The Northspring Flock
As you enter the furthermost northwest ruins, you become lost in a maze of trees at what you thought was the base of a mountain. The air is bitter, stale, erie...
The cry of the queen of the is heard. She knows you're here....and you are not welcome.
That is unless you are a Northspring Harpy yourself. Or perhaps you would like to be one? Abandon all hope, all emotion, and fill your soul with hate for others. Only then, may you enter this herd. Then you must love and respect your sisters; help and support your herd.
Otherwise, you will find nothing more than a swift death.
Who are the Northspring Harpy you ask?
Not too long ago, the northspring territories contained small individual groups of harpy, a sub-species of hippogryphs. One of the largest groups was the Hatetalons, led by Edana Hatetalon. As her group grew stronger, they began to take over neighboring flocks. Edana and her Hatetalon flock, advanced on the other flocks one by one. The following conditions were given each time they met another flock: join them peacefully, fight the Queen for leadership, or all will perish... Each flocks existing matriarch was graciously offered a place of honor as a commander or part of the war council if they submitted peacefully. If they choose to fight, Edana would challenge them to a one on one battle for the leadership of their flock, a battle, to the death. If they did not meet either of these conditions, then their whole flock would be crushed under talon...
In the end, all the different flocks formed together under one victorious ruler: Edana Hatetalon, Queen of all the Northspring Harpy.
