Satyrs live in small tribes led by whoever is sober enough to make a decision. They never wear clothing and spend most of their time either drinking or having sex. They regularly hold orgies. They are fans of voyeurism, masturbation, and even bestiality. They believe in thieving and mischief as ways of life.

The life of a satyr centers around sex, music, and mayhem. As children, satyrs are gentle, kindly folk. They are raised by anyone in the tribe who will raise them, often a non-satyr (usually a faun) who is with the tribe because of a sexual/romantic connection to one of the satyrs. Somehow, most survive. Around the age of eight or nine, they usually get taken in by a satyr who will teach them some part of the satyr lifestyle: farming, playing an aulos or pipes, satyr plays, dancing, thievery, and/or pranks. By age 10, they will have begun drinking. When they reach adulthood, they usually take up the craft they were taught as children. Most end up as farmers or dramatists.

Satyr plays are mockeries of dramas and other serious theatricals, having massive choruses of drunken satyrs interrupting and otherwise upsetting the play as other feys try to act out the parts. Satyrs put them on three times a year during major festivals, inviting other feys to see the mockeries they have come up with. During these festivals, they attempt to seduce every attractive fey in the audience, though sometimes they fail. They are also skilled musicians with the aulos (an ancient wind instrument) and syrinx (pipes) and dancers, which they use as part of their work to attract other feys to sleep with.

Every tribe has a band of satyrs devoted to theft. They rove out at night to steal whatever the tribe needs that isn't easily acquired or made, robbing local communities with little concern for being caught. When they are caught, they sell their services as tutors and purveyors of knowledge to get out of it. They also enjoy pranks and other mischief, which delights them.

Satyr tribes are farmers, using their skills with farming to create what they need--mostly grapes, which they make into wine. On their farms, they also build vast tombs for their kin who died; these tombs are soaked with spilled wine.

Satyrs worship the Fool and the Drunken God, and they believe that when they die, they will attend both, though the former is said to be dead. They also say their greatest musician was flayed alive by an ancient, unnamed Divine for drunkenly boasting of his skill with the aulos. This flayed legend now rides with the Wild Hunt, leading most to believe the Divine was not a Divine but the Master of the Hunt. Another legend tells of a satyr shocked to find his paramour was assigned male at birth (or possible intersex); he rebuffed the paramour and was cursed.

Some satyrs resort to rape to sate their lust; in the tribes, this is looked upon as unforgivable.