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Orgak cheers for his brother. Looking at the elves with a smile. “Ad leazt wi dunnub peep like women. Mi kan nevah tell da differenze between lat’z!” He laughed.

He said he doesnt have one

Anyone got the map download of Atlas? I need it for building purposes.

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“Haven’t you died like eight times now, once when your tree was burned?” Asked a Satyr who kept up with politics.

OOC Note: Ok quick note, this isn’t to unshelf the Satyrs, but as to change their lore for the still existing Satyrs and ET Satyrs. The Satyrs; A Rewrite. History; Early Axios. History; Mid Axios. History; Late Axios. History; Atlas (Current). Physical Appearance (Changes have been made) The Satyrs are known as many names, Goatmen, animals, beasts, but mostly by the dominating Clan, Clan Thorn. The Four Bloodlines, have almost been reduced to three. Bighorns- The Bighorns (previously known as Thorns) make up the bulk of Clan Thorn. The Bighorns have ram legs and horns, which curve and are quite sharp. The adventurous Bighorns are drinkers, and are quite social. They are the bravest of the Bloodlines, and the most brash. They are known mostly for their temper, which rivals the Longhorns’. The Bighorns stand from 5’11”-6’4”. The women stand from 5’4”-5’10”. Longhorns- The Longhorns (previously known as the Oaks) make up Clan Oak. The lazy preachers of the Aspects. Their horns are long and straight, ending in curves. Despite being lazy, they are quite deadly in combat. They tend to enter a rage in which they simply charge and attempt to gore their opponent. The Longhorns stand from 6’1”-6’8”, being especially big. Even the women, stand from 5’6”-6’2” are tall. Twistedhorns- The Twistedhorns (previously known as the Clovers) make up Clan Clover. Twistedhorns are known for their twisted horns that grow from their forehead. They are shy, and are more introverted than extroverted. They choose not to venture too much and instead stay where it’s nice and quiet. The males stand from 5’4”-6’2”, being smaller compared to the Longhorns and Bighorns. The women stand from 4’10”-5’6”. Straighthorns- The Straighthorns (previously known as Ivys) make up Clan Ivy. They are closely related to the Twistedhorns and Clan Clover. Where they are believed to be extinct, as the Ivy have not been seen for some time. Nevertheless instead of straight twisted horns, they have regular horns much like a goat’s. Much like the Twistedhorns, the men stand from 5’4”-6’3”, being a bit taller than their cousins. The women stand from 5’”-5’10”. Age (Also Updated) The Satyrs live up to 1,000 years old. Almost as old as an Elf can. When Satyrs do get older, however, they become more like the animal their bloodline is represented by. The Bighorns become more ram-like in both upper-body, and lower body. The Twistedhorns and Straighthorns become more goat-like, and the Longhorns become more Ram-like despite them having more of a prominent snout. Theirs is more noticeable than the others. Culture The Satyrs live in small Clans distinguishable by Bloodline. There are four popular Clans, which many know of due to Satyr interaction. There are the Thorns of the Bighorn Bloodline, the Oaks of the Longhorn Bloodline, the Clovers of the Twistedhorn Bloodline, and finally the Ivy Clan of the Straighthorn Bloodline. Although the Ivy and Straighthorns are believed to be extinct because there has not been an appearance by them for a very long time. The Clans live in desperate locations, the locations for three Clans unknown. The most popular Clan, and most known are the Thorns who live with humanfolk. The Thorns are believed to be the most populated due to their numbers. However, the other Clans have yet to be discovered, so it may be untrue. The Clans have become secretive due to past history, and as such are reluctant to share their Clan’s location with another Clan or Satyr. There have been little communication throughout the Clans, due to mistrust. There is no Hierachy of the Satyr people. The Clans used to meet in a Council of Four. However, now there is no such thing. The Clans are now supposed to provide for themselves, the only Leadership left is in the Clans themselves. The former Council members are now their Clan’s Leader. What little communication there is, the conversations are usually carried out in their own tongue, so any eavesdroppers cannot understand what they are saying. However Satyrs are normally very social creatures, who start parties and drink as often as they can. They do of course, sometimes have brawls of their own but seem content with their lifestyle. Most are outgoing and radiate fun and happiness, while others like the Twistedhorns who want to do nothing with others, only if they have to. Satyrs do believe in marriage, but it is uncommon. As most find new mates over time, however when a Satyr does choose to marry they are married by an Elder Satyr or Druid. Most Elder Satyrs are over 200 years old, and as such are considered wise and acquainted with the world. After the marriage there is a large party and feast that can happen for many days, even a full saints week! Language and Numbers; Redone Green-lines: -Satyrs can provide a unique RP, being now more updated and different as well as in my opinion, better. -Satyrs can reproduce by using their bits, which is to be FTB’ed. Only with other Satyrs. - Satyrs can now only learn all forms of Druidism. Including Nature’s Communion, Shapeshifting, Blight Healing etc. - Satyrs can live in cities, provided they fill their days with much partying and music festivities. However when living in walled settlements and cities, they will feel headaches and their conditions gradually worsen if they do not have music and partying in their life when living there. Red Lines: -Satyrs need music in their lives, otherwise they will feel as though they are gradually starving and as though they are sick. -Satyrs, being created by the Aspects, cannot learn Voidal Magic. -Satyrs CANNOT breed with descendants. -Satyrs have a year average for their gestation cycle. -No other Satyrs may apply at this time, as they are soft-shelved.

