We galloped over to where we’d heard the sound and what was there, I ask ye? The most wondrous large eagle I've ever seen, tearing a mass of Orcs to shreds. They were milling about and yelling as they do. My lord charged in without a second thought, as is his way. Well we handled them rightly enough, but we saw that they had been laying in ambush and without our feathered benefactor, it wouldn't have gone so well with us. My lord, to his great credit, realised this and when we finished sorting them out, he bowed to the Great Eagle and offered his thanks. The bird nodded once, as regal as you please, then leapt into the air and was gone with two beats of his mighty wings. That, my friend, is why my lord's crest has a Great Eagle on it.
Pierson, Bretonnia Master Squire, Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay: Old World Bestiary — A Compendium of Creatures Fair and Foul
From the days of Elros until the time of Tar-Ancalimon [the fourteenth King of Númenor], son of Tar-Atanamir, some two thousand years, there was an eyrie of golden eagles in the summit of the tower of the king's palace in Armenelos. There one pair ever dwelt and lived on the bounty of the king.
