Additional chapter: Kuat m'Der in historical records (found in the standard textbook of mythology used by the University of Morredra)
From the notes of Mathian er-Malash, First Scribe of the Empire approx. 452-453 A.o.T:
"The Messanger of the Gods is a bird. The bird was once, perhaps, a piece of the sky, because it is as blue as it. At times, the sky at sunset, because red and gold and purple mark its feathers. Sometimes, the sky at sunrise, when soft pink and yellow reflects off its wings.
But it is, undoubtedly, a bird. A bird which, for 999 years rests beneath ground, shackled to the roots of the mountains with forty-nine chains made of unholy rocks and the ashes of the dead.
The Gods have fallen long ago, toppled by the monster of rational thought, but the bird remains. And struggles. For 999 years it strugles but at the end of that period, it always-- ALWAYS-- escapes and for one year flies around the land, bringing good fortune to all and healing the sick and wounded. That is when one age ends and another starts.
The last time the bird has flown, its croak was thunder. Its feathers were the fury of the sky and its eyes and talons were lightning. The bird was storm and as such, storm will follow for this age. This age in which we live is the Age of Thunder.
Unrest is great in the empire. The Empress has made fatal mistakes and misjudgements. She will, such as the bird, collapse in a flurry of earth and thunder. She will leaving many wails of agony behind.
The Empire shall crumble.
The bird, they say, croaked one final time and fell as dead. It disappeared into the ground, returning to the shackles that will hold it there for another 999 years. There was no mercy for it, and how can you give mercy to something more powerful than yourself?"
Scholars note that it might be this document (assumably a foreword to er-Malash's planned book, 'Age of Thunder, Age of Wrath'). He never got to write his book, seeing as he got decapitated soon-after. The first draft remains, however, in the Morredra City Archives. It is a fascinating insight to the workings of the Last Empire towards the middle of the A.o.T, but is unfortunately unaccessable to the general public.
Excerpt from Mara ksa-Lueth's book, "The Cogs of Mythology", first published 920 A.o.T.:
"The bird, it seems, is called Kuat m'Der, a title which differs from area to area but essentially means 'Messanger of the Gods'. The myths go that in the beginning, the gods created the Kuat-bird to send their commands to the lowly humans. Gods could not go down to earth and humans could not come to the holy heavens, so they took a piece of the in-between, the sky, and made Kuat m'Der.
The earliest refferences to the bird are from 45 Age of Dawn. They span all throughout the nine ages, it seems, being the single consistent legend to appear in all areas, even the most isolated.
For all purpose and intent, if Kuat m'Der doesn't exist, it must be one of the most long-spanning practical jokes in history."
This statement is disputed by ksa-Lueth's colleague, Dumen ksa-Menth in a lecture at the Morredra University, 956 A.o.T:
"Prepostorous. This bird is mythological. Mara ksa-Lueth has no arguments in favor of this theory. It is a common theme in mythology, that of the benevolent bird, mainly because of the Army of Mercy. They travelled far and wide and offered help to all. It is well-known that the Kuat m'Der is their symbol and that they are the sole responsible for the spreading of this legend. If Proffesor ksa-Lueth insists this bird is real, it is merely a childish whim."
To be noted that ksa-Menth was ksa-Lueth's successor as Proffesor of Mythology at the University, but it was never fully established why he held such adverse feelings towards the older woman.
Dumen ksa-Menth died just five years before Kuat m'Der's return, but we assume that in the afterlife, Mara got to gloat a bit.
Finally, we conclude this short overview with an excerpt of ju-Jemani's famous saga, "Time on a Timeless Path", translated from hevai by Mara ksa-Lueth:
"Kuat resides on timeless ground,
Where time lost its stride,
Where memory forgot,
Where ages are minutes
And minutes are dirt."