Harpies are the original charming monsters. (Well, not actually. In fact, D&D/Pathfinder harpies
actually owe more to the myths of the sirens than they do to Phineas’s tormentors. Still, I still
remember the harpies from the sample dungeon in the DM’s book from the red
Basic Set—along with the strict instruction not to let the PCs in until they
were at least second level…)
Kyliss has traded the
marshlands for the city, becoming a fighter and a sellsword in her own
right. She lives and works out of
the half-orc quarter, where her skills are appreciated and her rank odor is not
a detriment. She now schemes to
join the assassins’ guild, but so far no invitation has been forthcoming.
Many harpies like
conversation with their meal.
Tessandra takes this further than most. Not content with simple travelers, this highly intelligent
bird-woman has made a study of captivating philosophers, mathematicians, and
chess masters—particularly loners and eccentrics. Those she cannot get to easily (such as university
professors) she corresponds with, hoping to one day lure them to the wastes. In the meantime, though, her epistolary
education has made her a reasonable scholar and chess player herself; her first
paper is soon to be published.
Harpy nations are
rare—the feral creatures squabble so often that most only join flights when
forced to for protection. But the
parrot-feathered harpies of the Southlands are more gregarious, forming
preening matriarchies that lord over the native humans, goblins, and
nagaji. They will leave travelers
unmolested if paid in magic items.
—Pathfinder Bestiary
172
Blogging from the beach!
I feel like I’ve covered this somewhere before, but let’s
repeat it: It is a universal law that if a creature’s femaleness is core to its
nature, the world of fantasy art will eventually make it sexy by default. We need a name for
this—“fantasticabimbofication” or “manga goggles” or “DeviantArtificiality.”
For now, I’m calling it “harpy syndrome.”
Harpies used to have the bodies of vultures—vultures! (maybe
on a good day eagles)—and the heads of women (maybe on a good day the busts and
arms of women, too, and if I recall my ’80s illustrations correctly, those arms
held handaxes). But by 3.0 we were
getting sleek and sexy bird-girls, and that tradition has continued in the Bestiary: “Save for the tattered wings and taloned feet, this creature resembles a
feral woman.” Er…really? We are talking harpies, right?
Sigh. At least they still “reek
with the stench of consumed victims”…
I love Pathfinder art.
But the Bestiary’s harpy looks
like she waxes and sees a personal trainer, and that’s just wrong. (No matter what Hesiod says.)
Classic harpy syndrome. She better at least have gingivitis.
Edit: I should have mentioned that Jonathan H. Keith does a great job tackling the harpy in Mythological Monsters Revisited.
Edit: I should have mentioned that Jonathan H. Keith does a great job tackling the harpy in Mythological Monsters Revisited.
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