Quilboar Culture

Quilboar are as odd as they get. To them, their lives mean nothing, and they live only to serve the tribe. Culturally, they resemble tauren, but with a much more warlike mentality.

At first, I thought these guys were just really dumb and wild humanoids, barely smart enough to talk. However, I discovered there was more to the race than this. Quilboar maintain a rigid and strict hierarchy and set of laws. Quilboar laws and practices are built around the sole purpose of keeping the race alive. The critters are insanely territorial, and I was lucky to find one calm enough to talk to me.

Despite their physical prowess, the quilboar know that they are not as intelligent or powerful as other races, such as the centaur or tauren. Water is in terribly high demand in the Barrens, and other resources are rare as well. Thus, only the strongest receive the best resources and the most water. Those too weak or sick are given less, to conserve more for those better capable of furthering their race. Occasionally, a female decides that her place is in battle. This is actually fine for the race; if the woman can prove herself, then by all means, fight! In fact, these women are respected.

Shamanism is the quilboar religion. Shaman, often called thornweavers, are held with great esteem, called upon to view the future of a hunt or give spiritual blessings over a newborn warrior. Thornweavers never choose their path; only the spirits may choose for them. A would-be thornweaver receives a vision and speaks this to the elder thornweaver, who begins training the child to become a new thornweaver. Other times, a thornweaver receives a vision telling him to train another, and does so. There's no gender bias here; many women walk the path of shaman. Thornweavers are so respected that most hold positions of power in the tribe, and many (such as the tribe I encountered) lead.

While quilboar fear death, they do not go out of their way to avoid it, unlike many other races. Furthermore, they welcome the chance to join Agamaggan again in the afterlife. Unity among the quilboar follows in death, as well as life. A sick or elderly quilboar might willingly seek death to preserve resources for his tribe. Many quilboar believe that, with each death, the deceased's spirit lingers on and strengthens the tribe as a whole; thus death, despite not necessarily being welcomed, is not an entirely horrible prospect.

On this note, my time with Rojmane and his quilboar ended. The thornweaver smiled at me, and informed me it was time for him to go. He then turned and entered the woods, to seek out his last battle against the enemies of his tribe.

In some ways, satyr history is similar to naga history (see above). Like naga, the original satyrs were once night elves. Both appeared as a result of the events in the War of the Ancients, and both owe their existence to a single, power-mad individual.

As I mentioned in the section on naga history, the kaldorei queen who helped summon the Burning Legion to the world was Azshara, who surrounded herself with other Highborne who had great skill and power with arcane magic. One of these was Lord Xavius, Azshara's key advisor and an arcanist of no small talent. Xavius was renowned for two things in particular: his skill at subtle political maneuverings and his lack of eyes — he replaced his eyes with magic black crystals that bore streaks of crimson.

Xavius's vile nature did not go unnoticed. During the war, Malfurion Stormrage confronted and slew Xavius. Xavius's master, Sargeras, was unhappy with Xavius's failure (big surprise), and for some time Xavius writhed in incorporeal torment. Eventually, though, Sargeras showed a form of mercy: He returned Xavius to life, but not as he once was. To mark the traits Sargeras valued in him, and to brand him forever as an ally and servant of the Legion, Sargeras transformed and disfigured Xavius's body. His legs were goatlike, with hooves and backward-facing knees, and his legs wore shaggy, goatlike fur. His fingers ended in black talons. He had a long, leonine tail. A short mane encircled his head, and large, curving horns sprouted from his forehead. Xavius was also physically stronger and stealthier than his previous incarnation, and his mind remained sharp and cruel. Lord Xavius had become the first satyr.

As part of his curse — or blessing, depending on who you talk to and how screwed up they are — Xavius could inspire his condition in other kaldorei. This black magic was called the shadow curse, and with it Xavius created other satyrs. (By all accounts, the process was indescribably painful.) The satyrs eventually discovered that they could pass their affliction to members of other races, as well. In this way, the satyr race came to be.

Most satyrs today are former night elves, but a rare few were members of other races. They still resemble their old selves in the face and torso, but in becoming satyrs they gain cloven hooves, furry goat legs, a long leonine tail, elongated limbs, claws, and horns. Also, of course, in becoming satyrs, they become demons.

Xavius met his fate at the hands of Malfurion Stormrage, who had already slain him once. Malfurion defeated and killed Xavius the satyr at the end of the War of the Ancients. The satyrs still honor Xavius as their creator and patron, as the first and best of them.

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