Night casts her ebony cloak across the wilds of Eastern Rivenspire. At the crumbled ruins of the Valeguard Tower stands a solitary grey statue of a winged beast curled up as if asleep upon its feet.
As I approach the lonely sentinel for a better look, I only realize my mistake when I am close enough to notice its giant fists slowly uncurling.
Sounds of grind, creak, scuff and scrape echo violently across the rocky dale as the giant monolith haltingly straightens to its full hulking height and stretches out its huge bat-like wings. With flesh of stone, razor sharp claws, and craggy teeth in crusted jaws, the Gargoyle awakens to wreck scabrous havoc upon the night.