Origin of Harpies
"Designed to watch over the skies, swoop down on enemies, and tear through entire battle lines before a sword could even be raised, Sullivan's Harpies were meant to be perfect weapons: eyes that could see beyond the mountains, wings that would never tire, and claws capable of tearing through flesh and armor in a single strike. Their purpose was simple: to patrol the heights and kill anything ordered to die."
"These creatures were supposed to barely babble our dialect, but we ended up leaving them too exposed to our conversations..." this would have been one of the last notes of the Wizard Sullivan.
"No one noticed the mistake until too late. They watched. They listened. They learned. And they understood far more than they should have. On the day of the incident, no gates were broken, no chains were forced; they simply waited. When night fell, they killed all the servants present...silent, swift, brutal. Sullivan was the only one spared. Not out of mercy, but to watch. To watch his creations spread their wings and disappear into the skies."
"Today, they live in flocks on the highest peaks, suspended ruins, and cliffs where the wind never ceases. They hunt adventurers, drag prey to their nests, and, to the horror of those who study the ancient records, they do something that was never in Sullivan's plans: they reproduce."