This handsome, grinning man has the furry legs of a goat and a set of curling ram horns extending from his temples.

Satyrs are raucous fey that frolic in wild forests, driven by curiosity and hedonism in equal measure.

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.

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.

Twixt day and night the spirits goad me on

They pine for ages past when hearts were pure

Against all reason now they seem unsure

They laugh and scream between mine ears anon.

Now fill my cup not once, not twice, but thrice

With flag's brim upon my lips I dance

Let unseen pixies toss their gowns askance

While I, the Carnal King, indulge my vice.

With folded boughs, the treants take their leave

As merry damsels' corsets come undone

My song doth stir them like a summer breeze

They fill mine empty cup without reprieve.

The sun becomes the moon becomes the sun

I while away the hours as I please.

Satyrs enjoy demonstrating their physicality through contests, evicting party poopers, and defending Fey realms.

A creature with the upper half of a man and the lower half of a goat, with red or chestnut brown hair, and jet black hooves and horns

A Satyr's body has the upper half of a man and the lower half of a goat, with red or chestnut brown hair, and hooves and horns that are jet black. It speaks Sylvan, and most also speak Common. A satyr is related to its lesser kin (fauns and ibix), but are rarer and more reclusive. The keen senses of a satyr make it almost impossible to surprise one in the wild. Conversely, with its own natural grace and agility, a satyr can sneak up on travelers who are not carefully watching the surrounding wilderness. Once engaged in battle, an unarmed satyr attacks with a powerful head butt. A satyr expecting trouble is likely to also be armed with a bow and a dagger.