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He’d slept in again. Goddamn it! Its happened everyday! Blizz threw the covers off himself and snatched the pair of pants he always wore from his tabletop, hopping franticly around the room as he struggled to pull his leg through. Vicious banging came from the door “Blizz, get out here now! Customers are waiting!” his dad yelled angrly, his foot tapping loudly on the outside of the door. “Yeah! Im.. Nggh! Coming!” Blizz bounced his way over to the mirror, leg still struggling to be pulled through.

With a loud effort, he wrenched his leg through, sighed in relief, and glanced at his image looking back at him. He stood at only 2ft 10, which would be small for a human 16 years of age, but he was no human. His jet black scales were the first giveaway a person would notice, covering his body from head to toe except for his belly, which was coloured a contrasting grey. The next tell-tale sign would be his head, 6 symmetrical spines jutting from the back, 2 large, 4 smaller, the right big spine having a bandage wrapped around it. His snout was similar to a dogs in length, and held a row of spiky, smiling teeth that wrapped around it. A flickering blue light would catch your eye from behind Blizz, as his swaying tail displays a blue flame on its tip, which strangely doesn’t seem to burn anything it touches. The last thing a person might mention, upon looking down on him, would be the claws on his stocky, dragon-like feet and, otherwise, human looking hands, which were also wrapped in rough, weathered bandages.

He grabbed his red scarf hanging from the top of the mirror, and wrapped it around his neck so that it trailed behind him, almost touching the ground. The goggles were the last item to be added, swiping them up from the table and stretching them over his head and letting go, it snapping down, so that they rested close to the spines just above his eyes. The banging started again, louder this time, making Blizz jump a little at the sudden sound. “Come on! Ill be taking it out of your pay if you don’t get up!” “I’m already up! Quit your yapping!” barked Blizz, back at the door.

He walked over to the handle, placing his hand over it before stopping himself and turning back towards his bed. He looked at the book that lay there, its pages were frayed from overuse, and its title read “The Redoran Adventures” in gold ink on the cover. He smiled as he looked at it, he often blamed his oversleeping on the noise of the gunfire and explosions that echoed all across the town every night. But the truth was he was completely absorbed in the world of his books, tales of adventure, treasure and glory thrilled him, and transported him from his boring, uneventful life. He wished more than anything that he could take the place of the hero’s inside them, even just for a day, and often did imagine himself alongside the heroes, having the adventure with them.

He sighed heavily, and was torn from his thoughts as the shouting bellowed from the door once again. He frowned and wrenched the door open, revealing a tall, rough looking human man staring down at Blizz, arms folded and the scowl obvious on his face. “Hey Dad I’m up, what do you need me for?” Blizz sighed, visibly already bored of the chores that lay ahead. A tray holding food and drinks is suddenly thrust into his chest, and he stumbles a little, wobbling and trying to balance it in his arms. “This Inn gets very little business as it is these days, what with all the monster attacks driving travellers away.” He shoots a stern look down at Blizz, his arms folded across his portly belly. “It doesn’t need you adding to the problem by keeping customers hungry and thirsty!” he swings his arm around Blizz’s back and pushes him into the Inn’s lobby before walking back to the bar, shaking his head and grunting.

Blizz turned to look at the inn he had grown up in since he was born. Clearly the years has taken its toll on the place, wood had rotted in the floorboards and moss could be seen growing in the corners of the room and furniture, climbing them as if trying to grab the bounty of food that lay on the tables. The customers didnt seem to mind at all though, walking around, Blizz could see the faces of slender, agile looking felines, their whiskers dripping with ale, laughing and exchanging stories amongst huge, burly figures, their heads the shape of rhinos with a body to match. The Inn was filled with all kinds of these creatures, from lizards with spiny scaly bodies like Blizz’s to birds that had long lost the power of their flight centuries ago, even people that resembled the kind of strange and odd shapes you'd find on bugs could be seen, merrily chatting away with one another, gossiping about the day. Blizz always found it strange how all of these communities got along so well with each other, sure there were arguments and the occasional brawl over a racial slur or comment, but nothing so serious as mass murder. The knowledge and fear of an even bigger threat outside has a way of bringing people together it seems, Blizz thought.

His arms were growing weary after a while of carrying food and drink to the separate tables, being small has its disadvantages when the hunks of meat are almost as big as you. Resting his arm onto the bar table and breathing heavily, Blizz looked up and noticed his dad looking at him, resting on the bar table. A rare smile etched its way onto his face, and his eyebrows relaxed from its natural scowl. “Your doing good today son” he muttered “Why don't you take a break for a while, we need a new batch of supplies anyway from the market.” He tosses a bag of coins to Blizz over the bar table “Just dont be buying anymore of those books you hear? You have enough in there and I don't want you sneakily splashing what little profit we get on your habits.” Blizz nodded and rolled his eyes, walking towards the door, bag in hand.

