Editing Setting:Tabula Gloria/Aeva/The Raptorlords (section)

=Sirens of the North=
Unlike many other cultures, the Raptorlords exist in truce with the winged race of harpies. Though the flying women usually prefer warmer climates such as the Garvenus Steppe as the Wastes of Weylos, there is a particular variant that was once known to haunt the Northern Sea, soaring from the Iotold Homelands to the Northern isle of Aeva. They are the '''Hagravens''', powerful, ash-skinned women who stand above most men, covered in sinuous muscle and jet black feathers. In the old days of the Empire, one could often be seen circling above a boat, singing in its own warbling, whimsical tongue. In truth, it was conjuring up a storm to sink the vessel, so it could pluck its shipwrecked victims out of the freezing water and carry them away to serve as lovers, servants and food.

After the first defeat of the '''Lord of the Tempest''', Emperor '''Margurim IV''' ordered that each ship was to carry a skilled archer, to shoot the Hagravens from the sky whenever they were seen. This was surprisingly effective, decimating their population to such a point where rather than seen as threats, they were hunted by the servants of tailors for their beautiful feathers, so they could be crafted into exotic cloaks. As the years passed, sightings of Hagravens became rarer and rarer, to the point where their danger was long forgotten, viewed only as omens of bad luck rather than bringers of storms. Eventually, the ash-skinned harpies disappeared from the Northern Sea entirely and the Department of History had no choice but to declare them extinct. While Hagravens haven't been seen near the Imperial coast in living memory, they are still very much alive.

In truth, the Hagravens fled, to find a more suitable home and they found Aeva, where they were treated to a much-needed truce. They make themselves at home atop the chilly crags, soaring around the archipelago, feasting themselves on Imperial captives and breeding with fine Raptorlord stock. Most shockingly, the Hagravens actually gave something in return for all that the native Aevans offered them. Once infamous for slaying their rare male offspring, they now offer them to their fathers to raise as mighty warriors, tall and raven-skinned like their mothers. Only amongst the Raptorlords is it such a great privilege to be '''Hagspawn'''. Their eyes are like a hawk's, their voices are like thunder and they are rarely seen without an unkindness of ravens trailing after them, like a cloak crafted from the night itself. No Raptorlord father could hope for a finer son and there are many tales sung about the beauty of the Hagravens and the valor of their children.