sons, but while she was many things, a warrior she was not, and Gorefang seemed the sort of commander he would gladly follow. After Gorefang made his greeting and proclamation, Lugash stepped forward and bowed, striking his chest with his fist. "You have my fealty, brother and chieftain. I will bring slaughter and conquest on your command. No foe will stand against the Thousand Sons!"<br/><br/>He helped Betharra to her feet as his father-in-law Kesk arrived, chuckling to see the West Wind chieftain treating so freely with Razura. If she objected to his attentions, he would surely know about it soon enough. He held his head up high as Kesk acknowledged him. He was far weaker in battle or magic than the assembled chieftains, but that was his place, and he accepted it - for now.<br/><br/>He brought his wife and brother forward, who were both Kesk's children. "She is! Her seventh, and my ninth. It is an auspicious time for a new child - surely he will grow into great power in the new world." He stood behind his wife, encircling her belly with his long arms, while Rendar approached his father and spoke a few words of greetings and family respect - Rendar was an orc of few words. Lugash acknowledged Kesk's family with nods of respect, clearly impressed by the heritage they all displayed.<br/><br/>As the chieftains filed into the great tent, he took his place behind Gorefang and Razura, listening intently to the description of the new world. He gazed upon the vision Urush summoned and felt his jaw drop. Surely such wealth could not exist anywhere among the planes, especially not guarded by such weak creatures?<br/><br/>He held his tongue, knowing that his mother and the new chieftain would speak on behalf of the Thousand Sons, but his expression and his stance made his position clear - he and his band would give their all to the invasion, and take their place among the rulers of the new world.