It was tough for Bozwazgar Blackforge to find work, despite being a somewhat gifted blacksmith, as well as able bodied warrior, he found himself quickly tiring of such occupations. Quick to dismiss them, much to the please of his faithful customers unfortunate, and his former war bosses threats of decapitation if he didn’t remain. No, Bozwazgar was a roamer at heart, who couldn’t be bothered to remain in once place for an exceptionally long amount of time.
That was until; he stumbled upon ‘The Den of Hades’
Recently having lost its acclaimed bouncer, Gurz, a half-breed of orc and bear decent, the club was overcome by desperation to find a replacement. His mysterious and unsolved disappearance seemed to inspire a social uprising, by way of patrons who’d once kept themselves in line for fear the bouncers backlash, ran amok, and rioted almost on a nightly basis. As well those who had once feared to even attempt to try and persuade the bouncer to allow them entry in the popular night club, suddenly reclaimed their courage, and snuck in in droves.
This left the already packed with the elite positively swarming with people, all of whom seemed to have abandoned rules and regulations entirely, giving way to complete chaos.
And then came Bozwazgar.
Drifting aimlessly one night upon the city streets, the large, burly greenskinned orc had his bearded features downcast, forlorn. He felt absent of an aim in life, a goal, something to aspire too. He’d roamed to several different places, experienced many different callings, and none could seem to claim the orcs interest entirely. Falling into a deep black hole of concern over his existence, the orc almost didn’t see the Minotaur who brushed quickly by him, slamming into his shoulder, and nearly knocking him down.
“Watch where you’re going, moron!” The Minotaur had the gull to yell over his shoulder, as he kept a quickened pace in the opposite direction.
“Help! Please! That beastly thing stole my purse!” A high pitched voice shrieked in desperation.
It was an all too cliché scenario for Bozwazgar, he wanted to be on his way, unhindered by concern over another persons problems. But something inside him, the little spark of decency that once in awhile, revealed itself in every orc, urged him to pursue the horned thief.
Rolling his baby blue eyes to the towering twin moons above, Bozwazgar spun upon his heel, and made haste after the bullman. Though several leagues were already between orc and minotaur, the orcs strong, powerfully long legs made short work of it, soon catching up to the pickpocket.
Though the Minotaur towered over the orc by a good two heads and a half, Bozwazgar was still large and powerful, even surpassing orcish standards, and grabbed the bovines rippled shoulder with his own meaty paw.
The Minotaur quickly spun around, surprised, and only managed a wide eyed look of astonishment. His lips parted to voice his exclamation, when Bozwazgar busted the Minotaur right in the face with a tightly clenched fist. The powerful blow so savagely delivered sent waves of rippling agony right down to the very core of the beast. Almost instantly, the Minotaurs body went slack, consciousness fluttering away, as he slumped, hard upon the concrete sidewalk, issuing a phenomenal ‘BOOM!’ as his body struck it entirely.
Regarding the blacked out Minotaur with utter disgust, Bozwazgar snatched away the purse, but not before kicking the creature viciously in the gut. Turning back towards the way he’d ran, he lumbered over to where the victim of the thieving, which was revealed as petite female dragon, he handed her belongings back to her, managing a half-hearted smile.
“Oh, Bless you good sir, I thought for sure I would never again see this” Breathless with excitement and awe, she observed the orc with utter fascination. “How did you manage such a feat? That beastly vermin was nearly twice your size!”
“Oh, it was nothing, really.” Bozwazgars voice responded with a deep, guttural rumble, like the sound of a rockslide “I’ve wrestled bigger minotaurs them him, with certainly far more honor.”
“Let me reward you, please.” The female dragon whispered in a strange, unexpected husky whisper. Reaching her porcelain fingers up to tiptoe along one of the orcs sturdy arms.
Aghast, being about as straight as a snake tangled into several curving knots, riding a roller coaster, Bozwazgar did his best not to cringe with revulsion at her touch. Instead, letting her down softly with a gentlemanly smile “Oh, no I couldn’t request that of you, fair maiden, it’s not proper…and besides” he added, looking over his shoulder, longing to be on his way. “I must be going.”
“Wait a moment, don’t you dare go anywhere!’” A voice boomed from far off among the crowd that had begun to accumulate around the orc.
Now what..? Bozwazgar moaned inwardly, fidgeting with a small, silver ring that fit snugly over one of his beefy fingers. As his blue eyes drifted over all the heads of those gathered, the orc thought he viewed what was unmistakably a large dragon. Massive, ebony wings towered over all those crowded around the burly orc, announcing his presence even before the rest of him was seen.
Once the winged creature came into view however, Bozwazgar found something slightly off about the supposed dragons appearance, as if only half of his blood was draconian.
“Please, don’t depart; I want to give you a job!” The half-dragon said breathlessly, clutching the fine leather jacket covering an overly broad chest. “Hades den needs a new bouncer, our disappeared without a trace; it’s been utter madness without him!”
Bozwazgar cocked a big bushy eyebrow oddly at the dragonman, who thrust out one taloned hand, and grabbed the orcs to shake it vigorously. Doing so without appearing to care if whether or not such an act was welcomed.
“I’m not really…”
“I can’t take no for an answer, good sir, we need someone like you, made of the right stuff, who can best minotaurs, trolls, ogres, and other rough-necks that are causing trouble for my establishment!” The half-dragon went on desperately, cutting Bozwazgar off.
“Yes, please say you’ll stay.” The female dragon piped up, fluttering her eyelashes seductively.
Bozwazgar just barely managed tor restrain an uncomfortable shudder.
I guess it couldn’t hurt to give it a try, Bozwazgar thought, trying his best to shimmy himself away from the female dragon, who had since latched onto him.
“Urr, well okay, but I can only stay for on temporarily.” Bozwazgar stated simply, imagining he’d only stay for a few days, before returning to his travels.
“Yes, yes, whatever, come with me.” The half-dragon replied absently, not appearing to have heard what the orc said. “We’ll get you all fancied up with the proper attire, but first, there’s a gang of Ravenous hyenas having their fill of the bar I’d like you to deal with…”
Bozwazgar just sighed softly to himself, rolling his eyes, and wondering just what it was he’d got himself into.

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Some time ago I stumbled upon a story about a half-bear, half-orc, that instantly captivated me. When I did a search for the character, whose name was ‘Gurz’, I found some very neat arts of him, which included a really cool bouncer outfit. I was so enthralled by it, I thought, well hey, Bozwazgar would like bitchin’ in that…and so he does! I was inspired to do a story that continued Gurzs plight in a way, though it doesn’t actually include him (he’s not my character after all, but I was fortunate to find out I did know the anonymous person who’s his creator. So…hopefully he’ll be okay with this!)

Anyways, enjoy, I think this is the very first color picture EVER of Bozwazgar, which is alarming as this guys been around for at least 6 years.

(Cautionary note, if you go looking Gurz up, you may come across some material you’re not comfortable with, just a friendly warning.)