The Sick Satyrs

Yeaaah, finally a ref and names for this trio!

*cracks knuckles* ok here we go

Finn, Gute and Kinder are the last three satyrs left from a whole race that lived in the Kingdom of The Mountains.

While it is still called a kingdom, it’s not ruled by anyone and is considerd a “rogue region”. Because of this, the mountains are a big mystery to all the other countries. It’s because of this, no one noticed when “The Disease” whiped out the all the satyr folk.

This mysterious and vicious sickness is highly infectious. Sores appear on the body at first stage, then quickly it attacks the lungs and stomach, causing violent fits of coughing, bleeding follows. It took six month to take over the whole race and whipe it out. ( PS, this sickness is also the one that Eleonor caught)

Satyrs are not very curious or generally like to wander from their herd, but it’s what saved these three.

These friends liked going on “adventures” further down the mountains, staying away for several days at a time.

Finn always liked to pretend he was a mighty wizard, able to command the stars and the moon. His little niece, Gute always believed him.

Kinder, despite being the eldest and not from the same herd, loved being around the other two as it made her feel like a younger child again.

They never caught the disease and when they noticed how horrible the effect were, it was too late to send for any help. They stayed until only a handfull of other satyrs were still alive, and then they left.

Gute, being so young protested a lot so Finn took his “wand” and told her he would take her to see other wizards, and that he would keep her safe because he knew magic afterall!

He also tied bells to his hat to make sure she could never lose him.

Gute acts a lot younger than she is, which isn’t very old to start with. She can only speak single words but never form them into a sentence, and she’ll believe anything you say.

When they left, Kinder’s herd had died completely, leaving her to be the only goat-kind of satyr left. She cries all day, every day, for her home and family.

They wander, trying to warn everyone that this disease will eventually come down the mountain, looking for any other satyrs, and a little part of them, wants to find the higher powers that rule. The deities and the demons, to ask for a miracle. To ask for magic to protect everyone and maybe, if possible, bring their families back.

(I created these tree mainly to be a sort of “red thread” through the different short stories. To have them appear in backgrounds, passing through. But they are still important since the disease plays a very big part.)