Kriios Halfblood/Half orc, half dark elf/Magus Knight/Just overthrew his mother/sexual content: harem, big cock, distension, , , breeding, magic, intimacy, love

15th Day of the Month of Blooming

Heavy metallic footfalls told everyone in the Great Hall they were coming long before anyone saw the thirteen knights, covered head-to-toe in full battle dress. Their plate armor was made of alloys known only by the finest dark-elven smiths, more resilient than steel, polished to an almost glowing blue shine, and half as heavy as good dwarven work. With a minimum of a century of practice in their gear, those knights could move in it like it wasn't there, but that day they marched slowly and made every step count.

The Knightly Orders of Dorzhan were an elite military **** separate from its army, but one which its dark-elven citizens had never been comfortable with. Unlike the Wizard Schools, or the Temple, or the Sword Dancers, it allowed men to not only join, but rise through the ranks. Unlike the officers of the army, it allowed non-nobles—and worse, non-dark elves—to be leaders. In fact its ranks resembled the regular army far too closely for most noble dark-elves' tastes, but there was a certain logic to its existence that had allowed the Knightly Orders to not only persist, but flourish: they fulfilled roles in the armed forces of Dorzhan that nobody else could.

Each Order specialized in its own techniques and methods, but the one thing they had in common is the most vital role they played. They were heavy shock infantry— made up of many people who were simply larger, more muscular, and capable of more forthright acts of **** than the lithe, evasive dark-elves and elves who made up the majority of Dorzhan's elite, and over a third of its total population.

On that day those thirteen knights marched heads held high, the heraldry of their Orders on full display. That day when they had freed their country from the outdated rule of its Grand Matriarch and Queen.

Ten of the knights marched behind the other three, in five ranks of two. Paired by Order, five of the seven Orders were represented in their ranks. Leading them were three knights organized into a triangle, the commander who had brought victory at the head.

He towered head-and-shoulders over the next tallest knight. He was Kriios Halfblood, Magus Knight, first son and oldest child of Queen Vexiosa Calabrant, Grand Knight-Commander of the Magus Order, second-in-command of Dorzhan's armies for over a century, and. . . he had just overthrown his mother.

Behind Kriios marched his closest allies in the Orders. The only Forge Knight in the procession, Dauren Felhammer, was the second-shortest of the knights. Of mixed forest elf and human ancestry, he was still spry despite his two hundred years being past middle-aged for him, and wielded a hammer with more skill than anyone Kriios had ever seen.

A little taller than Dauren was the solitary Null Knight, Sindreya Nizzith, a pure dark elf, and the only dark elf noble among the thirteen—if you didn't count Kriios, like his mother didn't. A naturally magical race, dark elves were disinclined to seal their magic away, yet Sindreya had done just that over three hundred years before, and her Order recruited more elves and dark elves than any other after she joined its leadership, although admittedly Kriios could count any other Order's pure elven members with at most both hands.

The knightly procession arrived at the colossal doors of the Great Hall, and as one they went to attention, the sound of their boots echoing into the Hall through its open stone doors. Every eye within was on them, except for those of the guards around the perimeter, army regulars with spears in groups of three, interspersed with the occasional Knight, many of whom were Null Knights. Every one of the people gathered there were able to use magic of one kind or another, and Kriios was taking no chances that they would feel free to use it.

A thin dark elf man stared nervously at the knights for a few seconds then shook himself, and stood a little straighter in his post by the door. "All hail the Knightly Orders of Dorzhan, all hail the Grand Knight-Commander of the Magus Order, Kriios Halfblood, and companions. All hail!" The man deflated with his last words, and scrambled backward to get out of sight of the knights.