Harpies are female demons with the body of an eagle but the face of a human. Notably, they have the ability to speak and possess an above average level of intelligence. Instead of arms, these birdwon had wings with which they took to the skies and swooped down to rip apart their prey with their razor sharp talons.
They loved raw at and were natural born bandits thanks to their extre speed. Their human face had a beauty that rivalled so of the peerless beauties in the human race. This coupled with their srizing voices, allowed them to charm their prey and even caused them to hallucinate.
However, their beauty only extended to their face and voice. Outside of that, these harpies possessed a litany of vices which includes, cruelty, promiscuity and bloodthirstiness. They were essentially the representatives of chaos.
They were notorious for capturing males of other races and forcing themselves on them. These unfortunate creatures would not be allowed to rest until they were thoroughly drained by the harpies. If a male child was born as a result of this, the harpies would kill and consu these babies; only females were spared this fate.
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Was I dreaming just now? In that dream, I seed to be singing >, and thenand then when I opened my eyes
Devils, hellhounds, demonic werewolves, demonic half-orcs, dusaswait, why are there dusas here? Werent we fighting with them?
And theres not just one of them either, lets seeone, two, three, four, fiveI dont think I have enough fingers
Whats with their lack of clothingexactly what are you guys plotting by showing those weapons on your chest. Bunch of savagesI scorn younow, let count how many dusas I have to scorn, one, two , three, four, five, six, sevenI think I need to use my feet as well
Master, whats with that strange expression on your face and why are you panting? I was suddenly pulled out from the tumultuous peaks of the dusas by that little potato, No.5. Having regained my senses, I gave the corner of my mouth a wipe despite there being nothing to wipe off.
Ah, what are you all doing here? Exactly what are these dusas doing here, what happened while I was sleeping?
Master, were you the one singing just now? It was beautiful, please allow your lowly servant, , No.5, to kiss your toes as an expression of my loyalty and humbleness. Without even waiting for to respond, he pounced on , his arms and legs spread eagled in what looked like a toad stance as he reached out for my calves.
*smack*
Before his face got the chance to hug my legs, it was t was a painful flash of black. The Grimoire of the Dead smacked him loudly on the face, sending this lascivious guy rolling away like a gourd.
Your singing wasnt bad. Violet Snow trotted up to and laid her front paws on my calf, her face betraying a hint of disbelief. Its just, I have a question for you.
Whats that?
Violet Snow glanced at with a serious look on her face, Why do you tiptoe when you reminisce?
I actually did thatits probably because of that songhow I should know, its not like Im the songwriter, why dont you ask that guy instead
As if on cue, her rival, Habona stepped out to answer her question. With a pat on my head, she said: Thats because this fellow is too short.
I really want to cry
However, this cody skit didnt last too long; I still wanted to know why were the dusas here. It turns out that after the werewolves retreated, the dusas left to look for Harlow and Mojasha but instead found out that they were captured by the harpies
Arent those the second-tier dungeon faction units from Heroes of Mig** and Mag** III. I rember those birdwon wellThey had a human face and an eagles body. When you upgraded them, they could attack without retaliation and even flew back to their original spot; perfect against those immobile factions.
OopsI went off track again.
Basically, the lovebirds were ambushed by the harpies and Harlow ended up being captured. In actuality, he was safe for the ti being but as ti passes, the risk of him being drained by these promiscuous harpies increases.
A couple of beautiful dusasbeautiful if you ignored their snake bodies and earthy sllstepped out from the crowd of dusas.
I just dont get what that werewolf saw in these dusasjust their stench alone could burn his sensitive nosedont tell hes in this for Mt. Everest?
Truth be told, I had so difficulty telling all these creatures apart. Thankfully, the devils under all had their own unique features and devils had their own unique way of identifying each other so I didnt suffer much in that respect.
As for the others, that old werewolf was like the old hobo from down the street;definitely easy to recognize. Habona was three ters tall and even towered over her kinsman.
Baccarel was on the plainer side but thanks to the bone headband I gave him, he was one of a kind among my subordinates; not only did it satisfy his need for honor, it made things easier for as well.
As for the dusasother than their tail color, I was basically unable to tell them apart. Its kinda like when a human looked at a bunch of apes. To him, they all looked the sa. It was probably the sa for the ape as well
To , they all had the sa face, hair, nakedness, lack of clothingeven the short, tall, fat and skinny ones looked the sa to . If their tails were the sa color as wellthat would be a nightmare for .
A slightly puffy-eyed dusa slithered over with her companion, her posture slightly diminished. Judging from the redness around her eyes, she mustve just stopped crying. She had a brownish yellow tail while her companion had a black tail.
