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[FICTION] Naxian Relations: Satyrs

     The Satyr are one of the four indigenous peoples of the archipelago, along with the Leoi, Centaur, and the Minotaur. Their ancestors came from the Fey, and still carry on many of their pagan customs.

    During the Tauromachy, they joined the side of the Minotaur to fight their ancient Leonin foes, but switched sides when the Minotaur fell to dark gods. The Naxians never forgot they were once enemies, however.

    After the war, the Satyr were forgiven by Poleon, but were not rewarded with land or titles. Some attempted to mesh with the Naxians since they were there to stay, while many others retreated to remote places to try and live in separate peace. 

    Urban Satyrs tend to live in confined "neighborhoods" and often have unique designs to accommodate their history and physiology; platforms most Naxians couldn't reach, lots of plant growth. These Satyr often deal with discriminations and harassments, particularly from members of the Synodic Church. 

    Rural Satyrs tend to be much more isolationist, living in remote communes away from other settlements. They often have to solve their own issues, as local nobles have little interest to help in most cases. These Satyr also face scrutiny with many believing them to be Ta Ktini sympathizers.  

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