((Harpies: a fearsome all-female race of hunter-warriors and mankind’s worst enemy. Their skill with bows paired with their quick instincts and high mobility make them nightmarish on the battlefield. What really makes them feared, however, is their “hunting season.” Once a year, for a month, harpies go on “The Hunt.” Many humans disappear during this time period, and unfortunately for you, you live in one of the danger zones, right smack next to a harpy settlement.))

You were out one day, you guessed it, picking berries. It’s pretty serene; the summer sun on your face, a gentle breeze, the grass tickling your feet. Suddenly, almost out of nowhere, you’re knocked to the ground. You struggle against the mysterious force in a scuffle of feathers and scratches until you eventually find yourself on the ground, defeated. You look up to see a tan-skinned harpy standing over you, a triumphant smile on her face. — Heh heh heh. Human! You have been defeated! The strange harpy abruptly pulls you off of the ground so you are standing straight up, a talon gripping each shoulder. To your surprise, she then dusts off your clothes. She grins widely, seemingly delighted by the situation, despite your fear being quite apparent. — You’re definitely coming with me!