The Dimming Era
“My first accidental wife was once called a harpy by a drunk, I swiftly corrected him that no harpy was as foul as my wife.” Lontain, the Wandering Bard
Packs of man eating harpies dot the coasts and plague any wild place where ships pass by. They live in loose groups called roosts and hunt all manner of intelligent creatures. Be careful of their song, while the foulest of creatures they sing sweet enough to drive a man into the waves to behold them.