Kyton, Sacristan

Every kyton considers itself some manner of artiste, working and reworking its avant-garde visions in various mediums—flesh, minds, darkness, and others both natural and fragile. But for every masterpiece, there are countless failures. Sacristans number among the most useful failures of the kyton race.

Born from scraps of imperfect flesh, bent chain, and scarred minds, sacristans are bound together by kyton sculptor-surgeons. They lack the burden of free will, and their minds are etched with the ability to serve, making them utterly obedient to other kytons. While much more than automatons, sacristans are a potent slave caste, one manufactured to take ecstatic pleasure from serving their brethren. Their other blessing is a miniature, permanent portal to the Shadow Plane sealed within their mouths. Kept restrained, this portal endlessly howls the music of the kytons' realms of shadowed torture and veiled delights. When threatened, sacristans burst open their mouths and allow the song of their collective race to seduce their foes in a way these brutes never could.

Sacristans vary in their appearance, but always look like tortured and maimed humanoids, often with redundant or absent features. They typically stand between 6 and 8 feet tall and weigh from 80 to 160 pounds.

shadow scream, unnerving gaze (30 ft., DC 18)

Bleeding Critical, Cleave, Critical Focus, Great Cleave, Improved Bull Rush, Power Attack

Acrobatics +15, Bluff +17, Climb +17, Intimidate +17, Perception +17, Sense Motive +17, Stealth +18