Male satyrs are a constant nuisance in Themuria, waylaying caravans and stealing wine to fuel their late-night debauches. They play pipes which compel human listeners to dance. The powerful melodies have been recorded by enterprising composers but whenever the notes are played by human musicians, they fall flat.
Whenever satyrs aren’t partying or sleeping, they are chasing nymphs throughout the wild.
Female satyrs could not be more different from their male counterparts. They guard their purity with their lives and, save stubby horns on their heads and doe-like feet, bear no resemblance to satyrs. It is said no human can bear to harm a nymph because of their incredible beauty. Stories are told of humans who behold them naked and are blinded. Nymphs congregate in groups in the Themurian wilds, bathing in lakes and streams and running from lecherous satyrs together.
In addition to the regular nymphs, there is a water-dwelling breed called nyads. They live near rivers and lakes, diving underwater when satyrs approach. They cannot breathe water forever, however, and in about an hour must surface for air. This is often enough to drive satyrs away, for they have very little patience. Humans can sometimes spot nyads sunning on rocks and shores.
The Red Satyrs
A legend persists of the Red Satyrs, who haunt the area around Devil’s Fang Mountain in the far east of Themuria. Like other satyrs, they live for pleasure. However, red satyrs gain pleasure through killing. Their nymphs are just as bloodthirsty.