Talk:Black Harpy/@comment-26115871-20151109033648

You are walking up the mountain path when you hear the sounds of a fight. It's not long before you're nearly bowled over by a hellhound that is frantically fleeing from something. It has some nasty looking cuts on its face and hands.

You inquisitively turn your head around the corner ahead to find a black harpy's face ten inches from your own, which happens to be giving you a death glare. Looking past her, you realize you must have taken a wrong turn: this path leads straight to the black harpy's nest, where there are three eggs lying. She cracks her knuckles, and when she speaks her words carry a hiss not unlike that a cobra might make before it sinks its fangs into some would-be predator. "You have five seconds to explain why you were headed towards my nest, and I won't accept 'I took the wrong path'."

What Do You Do?