>>Jerry's open mouth serves as a cup for the rain, his lifeless eyes staring out at you, almost as though he wants something.

>>What does Jerry want?

>>The old man. The black stick that was pointed into his back made the sounds that caused Jerry to fall. The old man might be hurt by it as well. The stick might cause the old man to die, just like Jerry.

>>No one should die. Jerry wants you to keep the old man alive.

"Say your goddamn prayer!" The man's voice rings out like an explosion through the lonely warehouse, his fellows still as statues as they regard the old priest, soaked in his bed robes to the bone, tied to a chair and sobbing. The man points the black stick that rang out and caused Jerry's death at him.

You are holding: fist sized stone.

What do you do?

>>14102481

Chuck the rock at the guy holding the black stick!

Crash through the window in an attempt to land on the group of underlings, and chuck that rock at ol' "I gotta stick".

>>14102505
Of course, slowing our decent so as not to Jerry them.

>>14102505

You have already entered the warehouse.

>>14102500

You throw the rock with a practiced hand, the missile sailing into the startled man's hand, a sharp crack driving the stick from his hand as he shouts in pain. The other men with him pull metal sticks out from their coats, pointing them in your direction.

"Who the fuck threw that?" The man who held the black stick shouts angrily, his youthful features wrinkling over in anger.

Their eyes aren't made like yours. They can't see you.

What will you do?

Now we wait. The men will grow impatient and will start to search for you. They will not realize that you are a threat. When one of them is close, grab him and break his neck with a quick twist.

Then set the body aside and wait for another man to come. They'll keep coming like that until they decide to run. If they try to harm the priest before they run, kill them. Otherwise let them run.

>>14102584

You will wait. But you cannot kill them. Not like Jerry.

Your heavy body is silent as you climb up the side of a nearby crate, and you wait.

"You think you can hide, asshole?" The man shouts, and you can hear leather shoes trying to be silent on the concrete. One looks below you, to his right, to his left, never above.

You reach down, half climb down in fact, and plant your fist against the base of his skull with a dull "thunk". He makes a quiet gasp, and you catch him by the neck as his gun clatters to the ground, easing him down to the floor. You only realize now how big these men are, probably two feet taller than you if you stand on your tip toes.

"Chris?" You hear one of the men, one who has not spoken yet, call out as he makes his way over.

You hunch back up above the structure, still as stone.

Two men approach Chris' prone form in the dark from opposite sides. One has a small pen light.

What do you do?

>>14102669
Who is closer? Can the see the body? Are either of them within sight of each other?

>>14102669

Keep waiting for them to come over. Let them collect Chris. If in the process of getting Chris neither of them are looking at you, knock them both out. If you cannot catch both of them by surprise, do not try at all.

>>14102808

They can see him, and each other. At least the man with the pen light is visible to his friend.

>>14102821

"Hey, Chris?" One of them says, kicking his downed friend. Chris lets out a muffled groan.

"He's KO'd. Christ." The other one says, putting his fingers to Chris' neck. "Alright, spread out."

You drop on one's back as he turns around, your clawed toes finding purchase in his ribs as you bop him solidly across the back of the head. He falls forward, and you skitter off as his friend turns around, the pen light rolling to illuminate your granite leg.

He doesn't fire at first. "The fu-"

You lunge, grabbing for purchase on his body. His stick rapports a few times, with an echoing zing as you kick him in he stomach, sending him flying bodily back across the hallway. You drop the tattered rips of his jacket as you stalk over to him. He clutches his stomach and groans. You give him a pat on the head, and he falls into a dreamless sleep.

The final person in the group stalks into the hallway just near the light. You leap atop one of the crates, clinging to the sheer metal with your amazing strength. You pull him up and smack the side of his head, and he loses consciousness, dropping his stick. You still hold him as the man, still in the light cast by the overhead lamps, quickly picks up his black stick with his uninjured hand. He points it at the old man.

"You come out here or I'll kill him right now!" He shouts, panic in his voice.

"Lord have mercy." The old man whispers.