((Who taught you then?))

((Boi you gotta learn Warforging. And so far the only person who I know who knows it is Koralon/Medvekoma

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An Uncommon Taste Oliver once again found himself sitting underneath his small burrow. Eating at his makeshift table. Before him, on his plate, would be a strange new meat he had never tried before. Despite this, Oliver was almost excited to see the meat before him. He knew that it was Ghorros, the remnants of a corrupted soul stirring within him. Very carefully, Oliver cut into it, brought it up to his mouth and took a bite. It was.. strange to say the least. Tasting like beef, yet combined with the spices and honey ale glazing he had added in, it was almost sweet. Oliver continued his process, digging into his dinner with a happy sensation. Ghorros was happy to taste flesh once again, even if it wasn’t technically him eating it. He had influenced many of Oliver’s actions today. Planting ideas in his head. And finally, he accepted one. Oliver looked down at his now empty plate. He found himself longing for more of the fresh meat after being so deprived of it. He knew that it might be one of the few chances he’d get in life. He smiled as he turned to the fireplace. Over it, was what resembled a Goblin. Properly gutted and cooked. “Better as a dish, than a thief.” He said with a smile as he got up and cut himself yet another large chunk of flesh from the thing’s sides. “A fine dinner this is. I wonder what Goblin ribs are like.” He said as he took a swig of his Satyr rum. “I wonder what others would think of it…” he schemed in his head. And, once more, Ghorros smiled and laughed as Oliver began his descent into madness. And eventually, made way for him. OOC: Ah, yes, thank you to Bagelseed for the RP. Also, I like making these posts. It’s all nice for Spooktober.

“Da greyt green prophet? BAH!” A Blue Ork grumbled. “Mi’z da Greyt BLUE Prophet.”

Gutstringa lathers his shoulders and bits of his chest in blue war paint. His grey eyes gleaming. “Da bluud uv Baderkuk flowz through deez veinz, yub! Hozh mix!”

“Better them then us? Wow. You’re even more idiotic than I thought.” A Satyr spoke, as he literally said to raid the Confederation and then the Dominion.

P similar names. Anyway idc really. Y’all do whatever fellas

Yeah and it doesn’t make too much sense. They’re weaker than a human but are as strong as a Goblin??? Goblins are on the same level as humans. Possibly better. Also, it makes them look like they can’t do anything in combat unless in giant groups

That was the old culture made by @Shuggie_

Southerons were human snow elf hybrids who were country

Slipknot people ******* terrify me

“Some defender.” Remarks a Satyr who watched him flee as he burned their field.

The Devil in I Oliver sat beneath the tree’s roots in a home he had constructed himself, a little ways from the near town his pact-mates lived in. It would’ve been an average day, if the body of a person had not been before him. He had once again, lost himself to the thing that was inside him. A remnant of his Corrupted self. It stayed behind after his body was cleansed, and the worst part about it was how it tormented the poor man. It constantly remarked on his two failed attempts of relationships, how his children had all but abandoned him. And how his enemies closed in around him. At first, Oliver thought nothing of it. He believed it to be just a burden from when he had came back. But no. It was a whole other personality. The part that he most hated about it, is how it manipulated him. It used his own rage against him to do unspeakable acts. It had given itself a name during the times of Corruption; Ghorros. A beast that was born from blight and blood-feeding. With horrendous claws and razor sharp teeth. Horns that were like a bull’s. It frightened him, not just because of its appearance. But because of what it was doing to him. It had subtly planted the idea to join the September Cult, back when Oliver first explored the chambers. It was attracted to the idea of manslaying, to get back to what it once did. But, it spoke to Oliver. Planting the idea that the Cult would help him to strengthen Nature. However, all it was doing was making Oliver lose his grasp more and more. Ghorros was weakening the Satyr, struggling to take back the mantle. And when he did, it would be hell. He had already taken another life, as the blood seeped from the victim before them. The bloodied claymore behind them in the corner. Oliver’s mouth salivated, not because he was hungry. But because Ghorros was. The beast longed for manflesh, and would go through anything to get the taste back. And as Oliver was still shocked and horrified as to what he had done, he could not stop himself before he took a handful of flesh from the man and ate it. Instantly, he moved away and vomited. His mouth was covered in blood, and the beast inside roared in anger. Oliver felt himself weaken, at the sight of what he had done. Normally he felt no remorse for those he killed. But those times it was self-defense. This…. This was murder. His vision blurred, before he fell over. Laying in the dirt. And as he drifted into unconsciousness, he felt one of the most petrifying things touch his lips. A smile. And then, he fell into a troubled slumber. When he awoke, he would have trouble getting the blood taste out of his mouth. And the blood stains out of his leg fur. OOC: There will be more posts like this one coming up, detailing Oliver’s fight with his Corrupted self. Depending on personal RP, he could win or lose. I hope you enjoy the things to come.

Yes-yes! Clan Mors will have all the glory

Exactly what it says. Although it would hopefully be a soft shelf.