A Ranger

Harpy
Level 9
Melee: 28
Ranged: 8
Weakness: Lightning
Immune to Wind Magic
Special Abilities:
Sweet Song: Lure creatures to you with your sweet song
Harmonious Song: Compels obedience from creatures with low willpower
Sky's the Limit: Allows flying higher on mountain
New Ability:
Favorable Winds: Improves speed and evasion while airborne.

Really? Guess you were close from the heroes. That or you really got lucky with the minotaur.As for your new ability, you can really feel the difference. No matter how you move, all you can feel is a gentle breeze. You don't even have to fly anymore; just keeping your wings partly extended is enough to keep you hanging in the air. You could probably take a nap without touching the ground, though you'll need to test that.

Your jubilee is rudely interrupted by an arrow coming too close for comfort. You squawk and scan the ground, finding some woman screaming curses at you. Damn, today's been so good, you almost forgot how bad adventurers usually make things.

"What's your problem, lady?" you shout down, "If you're just jealous about flying, I could give you a ride."

"Shut up, you slutty, bird-brained bimbo!"

"I'm a virgin," you protest, though that's hardly your only complaint. You can't even tell if 'bird-brained' is a legitimate insult.

"Yeah, I'm sure Tom isn't tied up somewhere trying to sleep away your last ****."

"Hey, you're that girl I killed this morning!" It's oddly touching that she remembers you. "Listen, you should probably stop shoot those arrows if you want to see Tom again."

"I'll see him just as soon as I **** him out of you." She seemed smarter before.

"It's not like I have him stuffed in my inventory. No, he's safe, secure, and inaccessible by foot. Now I was out finding dinner for the both of us, but if I die, he'll just have to go without. Can heroes die from starvation? Because that's the only way he's getting out without me."

The archer grits her teeth in disgust, but lowers her bow.

"Don't worry, " You croon as you sweep down beside her. you wrap a wing around her affectionately, "We could get along. I'd even be willing to return my little priest, so long as you're willing to help me out a bit first."