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Changelog: -Removed Cervitaur Mentions -Removed sub-species claim -Added Language -Updated Age -Updated Reproduction The Satyr Other Names: Faun Origins: Satyrs are half-goat or ram half-human. They have genders, both male and female of course. The entire origins of the Satyr are unknown, although most believe they are infact natives of Axios on it's own. Created by the Aspects to watch over the many biomes of the Isles of Axios. With the four main bloodlines, Thorn, Clover, Ivy and Oak. The Thorns ruled the mountains of Tahn. The Clovers moved to the great forests of Malin. The Oak moved to the grassy plains of Tahn where they could roam freely. And the Ivy moved to Asul, living in the marshes. Upon the descendants' arrival most Satyr went into hiding. Fearing to be looked upon, or hated by them. Although over time this changed. Soon they began edging nearer to cities. The most notable place they were attracted to was the druid grove. Seeing as how they could use plants and animals and preserve Nature, the Satyr having felt the need to protect their home had tried to learn druidism, some became dedicants while others did not. They decided to stick to their old ways and simply live as though the descendants did not arrive. Although some still wonder how the Satyr were created... and that is a mystery that may never be solved. Physical Description: Satyrs look to be half-goat/ram and half-human. They have horns that can twist and curl or can be straight. Their bottom halves are also those of a goat or ram. They stand up to 7’ at the most, many have a muscular build developed from living in the wild and off the land. Subraces/Bloodlines: Thorn: The Thorn bloodline had grown tall and muscular, with most males standing up to 6’5, their horns grew curved like a ram’s, combined with a short-temper and a feeling of having to be the dominant one they often fight each other. Most of the Thorn Satyr’s personalities are brave, adventurous and alcoholic, like the rest of their kin. Clover: These smaller Satyr often grow up to 5’6, having pale skin and antlers instead of horns, they resemble that of a Moose. They are often shy when meeting new people, although they’d never turn down a drink. Ivy: The Ivy are normally found covered in vines or moss. They mostly use them as clothes or they just walk through vines or moss and some of it gets on them. They stand at an average of 6’3, their horns are straight and resemble that of a goat’s. Ivy Satyr are mainly secretive, although they love a good challenge. Oak: The Oak Satyr tend to be tan, most standing at 6’7 with horns that resemble those of a bull’s, straight and sharp. They’re normally a bit lazy, often found taking a nap or sleeping, they have a short-temper and are especially dangerous. They have a special curiosity for druidism, seeing as how it affects nature itself. Reproduction: Satyr mainly reproduce with themselves, although if one were to mate with a non-satyr, such as that of a human, dwarf, elf, orc, and halfling the child would always be a Satyr. Any other race would not produce a child sadly. A Satyr’s Gestation lasts for 6 months at the least, with a single child more common than twins. If two different Satyr bloodlines mated, they have a very rare chance of making a new bloodline (After rolling for pregnancy they'd roll again, if they roll the same number they make a new bloodline and it is up to the parents of said child to customize it as they see fit). Lifespan: Satyr often live up to almost as long as an Elf. Although they max at 800 the oldest Satyr recorded having been 789 years old. As Satyr age they grow more like their counterpart. Like a Thorn would slowly look more like a Ram as they grow older. Except bipedal. Language: The Satyr Language *Based on Greek* Satyr: Satyros (Satyrs: Satyroi) No: Onchi Yes: Nai Dwarf: Nanos Elf: Afti Human: Anthropinas Orc: Varvaros Halfling: Misos May the forests be upon you: Boroun ta dasi na eini epano sas May the forests be upon you as well (Response): Boroun ta dasi na eini epano sas episis Dwell in the wood: Statho sto xylo, to spíiti olon. Wife/Husband - Paragogos Who are you?: Poisos eisa? Let's go: As taxidepsei (Literal translation is Let us travel) Hello /Good morning: Kalimera Goodbye: Antio Good night: Kalinychta Nature: Fysi Plant: Fyto Druid: Fytoagori (Literal translation is Plant boy) Friend: Filos Foe: Echthros Death/Kill/Dead: Skotono Undead: Naiskotono Slaughter/Mass death: Thanskatono Sword: Spathi Axe: Tsekouri Spear: Dori Hammer: Syfri War: Polemus Bow and arrow: Toxo Thank you: Efcharisto Welcome: Kalosorima Good: Kala ((These are meant to be a CA race.))

