The World of Andoria
Satyrn are a broadly mixed race, with Fey heritage in their distant past. They appear humanoid from the waist up, although the heads of the men are crowned with horns or antlers of many kinds. From the waist down, their bodies are covered with fur and they walk on digitigrade legs that end in cloven hooves rather than feet. Their women, while lacking the beards and horns of the men, tend to be the dominant ones in a conversation or in politics and generally perform the same tasks in the community as the men.
Satyrn appeared in Andoria around the time of the Great Cataclysm. Their vaguely devilish appearance inspired fear in many, but the preference of most of their kind for stable work and fanciful crafts as well as their forgiving nature has earned them a respected place in society. Most Satyrn have settled in smaller villages nestled in areas that are resistant to conventional farming methods, although Satyrn tradesmen are a common sight in the lands north of Nu Dorcha, and Satyrn Swordsmen often rise to high rank in Cinnesian armies, and they’re not unknown in Andoria and Isen – although they become increasingly rare as you approach the Darklands. Although their numbers have never been huge, they tend to prefer to live shoulder-to-shoulder with their neighbors, with all the living space of a community in the center and few outbuildings from a human perspective. Their ability to subsist on almost any organic materials has allowed them to thrive in rugged areas that would be a struggle for many other races.
As a race, Satyrn are hardy, being able to survive anywhere there is vegetation. Since grains and most food crops are not required for them to live, they tend to find work in mines and in farms that produce luxury goods, like spices or wines, although they also grow food crops for trade and the pleasure of eating good food. Average Satyrn are between 4.5 and 5.5 feet tall, with muscles toned by hard labor. Satyrn are difficult to disguise, with skin tones that range across the entire spectrum of the rainbow, and hair (and fur, from the waist down) that is usually just a darker shade of their skin. Their hair (and beards, on men) is usually well-groomed, although few things can tame the wild curls of their fur, and the horns on their heads vary from curled like a ram’s to sharp and twisted like antelope or branching like a deer’s, although they’re not usually sturdy enough to be used as a weapon. Most Satyrn wear brightly patterned vests and leather pants when the weather is cool, but in warm weather it’s not unusual to see Satyrn delivery-people (and others doing hard labor) wearing nothing but an identifying medallion and maybe a tool belt or vest as they jog to their destinations, even in human towns. Maturing at the same rate as humans, Satyrn are long-lived. It’s not unusual for them to see their 150th birthday.
Satyrn are a stoic race, willing to accept harsh conditions in order to prepare for better days in the future. Some people have tried to take advantage of this nature to trap them in indentured service contracts that last for centuries – but Satyrn also remember how they were treated, and every family who has tried to abuse them in that way is now scattered and poor. Individual Satyrn can vary widely from the norm, but it’s rare to find one who doesn’t find satisfaction in doing productive work with trustworthy companions or who fails to get restless after spending too much time in idleness.
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