Satyr are descended from
Cervidal who chose to dwell in the
Feywild and interbreed with
Nymphs. Satyrs are raucous fey that frolic in wild forests, driven by curiosity and hedonism in equal measure.
Satyrs are driven by curiosity and hedonism in equal measure. They have a natural sense of wonder regarding the world around them and the creatures with which they share that world. Though many satyrs are shy, satisfying their curiosity cautiously and from the shadows, they all have a burning desire to see, touch, and know more. This is not to say that they are reckless, however. Satyrs exercise great caution in their exploration, a result of living in the Feywild with its wild magic and hidden dangers. In addition, satyrs seek to satisfy their curiosity through the spread of stories and songs, allowing a satyr to feed the inquisitiveness of others by retelling a tale of his exploits. Most satyrs are proficient with at least one musical instrument, and a satyr revel is always a musical affair.
A satyr will take risks, but those risks are typically measured against his preparation and cunning. A satyr seeks to gain any advantage that he can early on, then presses that advantage. When meeting new creatures, satyrs are cautious to the point of outright suspicion. When new people have proven themselves trustworthy, a satyr becomes a dedicated and relentless ally.
Satyrs allow no opportunity for revelry to pass them by. They celebrate any holiday they have ever heard of—and are entirely cognizant that the civilizations of the world have enough festivals and holy days between them to justify celebrating on a nonstop basis. However, despite their love of wine, song, dance, and stories, satyrs are rarely reckless in their hedonism. In the midst of a celebration, a satyr maintains an awareness for danger, and he ensures that his revels do not cause the creatures he cares about to come to harm.
Basic Information
Satyrs resemble stout male humans with the furry lower bodies and cloven hooves of goats. Horns sprout from their heads, ranging in shape from a pair of small nubs to large, curling rams' horns. They typically sport facial hair.
Satyrs resemble humans with the legs of goats, and they are covered in fur from the waist down. Most satyrs have a pair of small horns sprouting from their heads, ranging in shape from a pair of small nubs to the curling horns of the largest rams. They display the broad shoulders and powerful upper bodies of humans, and most sport some kind of facial hair. Their wild, curly hair ranges in length, with younger satyrs keeping their hair short. Older satyrs let it grow as they age, until it hangs about their shoulders.
Born of a union between satyr or cervidal and nymph, a satyr is always male. Daughters of satyrs are nymphs. In addition to being born out of sexual reproduction, satyrs can also spontaneously form in areas of the
Feywild associated with revelry, music and fun, a function known as
emotionogenesis.
Young satyrs grow quickly to maturity. Though they remain small in size as children, satyrs are capable of complex speech and movement in a matter of weeks. Young satyrs resemble infants in size and appearance, but they speak and interact with the competence of a human adolescent.
Satyrs in the Feywild congregate in places of beauty and safety. Forest glades, patches of open grass near babbling streams, and shaded ponds under willow trees are all excellent places to find satyrs at rest. Satyrs build their homes as a part of the landscape, with houses constructed in the trunks of trees or dug into the ground like burrows. Their homes are humble and comfortable, for although they love revelry, they enjoy the simple pleasures the most. When entering a satyr’s home, one finds a well-stocked pantry and a collection of fine food and drink from far-flung places. Despite these comforts, satyrs spend little time in their homes, instead preferring to dwell in the open beauty of nature.
Hedonistic Revelers. Satyrs crave the strongest drink, the most fragrant spices, and the most dizzying dances. A satyr feels starved when it can't indulge itself, and it goes to great lengths to sate its desires. It might kidnap a fine minstrel to hear lovely songs, sneak through a well-defended garden to gaze upon a beautiful lad or lass, or infiltrate a palace to taste the finest food in the land. Satyrs allow no festivity to pass them by. They partake in any holiday they've heard of. Civilizations of the world have enough festivals and holy days among them to justify nonstop celebration.
Inebriated on drink and pleasure, satyrs give no thought to the consequences of the hedonism they incite in others. They leave such creatures mystified at their own behavior. Such revelers might have to scrounge for excuses to explain their disordered state to parents, employers, family, or friends.
Additional Information
They live in small clans, usually numbering one to two dozen but sometimes as small as five or six.
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