NOT EVERYTHING IS ANOTHER KHA. UNDERSTAND THIS

Alright you guys! Hungry to play some orcs but want a reason to play one? Well my Orc (Jukha) has two daughters (twins) in need of playing! Dulah and Durah Lur! The daughters of Jukha and Erza. It's the same deal as last time, so, if you want to play one and someone else also does then you will roll out of 20, highest roll gets to play that one daughter. But remember that there are two this time! Durah: http://www.needcoolshoes.com/skin/u86wl/durah039lur And Dulah: http://www.needcoolshoes.com/skin/u86wm/dulah039lur They have three family members, Jukha'Lur, Erza'Ox'Lur, and Umhra'Lur, their brother. Comment down below if you wanna play one!

Jukha did indeed say "Glozug Votar." When he heard the news and did indeed, smile.

Dangit

((Is this Raguk only?))

Jukha of Lur sat in the place where Lur would rebuild, as well as any other Orc clan seeking shelter. He counted his numbers, knowing they were few. With many Lurs seeking adventure and leaving their clan. He became furious, that the members would even consider it. He began to write, hawks and rats would carry notes to any Orc they see. "Mi bruddahz agh ziztahz ub Lur! Dihz ahm nub'hozh! Laht hab levt lahtz klahn ehn zerj ub adventure agh rijez! Leaving lahtz uwn klahn fuhr lahtz griid! Buhd nub moar! Fuhr doze whu remayn Loyal tuh klahn Lur, zeek Jukha ouhd! Dihz ihz nub ah kall fuhr armz uhr fuhr Wagh, dihz ahm nub ah kall uhv dezperadenezz! Buhd dihz ahm ah kall fuhr Loyalti! Ihv laht am ah truu Lur, rejoyn lahtz klahn! Dah klahn alwaiz kuhmz azht! Duw nub zuccumb tuw lahtz griid! Ahz ah fellow Lur agh lahtz Wagh'goff mi kall laht tuw kum bak tuw Lur, ihv laht ahm ztill Loyal tuw lahtz klan, laht wull! Wi hab gruwn wiik agh few, buhd mi wull nub waj mi klan suvver! Wihv dah zeperatiun ub dah Uzg owuhur numberz gruw lezz agh lezz! Zeek ouhd lahtz Wagh'goff, return tuw lahtz klahn!" In big bold letters it said: "GLAZUG VOTAR! FUHR DAH HUNT!" OOC: Aka, for all you Inactive Lurs or people who want to be Lurs, start playing your Lurs or seek me out and try to join the clan! Our thread is here.

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I need dis race. Please. Someone make this a race.

The Wargoth of Lur sat in a ravine, soon to be the Lur's city along with any other clans or stragglers. He looked at it long and hard, it still needed work but in time... in time... Bloodclaw and the remaining Lur wolves laid next to him. All but two, Aruvah and Muun. With his son at his side he smiled, he had everything he needed. All but his old friends. With a sigh he laid down and began to sleep, perhaps something may happen.

'Copies' of Kha. (NOT EVERY SINGLE BEAST RACE IS A COPY OF KHA! WE NEED MORE RACES. MORE OPTIONS. MOOOOORRREEEE)

+1

Joor Kaphiri signs this petition.

Lur is lead by Jukha actually...

Jukha remembers the way Orgon destroyed Vailor, looking to his children he told the tale of how he had fought with the other Uruks against Orgon's minions and how they had fled to the isles of Axios.

Joor looks at the poster, "Avayla? Awr Len? Joor needs tew feegure out..." He begins to search for the two...

Jukha looks at one of these posters, simply tearing it down "Zkahin' Uhrenuhrz, tayk owuhur land agh dehn dehy wunt uhz tuw klomp fuhr dehm? Nub!" He moved off angrily.

((Didn't know you played an elf...

Looks fuggin' gr8 m8.

A sad Orc looks at his used to be home, wondering where he and his family will live now due to the humans and elves, he sits on the grass, holding his two babies and wondering where too next. ((HAHAHHAAHAH DO YOU FEEL GUILTY NOW?! YOU SHOULD))

"Dah Rehx wull bi avenged." Muttered an angry Lur.

Jukha waved his hand to call all other Lurs aboard the ship, standing by his mate and child he wondered where to go next. But it had been decided by Raguk and Lur, they were to consult with each other until they had found a new place to call home. With the boats beginning to cast off he nodded to the Raguk Wargoth, now looking forward he pondered their possible plans. His Lur wolf beside him lay, protecting his pups. "Dah klan wull lib uhn! Glazug Votar!" He shouted, his clan returned the chant, Glazug Votar. For the hunt.

Is he serious?