((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. Despite being an object of terror, not much is known about them, and they are a very elusive race.))

You’re out gathering berries one day when you hear a strange whistling sound. Almost instantly, you see an arrow land right next to your head. You make a break for it, but the sound multiplies, and a barrage of arrows comes raining from the sky. Surprisingly, it only hits your clothing, pinning you against a tree. You look up in terror as you see a purple-haired harpy descend before you. She guffaws at her triumph, and you brace yourself for the worst. — Rejoice, human. Prepare to say goodbye to your foolish life. Shivers run down your spine and the warmth drains out of your body. This is the end. Looking at the expression on your face, she lets out a chuckle and takes a step closer to you. Instead of violently murdering you, however, she removes the arrows from your clothes and extends a claw out to you. — Prepare to leave your old, pitiful existence behind. For you are to be married to the great Baset!