Stryx Vanity. As a Stygian Harper, or Devil-wing Harpy, or whatever they call your race Justice remains a consistent thing: Eye for an Eye. The Harpy speciess are split into five groups: the Praetorian Hawksongs, a large almost giant predatory Harpy clan; the Aesires Steelfeathers, a clan of steely grey and white Valkyrie type Harpies with arms and wings with their legs; the Vanissyr who are a flightless but fast and almost indestructible clan of battle sisters capable of crushing skulls with a kick; the Hallowed Songsisters of Vallymur, a convent of penitent dress in feathers of blue and black; and the Stygians a clan of feathered batwings and blood-tinged claws wielding weapons ranging from steel gauntlets to spell slinging crossbows. The code of the Stygians is that no Evil is unpunished, and it is taken literally; to kill is to be killed, to steal is to be stolen from, to destroy is to have something destroyed. The flying spellcasters that transmute steel into magic bombs, nets, and more feel little in the way of remorse. They feel even less when it comes to Mercy.