One minute after the events in Quest for a Beard 10
About this creation
The water was still after Skargim and Miluiel had fallen into the water from the cliff on which they were attacked by Orcs. Suddenly there was a splash and Skargim pulled himself onto the beach coughing up water.
An arm came out of the water and grasped the sand on the beach. Soon Miluiel emerged as well.
Miluiel: Where…Where are we?
Skargim: We are outside of Mirkwood; this river, if I remember what my father told me, leads to Laketown and after it, the Lonely Mountain; our goal.
Miluiel: How do we go about getting down the river?
Skargim: We don’t; we stay on land and follow the river.
Skargim turned to walk but saw an old man in a battered hat and cloak standing in front of him.
Skargim: Who are you?
Old man: I am no one you should concern yourselves with. I only wish to catch a fish for my supper.
Skargim: Very well. I do not want to trouble an old man like you but do you perhaps have a boat we could borrow?
The old man pointed toward a group of Orcs coming down the sandy banks.
Old man: No I have not a boat, but they might if you were willing to ask nicely.
Miluiel: Not more Orcs!
Suddenly the old man stood up and his cane turned into the Golden Staffsword of Skibiljorn the Purple.
Skibiljorn: I will fend off these fiends. Skargim, you are the Warrior of Destiny! You are the only one capable of saving the Lonely Mountain from what will soon happen!
There was a flash of light as Skibiljorn slammed his staff into the ground.
Skibiljorn: Fulfill your destiny, Skargim.
When the light went down Skibiljorn the Purple was left alone in front of a group of Orcs. It would have been an easy task had Skargim and Miluiel been there but now that it was just one wizard, the odds were not in his favor.
Skibiljorn: If thou shalt fight with me, thou shalt receive what thou deservest.
Skibiljorn made short work of the Orcs and started back to his hut near the beach.
Skargim and Miluiel looked at their surroundings and noticed that they were not on the beach anymore.
Skargim: Where are we?
A Dwarf walked over to where Skargim and Miluiel were standing.
Dwarf: You are standing in front of the gate of the Lonely Mountain. *laughs* Where did you think you were?
Miluiel: We were standing on a sandy river bank when a group of Orcs came down the beach. There was a flash of light and now here we are.
Dwarf: Interesting. I am Mamli, son of Varmli; allow me to welcome you to the halls of Erebor! I am but a humble guard of this gate, having only just recently earned my beard, but I am afraid I cannot allow either of you to pass this gate until King Dain has approved. We do not take kindly to outsiders.
Skargim: *yelling* Outsiders? I am a Dwarf!
Mamli: Oh! I am truly sorry sir. You may pass, but your companion must await a word from the King.
Skargim: I will wait here so she shall not be lonesome.
Mamli left and walked through the gate disappearing. Skargim and Miluiel said nothing but awaited his return.
Mamli came back through the gate looking very excited.
Mamli: Good news guests, your coming has been foretold by a man. You are most welcome and are to be treated as guests of honor.
Skargim and Miluiel gave each other a puzzled look before walking inside the gate and finally reaching their goal; the Lonely Mountain.
They walked inside and looked about in wonder at the magnificence of the Dwarvish work.
Skargim: This… This is not at all how I had expected it to be. The Ered Luin has beautiful architecture but this… this surpasses that of the Ered Luin in all aspects.
Miluiel: You speak for me as well. My old Dunedain village is but a shack compared to this.
Mamli: If you’re done marveling, King Dain will see you now.
Skargim and Miluiel nodded and followed Mamli but while they walked by they noticed a tall weather beaten Man in clothes that matched his rough appearance.
Skargim: Mamli, who is that?
Mamli: That is Xantalin Redsword, the man who knew of your arrival.
They came into King Dain’s chambers taking in the beauty of the polished marble floors and the grandeur of the stonework.
King Dain: Impressive isn’t it?
Skargim: Yes my liege; very magnificent. My humble home compares not to these grand halls.
King Dain: Yes I know from whence you came and I have been expecting you. Your father sent word about you not too long ago. You have come early; surprising for a Dwarf of your size.
Skargim: I- we had a little help from one old man. He wore purple robes and had a golden staff.
King Dain: So he is alive? Very well, Mamli!
Mamli walked in at the sound of the king’s voice.
Mamli: Yes my Lord?
King Dain: Show these guests to their rooms.
Mamli: Yes Lord.
Mamli showed them to their rooms and let them have a chance to rest from their tiring journey.
Well that's it. This is the last episode of Skargim as a Heroica Microfig (thank Jesus). I hope all of you are enjoying the series as much as I am enjoying making it and I just realized, I have no idea how many people are following this series so if you have been following the series I would just like it if you could comment on this episode. And remember if you want a character, just ask.
Great Comic! I thoroughly enjoyed reading them! If you keep doing a comic, if you want to add my character, you can, you don't have to though.
Weapon: Sword, dagger, and bow and arrow.