It’s our first sahkil!
A new category of outsiders introduced in Bestiary 5, sahkils are renegade psychopomps. All too aware of the mortality of all things,
they would rather spend their finite eons making souls suffer rather than
shepherding them. Taking forms out of nightmares—nightmares
that even death is no release from—they find inventive ways to spread terror
and torment living victims and vulnerable souls.
The esipil may be the weakest sahkil revealed so far, but
they’re also my favorite. They’re just
so gleefully malevolent, particularly given their habit of masquerading as
lovable pets that are seized by sudden violent outbursts. (I once dogsat a racist Dachshund, so I can
confirm that that sudden transformation is scary as hell…not to mention
humiliating to all parties involved.)
And the best part about them is that they can be
familiars! I so want to see one of these in a Hogwarts/Glantri School of
Magic-style campaign, or in a guild or society (such as the Pathfinder Society)
where members of different alignments are forced to coexist and play nice. Imagine a group of students sharing their
classrooms and corridors with students and familiars of all shapes and
sizes…but one of the familiars (ideally that of a hated rival or resented
professor) is just wrong somehow. This feeling might persist for days, weeks,
or even whole semesters until the esipil finds the proper moment to reveal
itself in the way that causes the most fear.
Adventurers traveling
to the Ethereal Plane are greeted by a talking terrier who claims to be a
party member’s spirit guide. The mutt is
helpful in all things until he is able to catch the character alone or in
combat with other ethereal threats. Then
the terrier, actually an esipil, uses cause
fear and then attacks, howling to summon the rest of his pack.
Ever since a young
wizard’s near-death from drowning, an immature nosoi has been his companion
(due to become an ordinary nosoi when the wizard achieves the appropriate level
and feat). Having such an exotic
familiar at such a young age has earned him no small praise from his masters
and peers at the Academy…save for one lecturer, who seems to dislike the birdlike
psychopomp intensely. The lecturer’s
familiar is actually a carefully disguised esipil, and the beast spends every
night whispering dreams of torturing the nosoi into his master’s ear.
Cast off by their outsider
masters long ago, a doru and a esipil haunt the souk in Ibor. When the esipil successfully cajoles his way
into the service of a haruspex, the doru becomes mad with envy. The resentful div finds down-on-their-luck
adventurers and offers to show them the graveyard where the esipil has stashed
his treasure. Should the esipil discover
he has been robbed, he will do everything in his—and his soothsayer
master’s—power to exact revenge.
—Pathfinder Bestiary 5
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