Harpies

And all the time, as we were pitching it in red hot, we were keeping the women off him as best we could for they were as wild as harpies.

To find the harpies' nest, follow the trail on the mini-map.

Saved from the sea, the Strophades we gain, / so called in Greece, where dwells, with Harpies, dire / Celaeno, in the vast Ionian main, / since, forced from Phineus' palace to retire, / they fled their former banquet.

When straight, down-swooping from the hills meanwhile / the Harpies flap their clanging wings, and tear / the food, and all with filthy touch defile, / and, mixt with screams, uprose a sickening stench and vile.

Back, from another quarter of the sky, / dark-ambushed, round the clamorous Harpies fly / with taloned claws, and taste and taint the prey.

One perched, Celaeno, on a rock, and lo, / thus croaked the dismal seer her prophecy of woe. / "War, too, Laomedon's twice-perjured race! / War do ye bring, our cattle stol'n and slain? / And unoffending Harpies would ye chase / forth from their old, hereditary reign?"

Exhausted, they landed on the Strophades Islands, where they proposed to recruit their strength by a hearty meal; but no sooner was their table spread, than the meats were devoured and destroyed by the loathsome Harpies.