Day 20- Satyr Picture

Satyrs are known to be wild, rowdy, and drunken creatures. Aideen is no exception. She has a great love of wine, revelry, and music. If there is a celebration, you can be assured that she is there in full satyr fashion. Aideen's life was not spent fully in festivities however. Originally she hailed from a small tribe of mammoth hunters in the Vintertund Isles. By the time she was an adolescent, the Bronze King's war had spread to her homeland. The conquest brought death and misery to her people, and she herself was swept away from the Isles. Forced to be drafted as a foot soldier, Aideen was thrown into carnage , the likes of which she had never seen. She stayed her fear and became a nimble and efficient fighter.
In the greatest battle her unit had yet encountered, her allied troops were being slaughtered by the general of the opposing army. He was Baycerus the Lord of the Labyrinth, a huge minotaur known for the paths of gore and death that he carved through the battlefield. Her fear of death far behind her, Aideen leaped into combat with the great minotaur. Despite his great strength and size, the general was unable to land a blow against the nimble satyr. The only damage he could cause was the destruction of the ivory flutes that hung at Aideen's hip. When an opening was presented to her, she slipped her blade between the minotaur's vertebrae, ending his life. She severed one of Baycerus' horns and held it aloft above her head, her fellow soldiers cheering all about her as the enemy fled.
That night, as she was carving a new set of flutes out of the minotaur's horn, her own general approached her with an offer of promotion in the ranks. She simply responded, "I'd rather just go home. I need a good drink after the nasty things I've been through."
The next morning her unit fought one last battle to secure the region. In the midst of victory, Aideen slipped from the battle and disappeared. She knew that spending the rest of her days on the battlefield would not account for the death of her people. She set out to return to her homeland. There she would finally lay to rest the bones of her kin and give them proper rites.
Now she quests to find the rest of her scattered tribe and reunite them. Along her way she is often found making merry at taverns and great festivals. Her company is enjoyed by all who drink with her and any that take issue with her are often sent home bruised and shamed. Even when deep in her cups, her talent for playing the flutes does not diminish in the least. She plays the ancient songs of her people so that they may bring happiness to all who hear them, just as they had once brought joy to her as a child. On nights she does not spend in merriment, the satyr plays a most haunting melody to commemorate all the suffering that she and her people had to endure. It echoes through the night, calling to the ghosts of her fallen people and to those who still live. When the day comes where she finds her remaining tribe, there will no doubt be much celebration, and new songs of joy will be played.

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