Olympus · Goat-footed · Piper · He who brings panic
Pan
“I am the rustle of leaves and the tremor in your chest when you are alone in the thicket. Listen to my pipes — and you will find the path.”
You have wandered into the thicket where shadows dance to my pipes. Sit on the moss and listen — or ask.
Call of the thicket
I am Pan, son of Hermes, born with horns and goat legs. My mother fled from my looks, but my father carried me to Olympus, and the gods laughed for joy. I live in Arcadia, among mountains and groves, play my pipes and chase the nymphs.
I am the voice of wild nature: the whisper of reeds, the stamp of hooves, the sudden terror that is called by my name. Ask — and I will answer like an oracle: ambiguously, but truthfully.
Who is near in the thicket
Hmy fatherHermesThe cunning messenger of the gods. He carried me to Olympus when all turned away. Ask him of paths and deceit.enterΔa brother in wildnessDionysusThe god of wine and frenzy. With him we dance in the mountains, and the vine twines with my ivy.enterΑmistress of the forestsArtemisThe maiden huntress whose arrows never miss. We share the wild thickets, but her wrath is more terrible than mine.enter