The Throne Room at Carn Dûm

[Khamûl]

The Throne Room at Carn Dûm is a magnificent yet terrifying place. Stone Garygoyles line the walls, depicting twisted creatures created from the imagination of the terrifying ruler himself. However, this ruler does not sit on the Throne. Instead it is a fair-faced man sitting there - for now. His name is 'King' Roath, although he is not the real King he is there to cover for the real ruler, Khamûl the Nazgûl.

A few armed men stand along the walls and at the door. These are some of the most trusted of Khamûl's servents, the few men he can trust not to reveal the name of the true ruler of Angmar or Angmar's real Diplomatic Relations; even under conditions of extreme torture.

Not many messengers are even allowed here - most are stopped at the border of the nation and asked for their purpose. If it is diplomatic, the information is passed on to the true ruler and if he is interested in the proposal, a messenger will be sent to the nation in question to organize the diplomatic arrangement.

OOC: Basically, if you're Evil, you can go to the Throne Room whenever you like, if you are Good, you'll be stopped at the border and taken to one of the outposts, so post in that topic instead. ;D Happy negotiations!

[Faeora]

*a darkness had seemed to float in the air and the sunset turned a red that looked like the gods themselves had painted blood on a canvas. Something was stirring in Angmar, and it was something with devastating power. The winds seemed to pick up a bit, and all manner of life seemed to be moving, trying to get away, from whatever it was. All the sudden a blood-curdling scream could be heard, one that sounded and echoed through the ears of all as terrible fear and panic...The rumors were true, and as the sadistic grin filled her face, Faeora felt home again. She had returned to middle earth yet again from the very pits of hell, broken free from her bonds and her many chains once more. She knew she could be held by no being, of divine power, or of mortal. She immediately took a quick pace, feeling her lord nearby, sensing his power;Sensing his fear; Sensing the terror he created. She fed off of these feelings just like he did, and loved every minute of it.
The guards atop the towers saw her and screamed "halt there..who are you, and what is your purpose here!?" they were surprised someone had made it through the border, let alone this far. She started laughing. It sounded twisted and demented as her piercing eyes looked up at them. She knew what Khamul was doing, and wasn't surprised at the genious of his plan by putting a decoy on the throne*
"I am here to see my lord, my master, my teacher" *she said with that awkward smile* "I am here to see the true lord and king of Angmar; The one who I know would never relinquish his throne"
The men seemed a bit unnerved by the woman's performance, but supposed she was allowed to enter. Faeora quickly ran in and went straight to the throne room. She didn't have to look around, she knew the great lord knew every corner and ounce of space of his castle, and could sense his presence even stronger now. She bowed low to the ground, her face almost touching the cold marble. "my lord...The great king..it has been far too long since I have been blessed to feel you near me. Let the world fear us as they once did, and let it come soon. Let them know that we are the unstoppable force they once so foolishly tried to fight" * she now raised her head a bit, just enough to look up at him. She started laughing a bit, that strange wicked cackle she had before hadn't left her. She grinned and then spoke again in a low raspy voice.*
"I have returned"