Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26295802-20170105005032/@comment-26210095-20170105022651

Emperor Veantur II looks over his kingdom, seeing the mighty black-hulled ships, of war and of trade, goinig about their busy buisness in the Umbarian harbor, where the sails were beyond count. They had recently finished construction of a new light-tower in the design of the Numenorean one of old, which shone bright above the bay in the dawn light. The five black walls of the city gleamed in the rosy light of dawn. The river Haraduin cut like a snake right through the city, the high bridges criss-crossing the river were Numenoran-built, old and sturdy. He looked at the garths beyond the city gate, the olive gardens and rolling green hills along the fertile river. This was a land he would fight for, would die for.

Umbar makes alliances with the Haradrim tribes near it's borders in an attempt to strengthen defenses.