Matron Shaedra
| Harpy Matron | |
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| Art by DCLzexon | |
| Creators | Savin |
| Personal Information | |
| Relatives | Shar (daughter) Zhara (daughter) Harpy Stormcaller (daughter) Yhrea (daughter) Countless other harpy daughters and descendants |
| Religion | Sorran |
| Biological Information | |
| Species | Harpy |
| Gender | Female |
| Eye Color | Dark-Gold |
| Lip Color | Rose-Red |
| Nipple Color | Black |
| Piercings | Multiple jeweled ear piercings |
| Other Information | |
| Version Added | 0.0.10 |
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Note: Currently the only update change has been the page name change, an overhaul and update to this page will come eventually --Spotty McBumble Fuck (talk) 08:41, 10 September 2024 (UTC) |
Currently, the Harpy Matron can only be encountered once as the Champion makes their first visit to the Foothills. Not much is known about the Harpy Matron, except for a few things revealed by Shar; she is the one that encourages her daughters to look for men and treasure, she lives up in the mountains where it's all snow and ice, she likes to boast about Sorra personally blessed her, and that Zhara is her favorite daughter.
"Mother likes to boast how the great goddess of flight personally blessed her, made her look like that. I don't think Sorra will mind... I'm definitely not feeling it from her. So long as we clean up later, Mister Sanders shouldn't have anything to worry about, right?"
—Shar
Appearance
You find her sitting atop a pillar of stone; a woman of tremendous, almost mountainous proportions whose dark, avian legs hang lazily from the side of her elevated perch, spread apart to utterly expose a gaping dark womanhood. The thighs and hips around it draw your eye even more urgently than her bare sex, however: her curves are immensely plump, curvaceous in ways only a fertility goddess could dream up. You couldn't get your arms around her waist if you tried, and if you did, you'd doubtless be going face-first into an overwhelming pair of breasts at the same time, each capped by a broad teat as black as night. The fact that her arms are covered in feathers, sprouting into a broad pair of wings, or that her ears are sweeping, long points of tapered flesh adorned with a dozen jeweled piercings are mere afterthoughts to the shocking, unnervingly arousing sight of her voluptuous, fertile body.
You find her sitting atop a pillar of stone; a woman of tremendous, almost jacquasian proportions whose dark, avian legs hang lazily from the side of her elevated perch, spread apart to utterly expose a gaping dark womanhood. The thighs and hips around it draw your eye even more urgently than her bare sex, however: her curves are immensely plump, curvaceous in ways only a fertility goddess could dream up. You couldn't get your arms around her waist if you tried, and if you did, you'd doubtless be going face-first into an overwhelming pair of breasts at the same time, each capped by a broad teat as black as night. The fact that her arms are covered in feathers, sprouting into a broad pair of wings, or that her ears are sweeping, long points of tapered flesh adorned with a dozen jeweled piercings are mere afterthoughts to the shocking, unnervingly arousing sight of her voluptuous, fertile body.
Her song fades on a long, throaty note, abating into echoes that cascade off the hills surrounding you. Slowly, she turns her gaze to regard you, showing off a pair of dark-golden eyes and plump, rose-red lips that purse in an expression of curiosity and amusement. "Oh, what have we here?" she drawls, her accent light and lyrical. "A few moths drawn to flame... ah, but you're free of my song. Strange. Most ground-walkers happily walk into my arms even after I've done," she smiles, lowering her green-shadowed eyes.
The winged woman leans back on her perch, languidly displaying her dark womanhood and luscious bosom to you. "No matter. My daughters need more vigorous practice, after all."
Interactions
First Encounter
The first and currently only encounter with the Harpy Matron will occur when exploring the Foothills for the first time, in which the Champion will hear faint singing. Investigating the noise reveals a mountainous avian woman, who notices them and notes that they are free from her song, however, she waves it off, stating that her daughters need more vigorous practice anyway. A group of bird-girls appear from behind, and demand that the Champion hand over their coin. Before leaving, the Harpy Matron tells her daughters to have fun. With the matron gone, the encounter for the Harpy Ambush occurs.