The Adventures of Glibo the Second
Glibo stumbled into the dark room. The pearly luminescence
of the Phial threw ominous shadows against the far wall. Orcs. He
quickly counted their sleeping forms before ducking back into the darkness
of the hallway. A dozen. He clutched his dagger Nimtharc, its
haft fluid yet firm in his grip, its blade glowing just below the threshold
of perception with barely contained energies. Twelve brutish pigmen
against his three foot halfling self.
As he swept back into the room, his face broke into its characteristic
grin. He liked his odds.
The Sad Demise of Glibo the Second
And the Subsequent Rise of Gilbo the Third
It was a sad day for the line of Glibo. Glibo the Second had just
teleported himself to 1700 feet deep within the Mines of Moria, when he
spied Waldeor, the King of Water. Immediately, an irrational urge
to kill this foul being arose within the heart of our hero. With
reckless abandon, he set upon Waldeor. The Lord of Waves responded
by creating a giant whirlpool at Glibo's feet. He was pulled down,
and it required all of his strength to regain his footing on solid land
once again. Undaunted, he continued to rain blow after blow upon
the Monarch of Moisture. But Glibo was weakening fast - his thrusts
and slashes seemed to have little effect upon Waldeor. Without warning,
the King of Water once again summoned a mighty whirlpool. Glibo II
struggled mightily against the current, every muscle fiber straining, but
in the end, the water claimed him. The King of Water reigned triumphant.
Fortunately, Glibo II's heroic deeds and untimely death had inspired
a young Dunadin lass with a magical bent. She renamed herself Gilbo
III in his honor (not quite taking his name - that would be irreverent),
and set herself to the task of avenging her mentor and namesake.
She knows that many adventures await her deep within the Mines of Moria.