<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d4/Ogre_Girl.jpeg)</div>"My my, making talk of marriages and alliances already?"  It was then that the conversation would be interrupted by a new arrival on the scene, and Lugash would likely be at least mildly surprised at the sudden appearance of a pair of arms slipping under his own and wrapping around his shirtless chest, though between the familiar voice, the oddly-pale tone of the skin covering those arms, and the feeling of a decidedly-unforgettable pair of breasts pressing into his back through the material of his cloak, he would also likely know that he had nothing to fear from this new arrival.  "I'm glad to see that you haven't lost that youthful ambition, now that you're all grown up and a fully-blooded warrior.<br/><br/>"Mmmm, and I can see that you've grown up healthy and strong, too..."  That last bit was whispered into his ear in a decidedly sultry tone of voice, and the speaker took a brief moment to run her tongue along his ear before stepping out from behind him.  "Ahh, and Grumash Goldclaw, it's lovely to see you again, as well.  I see that you're on the lookout for a good deal, as always.  There might be room for some negotiations on that front, but first, I have an important announcement to make."<br/><br/>The speaker was none other than the mother of Lugash the Conqueror, a woman who was the avatar of the only goddess within the orc pantheon, and thus the only orc female to hold respect equal to that of a warchief.  Razura, Avatar of the Cave Mother, and the very literal mother to a majority of those orcs that made up her clan, the Thousand Sons.  And as she stepped out from behind the son of hers who was already at the gathering of chieftains, she gestured to another of her sons who was, at that moment, walking up to the meeting.<br/><br/>Even compared to the powerfully-built Grumash Goldclaw, the man walking up was a hulking brute of a creature (http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=1275834), a towering mass of muscle and sinew, with a head topped with horns, fingers tipped with claws, a mouth full of sharp fangs and bat-like wings protruding from his back.  Though his mother's orc blood bred true, there was clearly something otherworldly on his father's side of the family tree...<br/><br/>"Assembled chieftains, allow me to present to you the new leader of the Thousand Sons, the son of myself and the Balor Lord Belial.  My thanks to the Dark Bloods for arranging that little tryst, by the way."<br/><br/>"Greetings, elder brother, and to chiefs Goldclaw and Darkcaller as well."  In spite of his brutish, demonic appearance, the towering half-fiend was surprisingly well-spoken.  "My name is Gorefang, and like the rest of you, I look forward to our coming venture.  Conquering a brave new world will be a very auspicious start to my time as a warchief."