The Eagle's Flight

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

Cool air brushes quickly across the Great Eagle's feathers as he flies high over the continent of Anthos. The beast's shining blue eyes dash across the forests and valleys below, along with the torchlit cities that dot the landscape. The moon shines bright on this evening, its light glinting off of the snow-tipped peaks of the Dwarven realms, and far away, the Elder Mountains that surround the valley that holds Lenfarthing.

It is this direction that the Great Eagle flies; Northward. With the steady flapping of its magnificent wings, the creature passes the King's Road, and over the forests of Malinor. Reaching the formidable Wall of the North, the Eagle curves to the right. It would not venture into that cold land, there were too many beasts that lived there, foul tasting things. Instead, it would follow the Wall for many miles.

The Great Eagle's eyes squinted as an odd light reached its gaze. It was not the moonlight, not the light of a city... This was a fire of some sort, and a big one. Releasing a loud cry, the Eagle began to dive closer to the ground, its speed increasing as its descends. After a short flight, the fire came into clear view.

The Castle that Bordered the North had been overrun, flames licking at its great walls. Some evil had been exposed to it, and those who once guarded it were overrun. The Eagle, daring to move closer, searched for what this evil might be. Dark creatures screamed foul curses as the Eagle came into sight, and other creatures flung stones and sharp sticks at it. None of the weapons hit their mark, but the Great Eagle had seen enough. The Eagle flew to its eyrie, a mountain high above the clouds. At once, it began to cry to the lesser eagles that were there, speaking in the bird tongue, crying warnings and calls for safety.

After the news had spread to the birds of Anthos, many of them behaved erratically. Some birds would avoid the North Wall entirely, while others would dare to look at the Fallen Castle. The birds of Anthos now behave strangely, a newfound fear of the North fresh in their minds.

Why? Well, because of the news they had learned from the eagles, of course. There was something going very wrong in Anthos, something wrong indeed.

[Norman 492]

     Ser Samuel sits outside of his longhouse, his walking staff laid across his lap comfortably, his eyelids drooped in reposition. He sighs, his relaxed posture reflecting his calm mood. Suddenly, the sky in which he is resting under is blotted out by a large shape, and the heavy flap of feather-clad wings are heard, blowing a gust of air through the county. Samuel's eyes flutter open, and he looks to the skies, bringing up a hand over his temple to shield the bright sunlight. Samuel grunts in slight surprise in seeing the large bird gliding through the air - towards the ominous, frigid walls of the unforgiving North. 
 

" The great birds are bound towards the North ... this can have a grave meaning. " 

Samuel rises to his feet, promptly hustling off.