Most commonly, Harpies live in the caves of the Northern Wastes and the Troll Country, but often the woods around Beastman encampments are infested with nests of Harpies. A beast cannot delay its pleasures in such fashion." - Lakroth Mal, Druchii Corsair. I once saw a flock of Harpies torment a sailor for several hours, savouring his terror and pain before they finally ripped him to pieces in an orgy of blood. For myself, I cannot speak to their connection with the Witch Elves, but I can tell you with certainty that they are not mere beasts. Overview " They are gorgeous, are they not? I suspect that they are indeed the favoured daughters of Khaine. They will swiftly retreat to a high location where they cannot be readily followed if injured.
They put their wings to good advantage, using hit and run tactics on land bound foes. Harpies will frequently try to attack from surprise and in large numbers. Their appearance has lead to many arguments among scholars some concluding that they are little more than mere beasts, others that they are touched by Chaos. It is their torsos that likely cause such speculation about Harpies, for they have the upper body of a voluptuous female, though with a savage and feral beauty.
Their lower bodies end in scale-covered bird's legs and jagged talons. Their wings are leathery, resembling those of a bat, though their forms often sprout black feathers. They make their lairs in the mountains and cliffs of the Land of Chill, the Northern Waste and the lands of Troll Country but always near the sea, where prey is more readily available. Harpy, or Harpies, are rare winged predators almost entirely unknown in the Old World. Ī flock of Harpies descending upon their prey. When you hear strange sounds at sea lads, stuff yer ears with cotton or wax and heed not the Harpy's song, for there's nothing but death in it for ye." - Edgar, Ship's Mate. Either way, they're meat for the Harpies. Join them they do, I reckon, when they drown or get dashed to pieces on the sharp waiting rocks. Sure'n what sailor has not? They dance among the winds ranging o'er strange isles that appear on no map, their beautiful voices calling honest sailors to forsake their shipmates and swim out to join them. " I've heard tales o' their entrancing beauty.
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