What will you do?

>>14102881

The black sticks are powerful weapons. Pick up the one Chris dropped and throw it at the man's head. Obviously it will be powerful enough to stop him.

rolled 11 = 11

>>14102881
If we're so stealthy, I say we swoop down from the light on top of him.

>>14102905

Chris had a metal colored stick, not a black one.

put the man you just knocked unconscious up on top of the crates, and then pick up the metal stick. It feels strangely light to you, and is an L shape. You hurl it from the ground, hoping for a repeat performance, but the lightness of it causes it to sail past him harmlessly.

"You think-" He says, angry as his stick makes a clicking noise. "THIS IS A FUCKING JOKE?!" Two sharp cracks issue forth from the stick with bright flashes as the ground near the old man smokes, powdered stone rising into the air. "YOU GET OUT HERE NOW OR HE'S FUCKING DEAD!" He shouts, the stick clicking again.

rolled 4 = 4

>>14102969
Once again voting for DESCENDING LIKE THE GODDAMN BATMAN.

>>14102969

Alright, time to get the drop on him like >>14102940 said.

Call out to him, "I'll come. Your man got my leg, so I'm gimping over. But I'll come."

Then quickly and quietly get above the man with the stick, and drop on him.

>>14102999

The beams of the building are rounded, with little room for purchase, and the skylight would betray your position. If you had time, you would certainly try it, but you know you have to act now.

>>14102940

You silently creep back up the side of the crate. You spread your wings, gliding down into the light towards the man. Your stony features illuminated, your claws outstretched, you fly, impossibly, towards him, mouth open in a silent hiss.

"What in the FUCK!" The man shouts, turning his gun from the old man towards you. The stick cracks once, twice. The second time, you feel a sharp pain in your right wing as a hole is formed in the stony membrane. You smash into him, the force of your attack and the pain of your wing causing you to lose your grip on him as he is bowled back a good 15 feet. You stand between him and the old man, jaws open as you let out a ferocious hiss. He looks at you, eyes wide, and begins scrambling to get up, trying to run away.

"Jesus Christ." The old man gasps.

Your wing hurts, but you're still fully capable of moving.

What do you do?

>>14103065

Leap at the man escaping, crack his head against the floor.

>>14103065

We have to make the bad man sleep. If he dropped his bang stick grab it and throw it away. Otherwise, charge him and pat him on the head.

Then untie the priest.

>>14103088

Your legs spread slightly, your tail curls as you coil mineral sinew for a pounce. This is the man who did it. This is the man who killed Jerry. This is the man who wants to kill the old man, who put a hole in your wing. He cannot escape. You feel a terrible heat well up in your chest as you let loose an animalistic snarl, springing like a tiger at the man just as he finishes standing.

"Aaah!" He screams, high pitched and terrified. His stick levels at you and makes a single crack. You feel a vibration through your head as the right side of your vision goes dark. A terrible, piercing pain penetrates the spot, and you taste powdered stone as you land just in front of the man on all fours, your right hand clutching at your eye.

Or, rather, where your eye used to be. You feel jagged unworked granite in its place, raw and unformed. You scream, a terrifying blast of primal noise that shakes the man into inaction for a moment. You head the stick click hollowly after a silent moment as you writhe in pain, and then the man starts to run.

Your vision is blurred, you're in a lot of pain, but you know you can still catch him. You feel a black malice in the pit of your stomach.

What will you do?

rolled 9 = 9

>>14103210
A guardian is always prepared!

If he's showing no signs of coming back and has no other weapons that we can see, then leave him be. Tend to the old man, instead.

>>14103210

Click means no bang. Eat his heart.

>>14103210

You don't need eyes to catch him. He is noisy, and slow, and stupid. And his bang stick isn't working now.

Catch him, and make him regret his sins.

