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It has been a while since I have written my own notes, and I thought it appropriate to do so now that the Tournament of Pleasure has reached its end with the victory of Izon, a kobold much like myself. Unfortunately, I could not attend the final battle or her victory ceremony because anxiety and unhappiness filled me with such uncertainty. I find the act of simply writing down my thoughts and reliving the situation would be enough to help me figure out the confusing plot against me and my quest.

To begin, I am Tik Tik, a kobold formerly of the Dragon's Heir tribe and an esteemed eroarcanist wizard. In my most recent endeavor, I was also granted the title of Herald and Participant in the Tournament of Pleasure. Should the reader not be familiar with all of its details, I would not blame them. Celestial intervention has been employed to ensure that the continuity of creation maintains its prescribed flow. That is to say, the powers that be have altered mortal perception in such a way that many of the masses simply forget what was once a reality.

The Tournament was a competition, ostensibly about finding a champion of sexual prowess, because the gods had taken notice of the world's increased turning towards the arcane and the lewd. I came to learn this fact from the angel Hanioc, who appointed me Herald and granted me the Stick of Champions, a most peculiar artifact with the ability to transport me to the next Champion.

Using the Stick, I, Hanioc, and a third individual gathered champions from time and space. We brought them to Anteronia, the city of Requited Love, to face each other in sexual combat--the rules often becoming quite vague and contradictory. I was a fool for not suspecting something sooner, but I was so excited to meet so many new faces. Each new battle was a chance to meet new friends, yet there was some trouble brewing under the surface.

The third herald, Elicia, had cause to be most aggrieved with me, as I had inadvertently foiled one of her social plots at a masquerade party. She thought to sour my good mood by pitting my friends against one another. At first, she did get to me. I have since realized that I immensely enjoyed seeing my friends face off against one another in sexy competition.

What I cannot get over so quickly, though, is the fact that she brought in Zelbia, a demon I fought so hard to defeat, into the Tournament.

Through many rounds, Zelbia and Elicia had been whittling down my mind. They made me saddened even by the prospect of sex, going so far as to even turn my own queen against me!

But, it is I who has prevailed over them. Not only have I been able to see the rise a new and powerful wizard in Izon, but I've also come out of this charade a much wiser woman.

That is what makes the most difference.

I was studying the Stick of Champions in my room when I felt the unquestionable presence of something watching me. I've come to expect this feeling whenever Hanioc arrives, as their inscrutable true form can exist in multiple dimensions. Soon, their many faces appeared before me, surrounding me, blocking off all means of possible escape.

"The Tournament of Pleasure has concluded," said Hanioc, "and now, it is time for all to return whence they came."

I gripped tight to my herald's tool. It had become a new beacon for me. It was a means to improve my ability to travel and make new friends. If I wanted to get something out of all of the Tournament tribulations, I wanted it to be the Stick of Champions. "Hanioc," said I, "I didn't see it earlier, or maybe, I couldn't see it right away, but, I realize something. All the match-ups, all the people--this isn't about the gods and their desires for this world. Everything here at the Tournament has been about me, hasn't it?"

Immediately, they responded, "You presume much of yourself, Tik Tik. Your actions may have been the catalyst for the Tournament, but it isn't all about--"

Perhaps I was a bit too rough, but I slammed my hand upon my table, standing on the chair in a vain attempt to see the angel eye-to-eye. I settled on the faceless approximation of a head upon their humanoid form instead of picking among the many masks that floated about the chamber. "This Tournament is all about me. Why else were so many of my friends here? Why else Zelbia? Why else was the winner someone I had grown close to during this whole thing? It's all because it was me, me, me!"

"Your selfishness is showing," Hanioc said, "but that is to be expected. You are, after all, a kobold. You cannot help but see things from a self-centered point of view. It is a handed-down trait from the dragons that created your race."

"I am a kobold," I said to the angel, "which means I'm crafty."

I held the Stick aloft, and with a flash of light, I was enveloped by the magical apparatus, sent off into a distant place, but to where exactly?

Well, I had discovered a secret feature of the Stick of Champions, one that allowed me to piggyback the transportation of the angel's teleportive frequency. To put it in simple terms, I could find out where Hanioc previously was and get some answers.

Where I arrived was not at all what I was expecting.

The room, no, the suite, was lavish, with a wide and tall window from floor to ceiling. The panes showed off the cityscape of Anteronia below in a dazzling display of architecture.

Standing in a bathrobe, looking off into the sunset scene was Elicia, the elf's green hair spilling over her shoulders.

She turned around to face me, holding a glass in her hand. She swirled the drink around with a displeased and distant look upon her face, sipping the vintage before she finally spoke. "Peeking behind the curtain, are you? Hanioc won't like that."