Satyrs, fauns.Closed to Enigmatic Immortal ... and people who just want to jump into to this banterous quest. Just PM me beforehand.
Was there any bloody difference at all?
Philomel lounged there, legs spread slightly apart as she drowned her sorrows in rich darkened beer. The wooden tankard in her hold had been refilled around three times over so far, each time paid for by a different ugly, grumbling, horny bastard. Leaning to the left she let her horn and straggled hair rest against the panelled wall as her forearms stretched out before her, both hand cupped around the curvature of the tankard. As she watched the terribly opaque, murky depths of the liquid she found her mind wandering.
Satyrs were simply fauns too, but by a different style. They were the brutes of the half-goats; those with more devilish horns than rams. They interbred a fair amount, and lived alone, seperated from the rest of society, preferring a life of being infamous highwaymen. It was said they took women and girls, of any race minus demons and angels, and raped them until they were weeping. This pub was named after this legend, being "The Horny Satyr." It was a perfect place for the faun of fake love and overwhelming blood to come, after a full night of assassination and bizzarre requests from her current employer - the troll monk Mister Draak.
So she slumped in the corner of the pub, thinking about the many things that had passed by in her life, her eyes glaring at the knots in the table. Quietly, she burped, then opened her mouth in a stuttering yawn.
Just as an argument arose in the next booth over; two orcs arguing over whose turn it was to pay for the round.