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He’d slept in again. Goddamn it! Its happened everyday! Blizz threw the covers off himself and snatched the pair of pants he always wore from his tabletop, hopping franticly around the room as he struggled to pull his leg through. Vicious banging came from the door “Blizz, get out here now! Customers are waiting!” his dad yelled angrly, his foot tapping loudly on the outside of the door. “Yeah! Im.. Nggh! Coming!” Blizz bounced his way over to the mirror, leg still struggling to be pulled through.

With a loud effort, he wrenched his leg through, sighed in relief, and glanced at his image looking back at him. He stood at only 2ft 10, which would be small for a human 16 years of age, but he was no human. His jet black scales were the first giveaway a person would notice, covering his body from head to toe except for his belly, which was coloured a contrasting grey. The next tell-tale sign would be his head, 6 symmetrical spines jutting from the back, 2 large, 4 smaller, the right big spine having a bandage wrapped around it. His snout was similar to a dogs in length, and held a row of spiky, smiling teeth that wrapped around it. A flickering blue light would catch your eye from behind Blizz, as his swaying tail displays a blue flame on its tip, which strangely doesn’t seem to burn anything it touches. The last thing a person might mention, upon looking down on him, would be the claws on his stocky, dragon-like feet and, otherwise, human looking hands, which were also wrapped in rough, weathered bandages.

He grabbed his red scarf hanging from the top of the mirror, and wrapped it around his neck so that it trailed behind him, almost touching the ground. The goggles were the last item to be added, swiping them up from the table and stretching them over his head and letting go, it snapping down, so that they rested close to the spines just above his eyes. The banging started again, louder this time, making Blizz jump a little at the sudden sound. “Come on! Ill be taking it out of your pay if you don’t get up!” “I’m already up! Quit your yapping!” barked Blizz, back at the door.

He walked over to the handle, placing his hand over it before stopping himself and turning back towards his bed. He looked at the book that lay there, its pages were frayed from overuse, and its title read “The Redoran Adventures” in gold ink on the cover. He smiled as he looked at it, he often blamed his oversleeping on the noise of the gunfire and explosions that echoed all across the town every night. But the truth was he was completely absorbed in the world of his books, tales of adventure, treasure and glory thrilled him, and transported him from his boring, uneventful life. He wished more than anything that he could take the place of the hero’s inside them, even just for a day, and often did imagine himself alongside the heroes, having the adventure with them.

He sighed heavily, and was torn from his thoughts as the shouting bellowed from the door once again. He frowned and wrenched the door open, revealing a tall, rough looking human man staring down at Blizz, arms folded and the scowl obvious on his face. “Hey Dad I’m up, what do you need me for?” Blizz sighed, visibly already bored of the chores that lay ahead. A tray holding food and drinks is suddenly thrust into his chest, and he stumbles a little, wobbling and trying to balance it in his arms. “This Inn gets very little business as it is these days, what with all the monster attacks driving travellers away.” He shoots a stern look down at Blizz, his arms folded across his portly belly. “It doesn’t need you adding to the problem by keeping customers hungry and thirsty!” he swings his arm around Blizz’s back and pushes him into the Inn’s lobby before walking back to the bar, shaking his head and grunting.

Blizz turned to look at the inn he had grown up in since he was born. Clearly the years has taken its toll on the place, wood had rotted in the floorboards and moss could be seen growing in the corners of the room and furniture, climbing them as if trying to grab the bounty of food that lay on the tables. The customers didnt seem to mind at all though, walking around, Blizz could see the faces of slender, agile looking felines, their whiskers dripping with ale, laughing and exchanging stories amongst huge, burly figures, their heads the shape of rhinos with a body to match. The Inn was filled with all kinds of these creatures, from lizards with spiny scaly bodies like Blizz’s to birds that had long lost the power of their flight centuries ago, even people that resembled the kind of strange and odd shapes you'd find on bugs could be seen, merrily chatting away with one another, gossiping about the day. Blizz always found it strange how all of these communities got along so well with each other, sure there were arguments and the occasional brawl over a racial slur or comment, but nothing so serious as mass murder. The knowledge and fear of an even bigger threat outside has a way of bringing people together it seems, Blizz thought.

His arms were growing weary after a while of carrying food and drink to the separate tables, being small has its disadvantages when the hunks of meat are almost as big as you. Resting his arm onto the bar table and breathing heavily, Blizz looked up and noticed his dad looking at him, resting on the bar table. A rare smile etched its way onto his face, and his eyebrows relaxed from its natural scowl. “Your doing good today son” he muttered “Why don't you take a break for a while, we need a new batch of supplies anyway from the market.” He tosses a bag of coins to Blizz over the bar table “Just dont be buying anymore of those books you hear? You have enough in there and I don't want you sneakily splashing what little profit we get on your habits.” Blizz nodded and rolled his eyes, walking towards the door, bag in hand.