Faun Chirurgeon

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5 posts. Alias of Foxy Quickpaw.


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As Tarjun pipes loudly over the perfect music two of the satyrs perform a painful expression appears on most faces.

Zephyrus interrupts his care for the nymph and turns to one of the staring younglings. "You go take those kids somewhere else and show them how to properly play the pipes."

The youngling isn't happy about being robbed of this entertainment, but obeys. The youngling that is about Clara's size comes scuffling over, grabs Tarjun at his arm and drags him away into the woods.


"Feel free to get yourself rid of excess clothing." Zephyrus suggests (in a non-magical way) and moves over to help out the nymph that has only one suitor.

"Sorry, the pipe teacher is busy at the moment." he calls back.


"I'm Zephyrus, and yes, the more the merrier." The faun points his hand in the general direction and leads the way.


"That's not for beginners. You need to learn how to make it not sound like screeching nails on a blackboard." Zephyrus is a great critic but no teacher.

"We have a celebration in the woods. Wanna come? I can introduce you to the gal that teaches the kids."


"Who is butchering music with my instrument?" a man asks that looks like he had a goat in his family tree. All below the belly is like goat, horns like a goat, a goatee and a lack of pants - face, trunk and arms look human. Save the ears, that remond more of elf. The upper half is also lacking clothes.

But at least his facial expressions seem easy enough to read and show something between disgust and anger. It is not clear how he appeared behind you unnoticed.