The day of the tournament came. The whole of the capital of Luxoria was a bright riot of color. The initial mud streets of the barbarian hovel were gone. The influence, wisdom, and magic of the queen had been used to quickly propel the once barbarian Korsovians into a proper nation. The influx of gold meant that the health and happiness of the citizens was on full display. The queenly procession of Ileosa's sedan was bore by the strongest, most beautiful examples of the queen's personal harem.<br/><br/>Men in collars waved and bowed before the procession, women gave less formal bows. Trumpets and dancers showed just what a cultural powerhouse Korsova had become in the region. A female orc with her human male slave sold street fare and several female elves seemed to be visiting. Lady clerics held aloft the effigy of the sun. Ileosa's drive to expand her religion seemed to be paying dividends. The longer impact of her choices would take longer to unfold, right now the tournament of the champion was the biggest draw to the capital.<br/><br/>The tournament would take a long time to complete. Hopefuls came from all over the kingdom. Farm boys in rudimentary armor or hardened female former military mercenary women with their slave squires in tow. The elven tourists were all women, and the ever romantic eyes of Korsovan men were looking to the tall beauties. Elves were at least six feet tall, and the women were surprisingly full of bust and wide of hip. They weren't as lush and exemplifying femininity that Korsovian women were. There were several series of tournaments including melees and jousts, archery contests and tests of acrobatics and skills.<br/><br/>There were of course several breaks so competitors, spectators, and queen alike could partake in holy ritual and relax. Morrigan was sitting in the queens' box her breasts open to the air on the warm sunny day. "Quite the show..." she said looking at more than one strapping orc male or farm boy as they passed beneath. Nudity naturally had become a non-issue within the kingdom, though it was perhaps not as much of a display as there were visitors, but the blush of several of their pointed-eared visitors seeing a fully naked man or topless woman. The queen of course could go about as she pleased, but usually she chose not to blind those with too much radiance.<br/><br/>The last break before the final combination of all the previous tests put the final ten people against one another in a battle royale. Morrigan fanned herself with an elaborate elven fan (the guests had been handing them out to all of the higher echelons of the queen's inner circle), "I think they're waiting for you to begin the final ceremony, my queen." She said with a small teasing smile. All of the queen's handmaidens were nearby in various states of dress. "I can't wait to see who wins, having access to your personal harem... and your right... hand is an enviable position..."