The Nazgul in Umbar
Main Hall, Desert Tower
The lower floor of the Desert Tower is dominated by a huge stone fireplace hearth set into the middle of the floor in rough sand colored stone with hints of reddish streaks. A staircase opens near to the hearth and leads up to the second floor. The stone tile here is a smooth black marble with faintest ochre-gold veining. Ancient tapestries cover the walls depicting themes of loyalty and war with stories dating back to the construction of Umbar. The colors are mostly in deep rich hues of red and gold with dark splashes of alluring blues and lush greens. The ceiling rises high and dark, perhaps 20 feet or more above your head with the stone chimney of the hearth reaching up in the center like a supporting column.
Comfortable chairs with drink tables have been arranged around the hearth to welcome visitors who await an audience with the Tower's Lady. Servants and guards both linger silently in the ample shadows, all with dull gleams of steel girt at waists.
Contents:
Habben
Obvious exits:
Staircase, Out, and Wooden Door
Habben stands very quietly by a small table almost concealed by the sweeping stairway. The tall man holds a parchment, reading it and has a half filled goblet of wine on the table with an ink well, quill and blotter. There is no chair. At the ... rolling in of almost a ... cold chillness to the air that suddenly raises the fine hairs on the back of his neck, the Desert Tower Steward glances up, looking up the stair and expecting to see the wraith that has been coming and going. But there is nothing to be seen. The man shifts his weight and skims the Hall with his silvery eyes. The eight guards posted at duty all seem very nervous and figgiting of a sudden. Habben frowns.
A strange and tangible chill overtakes the summer air of morning. Guards and servants too sense it, a passing breath of icy fear. In a moment it seems it is gone, but a tinge of dread lingers unspoken in the room.
2nd floor, Desert Tower
The second floor of the Desert Tower is warmer and less formal. The main room here is smaller with a small portion of one wall open to view the floor below. A wrought iron railing leads along this portion to the staircase. The room itself has well polished hard wood floors in a deep rich amber gold. Windows here are slim and small but rounded on thier tops into arches. The far wall from the staircase opens to a balcony. A large desk is placed to one side of the room with a comfortable set of chairs for lounging. A small hearth is set here in the same stone as below and shares the same chimny. This appears to be where the Lady can listen to the goings on below while she works or sees guests.
Obvious exits:
Stairs Up, Habben's Study, Stairs Down, and Balcony
Habben's Study
This is a moderately small room well furnished with rows and rows of shelves for books and scrolls. The wall space not stacked with shelving is covered with maps. Maps of Umbar, maps of Harad, maps of Gondor, Mordor and others in less detail. On the desk rests a brass lamp twisted into the form of two slim hunting hounds standing facing one another with heads turned to the viewer and a pair of slim lances crossed behind them. The oil in the lamp rests in a redish gold globe of glass beneath the brass. Other things on the desk include a set of black feather quill pens, ink well, blotter, and red sealing wax. The desk's drawers are locked. A door stands behind the desk and is barred.
Contents:
Indur
Obvious exits:
Barred Door and Out
Witch-king gathers his robes about him and becomes plainly visible.
Indur hisses from its corner, curling back like a snake about to strike.
Shadows seem to draw together and thicken in the doorway of the study, where to mortal eyes the dreadful form of a menacing robed man would suddenly appear. But to the eyes of the immortal the Nazgul merely takes another shape. Pale and crowned in bitter silver, the grim Witch-king regards his brother with cold dark eyes.
Indur hisses again, then bows, reluctantly.
Indur says, "What brings you to my domain?"
Indur adds almost as an afterthought, "Lord."
Witch-king utters a low, cold laugh.
Witch-king says in Morbeth, "I come to see the domain of Sauron, the realm of the Southrons who have lingered too long without the dominance of His dark will."
Indur nods, slowly.
Indur says in Morbeth, "Indeed. There are many in this land with the name of Sauron on their lips. There are few with it engraved upon their hearts."
Witch-king sports a tight and bitter smile. " Indur nods again, slowly.
Indur says in Morbeth, "There is one here in particular of whom our Lord may wish to make an example."
Witch-king says in Morbeth, "Which is that?"
Indur cocks his head, looking down at you from his greater stature. Lips curl in a sneer of hatred as he says, " Witch-king says in Morbeth, "Indeed. This Emperor has earned the attention of Sauron. Rumors reach the Dark Tower of rebellion among the Southrons and proud arrogance in those who should look to the north in dread."
Indur says in Morbeth, "It is so. And this Jahstagal is the one who leads them in their arrogance by thumbing his nose at the might of Mordor, all the while giving lip-service to our Lord."
Witch-king smiles mockingly. " Indur says in Morbeth, "They had better pray they are."
Witch-king says in Morbeth, "Yes. And this place, is this Tower haven to those who serve the Eye?"
Indur says in Morbeth, "I believe it is so. Though perhaps a test is in order..."
Witch-king says in Morbeth, "A test? Very well. I would see the eyes of those loyal to the Dark Lord before I must take flight again for the north."
Indur nods.
Witch-king says in Morbeth, "A test shall it be, then. Do they still claim to worship the Eye at the Dark Citadel of Umbar?"
Indur says in Morbeth, "So they do."
Witch-king says in Morbeth, "And have they yet seen you, and paid obeiscance?"
Indur says in Morbeth, "Seen me, yes. There? No. Obesiance? Hardly. They fear me, as do all the living, but no more than some farm-hand in the wastes of the north."
Witch-king hisses with contempt. "