The puffy-eyed dusa bowed before coming up to , remnants of her tears dripping to the side as she did so. As her golden snake eyes gazed reverently at , I could actually see the lingering grief in her eyes. She said, a pair of fangs revealing themselves as she opened her mouth: Greetings, honored Soul Bard, this dusa, Majosha, requests for your aid.
Majosha spoke in slightly husky voice that while wasnt awful, wasnt that great either. In light of my race, her request was delivered in the language of the devils.
I carefully evaluated the bowing dusa in front of . Her tiny snake hairs laid dormant at the mont, significantly reducing my aversion to them. Right below them was a pretty, delicate face that wouldve been a solid 90 even among humans. That valley below her neck was extrely perfect, even in the entertainnt industry, her lons wouldve been top-notch.
Especially that lack of clothingahem, for an honorable person like , I absolutely despised those won who didnt wear clothes. This is my judging stareso beautiful..ahemm as for their lower half, lets not talk about that.
Soul Bard? Are you referring to ? I pointed at my nose. She nodded in response to my question, yet my eyes still had the sa confusion it had before: Are you sure youre referring to ?
Yes, honored Soul Bard.
This ti, I was sure that Soul Bard referred to .
About that, can you explain to whats a Soul Bard?
Theres no ti for that, I already told you that Harlow has been kidnapped. Thats why Majosha is here with us right now. All you need to know is that we need your help in order to find him. Her voice was unable to contain the anxiety she felt at the mont. It was to be expected after all, this concerned the safety of her own brother.
Without waiting for to respond, she lifted up with her furry claws and set down upon her shoulders. After confirming that I had settled down, she took off.
Wait, I still dont understand how does this relate to . As I sat atop her shoulders, my field of vision expanded significantly. Not only that, her fur was surprisingly comfortable to sit on. Even as she sprinted along, her steady gait ensured that it wasnt a bumpy ride for .
However, being whisked without any reason still irked . Even more so since I still didnt know what she wanted with .
In place of Habona, the other dusa ca up to explain the situation to , seeing as Majosha wasnt in a great shape either.
My na is Manasha, Majoshas older sister. My younger sister has just lost her loved one and is shaken by it. Im afraid that shes unable to answer your questions and so Ive co to answer them in her stead.
Manasha was the black tailed dusa accompanying Majosha a while ago. As she supported her sister, she began to explain in a voice that seed slightly more mature than Majosha:
Soul Bards are individuals with a special ability. They are able to use their songs to overco any language barrier and communicate directly with the soul. Even without knowing their language, a soul bard is able to use his or her song to transmit her words, her thoughts. Even the blood thirstiest of monsters arent immune to this effect, just by listening to her songs, they will form an empathetic bond
Based on what she said, Soul Bard mustve been a rare job. Soul Bards are able to use their songs to ta creatures, soothe pain and even communicate with all living things in this world. Of course, that last point seed a little far fetched to but as of now, it was the best tool I had to communicate with the harpies.
The harpies were the most notorious bandits in Abaddon. With their mighty wings, they were able to soar to heights the naked eye couldnt perceive. They ca and went like the wind and loved to swoop in and snatch the creatures they set their eyes on.
They had a degree of intelligence that while wasnt exceptional, it didnt lag that far behind a humans intelligence either. However, they had no hands and so werent able to create or use tools.
Every harpy possessed a flawless singing voice with which they used to lure their prey into their trap. Because of their rapid speed, their hunting zone was extrely vast. As it stands, it might be extraordinarily difficult to locate their tracks.
If we arent able to locate Harlow soon, he must just end up being violated and drained after which they will consu him. As for how long it took to do so, that depended on Harlows stamina. It was a fascinating ability but now was not the ti to research it.
In order to find them as soon as possible, the dusas needed to lure out the harpies which then brought up the question, how do they so? Both parties discussed this for a while but were unable to co up with a solution, at least till they stumbled onto a semi-conscious singing >and so I was drafted.
Do you know what Im thinking right now?
Hmph, do those black widows even care if their husband was eaten? Fine, I guess they will be troubled by it. After all, that was still a piece of at.
I know the fact that we eat our husbands after procreation is difficult for the other races to comprehend but we have a difficult reason for doing so. It mightve arose because she noticed my disdain or perhaps she simply felt that the matter required explaining, either way, she took the initiative to explain it to while sighing regretfully.
Seeing her sorrowful expression, a thought suddenly occurred to . Dont tell they did so in order to nourish their child?
I cautiously broached the subject: Is it because the fetus requires nutrients?
NoManasha shook her head and slowly explained it, word by word, all the while looking extrely hurt.
Its because theyre afraid of us.
Sister, can you be a bit clearer about this. Whats up with Because theyre afraid of us and so we eat them?
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