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The gargoyles perch in their accustomed roosts along the roof edge of the cathedral's facade, motionless as the stone statues they appear to be.... The curse has been broken, and they once more serve as protectors of the cathedral, it's clergy, and its parishioners!
Seeing that the heroes who just slaughtered the gremlins are determined not to harm it, even after it has slain one of them in a fit of madness, the gargoyle, chagrined, attempts with every fiber of its will to break free from the necromancer's enchantment.... Will save fails! Moaning in despair, the monster turns to the western window and dives through, beating stony wings and gliding down to roost with its fellows on the roof edge below!
Iommi-Tyr's soothing words seem to reach some desperate part of the gargoyle's beguiled mind, and it's threatening posture softens to one of forlorn defeat.... Paenitet me interfecit. Maledictionem me coegistis. English: I'm sorry I killed him. The curse compels me.
Swinging the earth breaker about him in wide, whistling arcs, Tiberius misses the stony monster....
Then I leave you with Cliffs of Dover by Eric Johnson. One of my favorite instrumentals. As the mute bard begins to strum what he feels might be a happier tune, the menacing gargoyle snarls and attacks! Quod non omnia mutata celtic ! i qui oderunt me? English:
Not that celtic jig! I hate that song! Clawing, goring, and biting in a mad frenzy, the gargoyle makes good on his promise to rend the mute bard limb from limb, and stomps on his mandolin for good measure! Only a puddle of gore and the smithereens of the mandolin remain of Michael the Warsong....
Then I leave you with Cliffs of Dover by Eric Johnson. One of my favorite instrumentals. As the mute bard begins to strum what he feels might be a happier tune, the menacing gargoyle snarls and attacks! Quod non omnia mutata celtic ! i qui oderunt me? English:
Not that celtic jig! I hate that song! Clawing, goring, and biting in a mad frenzy, the gargoyle makes good on his promise to rend the mute bard limb from limb, and stomps on his mandolin for good measure! Only a puddle of gore and the smithereens of the mandolin remain of Michael the Warsong....
Three gargoyles remain outside on the edge of the western facade.... On hearing and seeing Jean Lamarre's swift approach, they again take up the pieces of jagged slating or cornerstones torn off the ancient cathedral and assail this late-comer with a fresh volley of mortar! strikes Jean for bludgeoning damage as a chunk of mortar pelts him! and a slate shingle deals bludgeoning to Jean as well! misses! The oracle tries to make it through the gauntlet of rubble-chucking gargoyles, but falls under two unfortunate heavy blows!
Growling and narrowing its stony eyes, and given a wide berth by the newly arrived adventurers, the gargoyle stomps toward the mute minstrel whose lament so stirred its stony heart.... When it comes within reach of Michael the Warsong, it roars! Ludere a lætitia, culus!! English: Play a happy song, a!!&%%&!!
The gargoyle wipes pebbles from its eyes with the back of a stony claw and points a stony talon at Michael the Warsong, pouting grotesquely.... Te ludere aliquam cantantem aut membratim tibi dirumpam!! English:
You! Play a happy song, or I will rend you limb from limb!! In spite of this threat, it approaches no closer to the mute minstrel....
Tiberius brings the magic cold iron earth breaker down with great force, but the gargoyle dodges aside, and the great cold iron head of the maul hammers the flagstone floor of the belfry with an echoing boom!
This gargoyle does not radiate an evil aura....
Emerging from the shadows at the far end of the belfry, a familiar gargoyle stamps menacingly and pouts petulantly.... Audet aliquis vestrum me flete lapillos!! Musica quid triste ludere!? English: How dare you make me weep pebbles!! Why do you play such sad music?!
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Hisao hears a scraping of stone across stone from above.... As though a statue were stirring....
The four gargoyles perched along the top of the facade (about 175 ft up), take up chunks of mortar and hurl them at the young (ancient) gladiator! Hurled mortar with -3 range penalty and -4 improvised weapon penalty misses.... Hurled mortar with -3 range penalty and -4 improvised weapon penalty narrowly misses.... Hurled mortar with -3 range penalty and -4 improvised weapon penalty confirm not a critical; deals bludgeoning damage to Tiberius! Hurled mortar with -3 range penalty and -4 improvised weapon penalty misses....
Will save vs Charmaine's DC 13 sanctuary effect Will save vs Charmaine's DC 13 sanctuary effect Will save vs Charmaine's DC 13 sanctuary effect Will save vs Charmaine's DC 13 sanctuary effect All four gargoyles resist Charmaine's magic!
Three of the gargoyles (those not fascinated by Michael's lament) hurl chunks of masonry down on the young heroes attempting to rush into the cathedral.... Masonry hurled at Paddy misses the rogue.... Masonry hurled at Alphonse misses the paladin.... Masonry hurled at Tevaga clips the inquisitor, dealing bludgeoning damage!
Will saves vs DC 12 fascinate (at -2 penalty due to being grief-stricken by the foul murder of one they were charged by Christ to protect) resists.... Will save fails.... This gargoyle lowers the chunk of mortar in its stony claws and listens with eyes closed and stony lips trembling to Michael's haunting lament.... Will save resists.... Will save resists.... Three of the four shake their stony, horned heads and resist the Warsong's sad melody, but one begins to weep tear-shaped pebbles and sets down its chunk of mortar....
The gargoyles wail in what sounds like bitter despair or sorrow, but raise their chunks of mortar as if to bombard any who try to enter the cathedral!
Suddenly, the gargoyle holding the chunk of mortar groans and reluctantly hurls the stone at the young acolyte as he tries to re-enter the cathedral! Hurled mortar with -4 range penalty confirm confirms critical, dealing bludgeoning damage to the young acolyte! The other three gargoyles groan in unison as they rip free more chunks of mortar from their perches....
Another gargoyle roars from its high perch, in Latin: Relinquo, mortalium! hoc nunc est in quibus pythonicus! English: Leave, mortals! This place belongs to the necromancer, now!
Four of the gargoyles on the roof stir uneasily, their stony wings beating the night air.... One calls down in a deep, gravelly voice, in Latin: Vade hinc! Nos maledictos! English: Go away! We are cursed!
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Tevaga also spots the gargoyle readying a chunk of mortar to drop on trespassers!
Ubchell catches sight of something disturbing on the roof overlooking the south facade of the cathedral: one of several gargoyles perched along the roof edge has broken away a chunk of mortar and holds it aloft, as if preparing to drop it on the heads of anyone who draws near to the cathedral.... |
