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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BLACKDIRGE" data-source="post: 588296" data-attributes="member: 1953">Grummok (age 26): Male Gargoyle Rog 3; CR 7; Medium Magical Beast; HD 4d10+3d6+42; hp 81; Init +4; Spd 45 ft., fly 75 ft. (average); AC 23 (+4 Dex, +4 natural, +4 studded leather armor, +1 ring); Atk +10 melee (1d4+2, 2 claws), +8 melee (1d6+1, bite), +8 melee (1d6+1 gore); SA sneak attack +2d6; SQ darkvision 60 ft., uncanny dodge (Dex to AC), DR 15/+1, freeze, evasion; AL NE; SV Fort +11, Ref +11, Will +3; Str 14, Dex 18, Con 22, Int 13, Wis 12, Cha 12.  Skills (56 pts): Bluff +4, Disguise +10, Hide +15, Intimidate +5, Listen +9, Move Silently +21, Open Lock +7, Spot +9.  Feats: Multiattack, Weapon Finesse (claw, bite, gore), Exotic Weapon Proficiency (garrote)   Languages: Undercommon, Terran, Drow  Possessions: ring of protection +1, +1 studded leather armor, boots of elvenkind, wire garroteFreeze (Ex): Grummok can hold himself so still that he appears to be a statue. An observer must succeed at a Spot check (DC 20) to notice Grummok is really alive.Evasion (Ex): If exposed to any effect that normally allows a character to attempt a Reflex saving throw for half damage, Grummok takes no damage with a successful saving throw.Since the death of Kormok, Grummok and Bremok have practiced much greater caution in their nightly hunting forays. The Ghetto of Foreigners has become the two gargoyles primary hunting ground and the district’s numerous taverns and seedy inns provide ample prey numbed by drink and desperation. Although the hunting is good, Grummok has become increasingly frustrated with Bremok’s inclination for wanton slaughter and brutality. Grummok’s dull witted sibling has no concept of the finer points of murder and tends to rip his prey to shreds before even a descent whimper can be wringed from the unfortunate. Grummok has tried to school Bremok in the subtle methods of inflicting pain and prolonged suffering but the hulking gargoyle has no patience for it and Grummok has begun to hunt alone. Grummok enjoys his solo hunts immensely for it allows him to indulge his lust for pain and torment, glutting himself with malice and cruelty. The gargoyle has a special place he brings victims he wishes to torture at length, a burnt out building in one of the most deplorable districts in the entire city. The Ghetto of Savages is home to the humanoid mercenaries often employed by the drow as bodyguards or soldiers; it is a terrible slum consisting of little more than flophouses and ramshackle huts. The stench from the district is bad enough to deter even ghouls from entering its borders and it is perfect for a gargoyle rogue who wishes for a bit of privacy to indulge his fiendish hobby.Unbeknownst to Grummok his kidnappings and torture sessions have not gone unnoticed and have in fact attracted the attention of one who would change the gargoyle’s life forever. Jen Kedar Everhate, guild master of assassins in Erelhei-Cinlu, is always on the lookout for potential recruits. He had been watching Grummok for quite some time and was impressed with the skills the gargoyle displayed. Gargoyles were not normally known for their subtlety and the drow assassin was intrigued with the unusual Grummok. Jen Kedar decided to offer the gargoyle a chance to join his guild if he could prove himself worthy of such an honor.Jen Kedar made his offer on a night Grummok had gone out hunting without his brother. The drow assassin had no interest in Bremok, finding the big gargoyle’s methods crude and coarse, and had waited for a chance to confront Grummok alone. Jen Kedar waited for Grummok to show up in the Ghetto of Foreigners, his favorite hunting grounds, and followed the gargoyle as he tailed a potential victim. Grummok had chosen a duergar trader that had spent too much time in one of the local inns. Stinking drunk, the unfortunate gray dwarf was completely unaware of the silent death that stalked him through the streets of Erelhei-Cinlu. Grummok followed the duergar from the rooftops and chose his moment to strike with the precision of a well-trained professional. The drunken dwarf had been ambling down the street of lies and had suddenly stopped to vomit the sour contents of his stomach onto the cracked cobblestones. Silent as a spider, Grummok had floated down for the rooftops with barely a flutter of his wings and had approached the dwarf disguised as a beggar. Pretending to be a concerned passerby, Grummok bent over the dwarf who was still heaving up the cheap beer he had consumed by the gallon hours before, and nonchalantly slipped the wire garrote around the duergar's neck. The poor dwarf caught one glance at his assailant’s horrific face before his throat was pinched shut and he was dragged bodily into one of the many alleys that lined the street of lies.Grummok took his time strangling the dwarf; repeatedly loosening the garrote just before the dwarf lost consciousness and allowing him to partially recover, then strangling him all over again. After over half an hour of toying with the dwarf Grummok was finally overcome with blood lust and sank his wicked teeth into the soft flesh at the base of the dwarf’s skull. The duergar convulsed once and then was still and Grummok drug his victim further into the alley to consume his prize. Grummok was just about to begin his feast when a voice suddenly whispered out of the darkness. “That was well done, if a bit messy there towards the end.” The voice had a slight lisp and had spoken in the language of the drow, not the common tongue of the underdark. Grummok leapt up from the corpse of the duergar and quickly scanned the alley with his darkvision but could not locate the origin of the voice. “ Who are you?” Grummok called softly in drow, straining his eyes for a sign of any movement.A soft chuckle emanated from the still darkness. “I thought you might be able to speak our language. You are quite the extraordinary little beast, aren’t you?” the tone of the voice was light and there was obvious mirth in its dulcet tones. “Well, let us dispense with this game and get down to business.” The air in front of Grummok began to ripple like a still pond disturbed by an errant stone and suddenly a tall well-dressed drow man materialized a few feet away from the stunned gargoyle. The drow was tall for his race and lanky with an achingly handsome face and a shock of white hair cropped close to his head. A long black cloak hung from the drow’s shoulders and Grummok could see the glint of fine mail links beneath the dark fabric. There were no obvious weapons on the newcomer but Grummok had no doubt that the drow was far from unarmed.Grummok squared his shoulders and stood to his full height, unfurling his wings to make him appear larger. “What do you want?” he said in drow, inflecting as much venom as he could in those four short words. “This kill is mine, and I will fight for it.”“I am no thief, friend.” The drow responded smiling hugely. “ I am something far, far worse.” The drow’s eyes gleamed threateningly and his smile took on a predatory gape. “ I have watched you for quite some time now and I must say that I am impressed with your skills, especially since you have had no formal training.”“What skills are you talking about?” Grummok said his eyes narrowing in suspicion.The drow pointed to the corpse at the gargoyles feet and raised his silvery eyebrows suggestively. “Don’t be so modest, you do good work. You are quick, when you want to be, and…. lingering when there is a need for such things. Trust me I am quite knowledgeable in such matters for I am Jen Kedar Everhate, and I am the guild master of assassins in Erelhei-Cinlu.” The drow paused for effect and then made his pitch. “I could have need of such a being as you, if you are interested and able to prove yourself. Personally, I have no doubt that with training you would make a formidable assassin.”Grummok was intrigued; here was possibly a chance to gain a tiny bit of the power he had oft dreamed of as well as the opportunity to indulge his sadism. Grummok, showing his inexperience and more eagerness than he would have liked jumped at the drow’s offer. “You spoke of proving myself, what must I do to join your guild.”The predatory smile suddenly returned to Jen Kedar’s noble features and he spoke with obvious pleasure. “It’s quite simple really. You just have to kill your brother.”</blockquote>

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