Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26091553-20150401034011/@comment-26210095-20150410173121

Hurridly, the messanger from the newly established colony of Celebnore (that is the islands name) opeans the gates of the main palace of Umbar. There, on the throne, sits Tar-Veantur. "What is it?" he says, suprised at the sudden intrusion "What news do you bring from the new colony?" "Sir" the messenger replies "they have found a large quantity of mithril below the surface. Ships bearing mithril have already begun to sail back to Umbar with their cargo. For now, this is all I have to show you" The messenger reveals a large chest, filled to the brim with mithril ore of a dull silvery color. "Do you know how to purify it?" Said Tar-Veantur. "I don't know sir" he said "this was all the news I was given". "Very well. Payment for your services will be provided. You are dismissed". "Alright" said the messenger as he walked out of the palace. "HYARNURO!" yelled the King. "Yes, my lord" said Hyarnuro as he stepped out of his place next to the throne "assemble the alchemists, smiths and metalworkers. Tell them to experiment with this mithril untilthey have found a cost-effective way to purify it. there will be a significant reward for whoever achieve this. Go." "Yes" Hyarnuro replied as he walked out of the throne room. The possibilities are endless Tar-Veantur thought ''The trade opportunities... and now that Cartae has discovered gold in the gulf... we will now have an edge over them... The King smiled to himself. The time would soon be ripe. The time was coming when Umbar would achieve its destiny- mastery over Middle Earth''