The grand palace of the Citylord of Tharbad was once the crowning jewel of this proud city. Now it is nothing more than a wreck, picked clean over the many centuries. It has lain abandoned since 2912, TA, and has only been used for rudimentary shelter since. Occasionally, when a larger group takes possession of the city, some of its old rooms are restored to something resembling functionality. A handful of scribes or officials will roam the halls for a while, taking tally of taxes and making sure the ruined city is properly run.

After all, even though there are no golden banners, no silken carpets and no brightly burning braziers to be found, the building itself remains functional. Tharbad was abandoned, not sacked, and as the last nobles and lords left the city for brighter horizons, they took their treasuries and valuables with them.

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Where once hundreds of servants toiled, where dozens upon dozens of scribes meticulously tallied away in their ledgers, where countless administrators slaved away in civil disputes and where the mighty nobles and lords of Arnor and Gondor alike lavished in luxurious rooms, now only silence reigns. The palace stands empty, a ruined monument to the once-glory of Tharbad. It would be a near inconceivable task to rebuilt it, but should a wealthy,mighty and ambitious ruler succeed in this, would it not be worth the prize?