Satyrs live in small clans of about a dozen to two dozen, though they are fiercely independent and view such gatherings as temporary at best. However, the sheer amount of revels, indulgences, and parties in the Material Realm by its inhabitants lured many Satyrs to journey from their home plane to the Material Plane, where they reside today, making merry in the forest and trying to spread a good time wherever they venture. Satyrs were originally denizens of the Feywild, and some still reside there. Satyrs' eyes are usually blue or brown, however some satyrs have yellow eyes that resemble a goat's. They usually sport bushy beards, or at least a goatee. Their hair ranges from the more common brown to hues of reddish orange and the rare white. Satyrs have pointed ears similar to an elf, and horns that vary from small stubs about two inches long to large and curled ram's horns that protrude about two feet from their head. Satyrs resemble slightly stocky humans with furry lower bodies and cloven hooves similar to that of goats. To a satyr, people are merely bodies to dance with, minds to mess with, and potential drinking buddies. They rarely do harm, but their extreme disposition for chaos makes them an irritation for other races.
Satyrs are fey creatures who besiege backwood paths with their trickery.
An old saying to describe things that are very unlikely to happen. "As much chance as a satyr without a mug of ale"
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