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Ozzy toe-taker sank his shovel into the mound of crap, and dropped the shovelful of offal into his wheelbarrow. Repeating the mind numbing process over and over he sank into a rythym. He was in the port city of teirm. He was also a smelly dwarf. He disguised himself however as a human. And nobody wanted to look twice at a gong farmer anyway, so no one really noticed his rather short heritage. He was digging into a mound of feces nearby the wall of the city. He was waiting for nightfall when, if the time was right, he would knock out a unsuspecting pedestrian and chop off all their toes. He would take their money too. All he needed for a new shovel was 48 more crowns. Maybe he could buy one with a rubber grip if a rich person came by that night.....

Ozzy sawed all of the elf's toes off. He put each one in his satchel, then tore a strip off the elf's cloak. He bandaged the elf's toes and searched him for loot. He found twelve crowns and a amulet with a ruby. He also found a picture of a female elf. He put the amulet on under his shirt. And put the picture and the coins in his satchel. He packed up his tent and walked out of the alley leaving the unfortunate elf bloodied and toeless. He walked along the side of the street looking for a new alleyway to live in. He came to the docks seeing few people on the way. He decided he would live behind a inn near the docks. Plenty of foreigners came in through the docks. New varieties of toes.

A day and a half later the elf awoke. The first thing he noticed was a intense pain in his feet. The second thing he noticed was he was in a alleyway. He remembered nothing from the other night. He rubbed his eyes and tried to stand up. He could not balance and he fell over. He yelled in pain, and looked at his feet. He gasped. His toes were gone. Suddenly it all came back to him. That little midget hobo mugged him and chopped his toes off! That sick weirdo! He growled in rage. He checked if any of his other belongings were gone. Sure enough the little b*****d stole his protective amulet. And all his money. And his picture of his lover amerynth.The elf cursed in rage. On the back of That picture there was the essential map to the location of the last three dragon eggs. The elf tried to stand up again but without his toes he fell once more. The elf was so pissed off he could not see straight. In a psychotic act of muggery the midget had stolen all his money, his ability to walk, and one of the most essential items in the varden's defeat of galbatorix. The elf swore in the ancient language to find that evil little man and kill him and get that map.

Ozzy polished his knife with a dirty rag. He was sitting on a crate by a dock creeping people out for fun. Whenever someone passed he would giggle maniacally and wag his knife in their direction. He was in the middle of scrubbing a particularily stubborn blood stain, when he saw a team of six or seven sailors pushing a gigantic crate. It was 10 feet long and 4 feet wide. Growling noises came from it. Ozzy's eyebrows raised in interest. He followed the cart down the dock. It was headed towards a barge on the end of the pier. Ozzy figured that the thing in the crate probably has toes. Some animal toes would be a interesting addition to his macabre collection of digits. He was already planning his raid of the barge before it left.

Cyanidge had figured out how to walk on the heels and balls of his feet. Just so his toeless stumps would not touch the ground. He was moving along along the wharf slowly when he saw a short figure moving along a dock. He was carrying a shovel over his shoulder and a long knife in his left hand. He snarled and quickly gave chase. He wished his father had taught him more magic when he was a kid so he could snap this creatures neck from where he stood. Nearly a millenia old and he couldn't light a fire without using his hands. He was 30 feet behind the psychotic midget and closing. At about 3 yards the midget turned his head and yelled. He threw his knife. Prepared this time for the knife he sidestepped with elven grace. The elf was almost punching distance from the homeless toe connessiuer, when the knife suddenly appeared in the midget's hand. Cyanidge attempted a roundhouse kick. Ozzy blocked the foot with his left hand and slashed at it with his knife. But the elf was to quick and he retracted his toeless foot before ozzy cut it.
Ozzy Drew his shovel and slashed with his knife before the determined kickboxing elf could not take advantage of the opening in his guard.
The sailors had started watching the fight.
The elf stepped back and lunged for ozzy's feet and tackled him down. The elf straddled the insane midget punching at his face. Ozzy took two punches before clobbering the elf in the face with his shovel. The elf fell over, unconscious. Ozzy rolled towards him and slashed at his face, cutting through his left eye. At this point the sailors nearby tackled ozzy down. Some of them bandaged up the elf.

Ozzy went down the hatch to the hull. He quickly stepped down the stairs into the dank innards of the barge. As he expected there were many wooden crates lashed down with chains and ropes. He heard voices at the other end of the hull. He ran going from crate to crate. Soon he was on the other end of the crate two sailors were leaning on talking. He quietly clambered up on top of the crate and looked down on the dirty hair of the two unfortunate watchmen. They were talking about the pissed off tiger they had in the back of the ship. Ozzy took note of the orange striped toe possibility, before ganking the left sailor with his shovel. Before the other sailor could let out more than a squeak ozzy smacked him in the face with his shovel. Ozzy proceded to hop down and abscond with their toes. He then ran back towards where they were keeping the tiger.