Editing Xanthos (section)

== History ==
Xanthos, and the tribe of satyrs to which he belongs, hails from the wilds of Arcadia. In these places, human settlements are few and far between. In the time before Karameter lay her curse on the land of Minatos, the humans of these outlier towns were often hostile with the faerie beings of the foreboding woods. The sylvan races objected to the encroachment of the civilized settlements and the humans objected to the sylvan resistance of their own progress and prosperity. This hostile climate was the state of things for as long as anyone could remember. After the curse, things would change. They ''had'' to change for either of the groups to survive. As the wilderness of Minatos merged with the wilderness of Arcadia, the emergent monsters cared not for the distinction between the woodland faeries or the humans behind their flimsy walls. A pact was struct between each group for mutual protection benefits. One clause called for a semi-annual meeting (or celebration really) where the humans would sometimes visit at the groves of the sylvan races, or the sylvans would visit the towns to foster continued peace. As the state of Minatos grew more dire and the populace began to flee, one young courtesan, unknowingly carrying the son of the Usurper King Agon found her salvation in one of these fae-pacted cities. Her son, completely ignorant of his royal lineage, grew and eventually met and fell in love with a dryad at one of the celebrations. The son of Agon fathered a daughter with this dryad. That dryad daughter wedded Makareus (firstborn of the three twin sons of Sylvannos and Ethulia), the satyr chieftain of the silver-furred Stormthorn tribe and bore him Xanthos.<br>
As a child, Xanthos was curious about the world and seemed to have a knack for the magical arts, and so he was apprenticed to a spellcaster in the nearby village. An accident during an early lesson involving a summoned Chaos Ooze would leave Xanthos altered forever.  At least it was only a small, weak ooze. The chaos affected the slight budding horns on Xanthos' forehead, turning them into something resembling opal stone and as he matured, the buds grew into mighty antlers instead of the usual curled ram's horns. Additionally, his fingernails took a somewhat claw-like appearance and (along with his cloven hooves) transmuted into opal. The color of his irises changed from blue to amethyst. His fur had once been a shining silver color; it turned to a shade of sapphire blue. His once stubby goat-like tail had been changed into something longer and more tigrine. The only other change related to this incident is something Xanthos considers quite private. Other than this hiccup, Xanthos' studies progressed quite well, to the point his mentor declared that it was time for the satyr to go out into the world to learn. Shortly after leaving his teacher, Xanthos began having strange dreams in which he saw the insides of a ruined temple wherein a peach tree grows. His dreams have shown him Minatos as it was and as it is now. Not only does the potential to further his magical studies, but his very blood calls out for him to journey into this once accursed and still dangerous land.