Goatling
Goatlings are diminutive, goat-headed creatures that
walk upright on furry, cloven foot legs. Goatlings are
born from the union of satyrs and maenads, and they
live in tribes consisting of dozens of inbred siblings and
cousins. They infest woods, mountains, and hills alike.
They are often mistaken for satyrs, but they are smaller
and stupider. Goatlings delight in tormenting mortals,
and they are known to play mean-spirited, often fatal,
pranks on unsuspecting travelers at night. The last thing
that their victims hear is a chorus of bleating laughter
from the darkness.
Masters of Mockery. Physically frail and slow-witted in comparison to their sires, goatlings are envious
creatures that enjoy inflicting cruelty upon their betters.
They devote their limited mental capacities to crafting
vicious insults salted with fey magic that can send their
targets into blind fits of rage.
Though some goatlings are just about clever enough
to think up appropriate insults on the fly, most prefer
stealing words from others. They often remember a
wide array of memorized insults.
I really hate Goatlings.
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