Journey of the Horn

Introduction

It was a cold winter in Kiltmemborn, so cold that even the yaks went down the mountain for the winter. Only the bears, dragons...and Satyrs stayed. A hardy bunch we are. Yes, I am a satyr. Not the kind that runs around in the human world having fun messing around, pulling high jinx and such. No, we are a much nobler breed. We call their kind Lifians, much smaller than our kind and more like problematic little trolls. Two separate breeds. Now us, we call ourselves Heroshians (Heer-o-she-ans) . Average size for our males is 6'9" and 6'5" for females. We have hooves similar to a horses more than a goat but they are still split like their's, a deer like tail and our fur resembles that of a Clydesdales hoof tufts. All have small horns like a goat that is where their magic is created and stored, all except that of the Satyr Lord and queen. There horns look like that of a ram and our ears are like a mixture between a deer and a goat. Same texture and make as a goat but more of a deer like stance with the same placement as human ears. And another thing worth noting. A satyr can live for thousands of years and the only thing that will show their age is the color of their hair. Also my name is Nubian.......and I am a prince of the Satyrs.