G O T H É
Generation of the Eagle
TWILIGHT OF A WORLD
THE CALL OF THE NORTH
Upon the plains of a volcanic land rise the black towers of Honóra. Majestic and mysterious like the cry of an eagle, they blend into the surrounding landscape as if carved by the very essence of it. An incessant wind blows over the land and the waves break furiously upon the cliffs of the southern coast. They billow and rise high, and rage and fill the coastal caves, breaking into infinitesimal pieces, before they recede to gather new strength. Above those cliffs of the windswept shores of the sea of Amernel lies a lonely grave.
In the beginning of the month of Larós, the first day of the second cycle, the trotting of a lone horse resounds in the bay adorned ravine of Nuám, which descends into the sea. The click-clack of its hoofs mingles with the cry of a giant eagle that flies low, above the ball-shaped forms of drádorel, the unfolding trees. Endemic to Honóra, the unfolding of the drádorel is the most extravagant display the kingdom has to offer. Its towers, built for the watching of this unique show, are spread all over Honóra. However, on their tops watchmen keep guard today and the eyes are turned towards the throne of the enemy, in Kadéth-by-the-Sea.
Across the peach of the sky has spread the band of the Ochre hour when the horse and its rider reach the grave. A beauteous white tiger that follows closely, pauses and watches for a while its mistress before it heads for the shadows of the ravine. The woman dismounts. Goddess-like and dressed in a long emerald kirtle, approaches the black gravestone and kneels. The horse, comparable in size to its mistress, and loaded with all kinds of flowers, waits. The woman’s finger traces the outline of the inscription.
AVIEL OF THE NORTH
HE PASSED OVER
IN THE THREE HUNDREDTH YEAR
OF OUR KING ELKAN
THE MONTH OF LAROS
WITH THE APPEARANCE OF THE THIRD MOON
5994, LAROS, 4TH AND 5, THE GARNET HOUR
She is Makémba, daughter of the king Elkan, of the ebony and gigantic people of Honóra. Her green-blue eyes look enormous upon her dark, glowing skin. Her light brown hair, fastened elaborately with gold and gemstones on the top of her head, fall like waves around her, covering even the wide golden belt, which shields her waist all the way down to the hips. Several eyes watch her through the foliages of the ravine, and away, to the northwest, in the estuary of Avén, two other eyes look at the towers of Honóra, through the windows of Naia-Jen, the palace of Kadeth-by-the-Sea.