Gnurl picks out the biggest, meanest-looking, strongest gargoyle and casts Baleful Polymorph on him. "A thin little shell and a slimy trail, I command thee: BE A SNAIL!"
IC: As the clumsily flying gargoyes wing their way away from the party, Gnurl gets off a parting shot with his wand of Magic Missile so they don't soon forget the fate that they suffered at our hands.
The snail proves quite durable, but a few stout whacks with a morning star does the trick. The wizard and the warlock bring down 4 more Gargoyles before they manage to get out of range. A man who smells of death and is covered open sores is revealed within the rug. He looks vaguely familiar...
Gnurl immediately wipes the snail goo from his morning star on some nearby grass. "Man, that blasted snail was a booger to mash! What's up with ol' "Sores" over there, we know him from somewhere, don't we?"