Talk:Black Harpy/@comment-67.60.14.46-20150602203642

You’re a watchman for your village. You really have no idea why you were chosen, you aren’t terribly violent; in fact, you avoid violence! You are quickly put on one of the rooftops; specially designed with guards in mind (I rhyme)! You sigh, lean your longbow on the nearby fence and sit down. As you begin to doze off, a terrible idea hits you; what if while you're slacking, there is an actual attack? What if you are attacked! Dear god, you are certainly not a fighter! Why can’t the world learn to love, man!

Hours pass without incident:

You see something fly into the air; a black harpy! Following your instincts, you run to your alarm; as you go to ring it you notice, there is no clapper! Why the hell is there a broken bell anyway!? You run, draw your bow, and take aim. If you can hit her wing, you'll knock her out of the sky! You quickly realize that you're not a warrior, and would have a snowball’s chance in hell of hitting your mark. You aim at her torso. She… hasn’t noticed you yet. You could always take the shot, though you’ll likely miss, and even if you hit, it won’t be lethal or even cause much damage. You ponder at the possibilities; she... still hasn’t noticed you... What do you do? (Had to take a couple lines outta this one, lost some flavor, but it gets it point across...)