>>14102999

Hrm, alright, I either need a tiebreaker or we're going with the "You're conflicted option. Giving it till the :32 minute mark, otherwise I will roll for it (1d3: high first post, low last post, 2 conflicted)

God damnit, i wanna go to bed but i must know whats going to happen

>>14103336

You have two posts (one of which is mine) saying "get him" and one post saying "let him run"

>>14103374
I (>>14103252) change my mind. Eliminate him, for friend, old man, and demacia.

>>14103315
>>14103265
(That'll teach me not to refresh)

You feel the emotion course through your body as you run on all fours, leaping onto the sides of crates as your body flows like a missile at its target. You don't know if he can shoot that thing again. And you don't care. He gets a hand on the door just as you spring with a screech on him. You reach out, clutching into his meaty calf like it was a paper sack full of sponge with a stick inside. Warm red liquid runs out onto your hand, and you pull, the man screaming as he falls backward. He tries hitting you, his hand bruising on impact as you grin, a row of caringly sculpted teeth bearing a grimace.

He tries next to remove your hand from his leg, and you twist his outstretched wrist like a doorknob, a sharp crack eliciting from within it. He yelps, and you grab his shoulder, slamming his head down onto your stony horns, the impact puncturing his jawbone and breaking it. You dig your claws into his skull, lifting his upper body off of the ground as you savagely slam his head into the ground till it cracks like an egg. Blood and spinal fluid pool around his head as he struggles to maintain consciousness. You reach and grab his ribcage like it was a hatch, pulling the front of it out of his chest with a sickening crack. You grasp his still beating heart in your mouth and crush it between pointed stony teeth, the remains deposited in a freshly sculpted stomach.

You hope that hurt.

You have learned: What it means to hate.

You are half-painted with his blood.

You feel better.

What do you do?

>>14103489
Return to the priest. We protect righteous from evil

>>14103489
Now we go check on the old man. :D

Pic related.

>>14103489

Glorious.

Return to the old priest, ask him where he needs to be. Then pat him on the head (gently, of course) and return him home before he wakes up.

>>14103489
Return to the priest without, knocking him out.

>>14103523

Don't go straight to the old man. Hang back in the shadows and talk to him. Say, "Remain calm. The murderer has met his end. I will untie your bonds so that you can make your escape. Can you get home on your own?"

Give him a chance to get used to the idea of you, and then help him.

>>14103584
He would probably live in the church/Cathedral? We came froml

>>14103523
>>14103521

You feel the sharp, aching pain in your face, remembering the old man. He is safe now. You walk back over towards him, hands, torso and face covered in fresh blood.

He tries futilely to get away as he sees you. "Oh God! Stay back! Stay back you monster!" His feet scrape at the ground in terror, his chair jerking back as you approach

>>14103619
Make the sign of the cross and take him back to the church. Knock him out

>>14103637

Make the sign of the cross but do NOT knock him out. He is an old man, such treatment is harder for old men to recover from.

Instead, untie his bonds and let him run.

>>14103718
Forgot the old part.

(If I don't post for a while, just assume you can act from there.)

So whadda ya do? How do you deal with him?

>>14103735
We take him home basically. Make the sign of the cross

Perhaps the best way to deal with the old priest is to make the sign of the cross at him, and then back away. Let him wait awhile, and then approach again, hands open like a supplicant. If he doesn't become too agitated, untie him then.

He needs time to get used to the idea that the gargoyle isn't hostile to him.

>>14103735
Make the sign of the cross and be as docile as we can. If he keeps flinching, slowly retract and give him some room.

Also, can we speak to them?

You stop walking, looking the priest in the eye. You raise your right hand, putting it on your left shoulder, then your right shoulder. He looks on, bewildered. You touch your forehead and then the center of your chest. He stops trying to get away. You walk slowly, calmly towards him, and as you grasp the ropes, he stiffens, as though expecting you to pull him into your grasp, but you shred the weaved nylon as gently as possible. The priest stands.

"How... What in the hell are you?" He says, looking down at you with a mixture of fear and confusion.

>>14103805

You can speak, with the ability to shape your own vocal chords there's no end to the range of sounds you can make.

>>14103850

"I am Tom. They stole Jerry's life, and stole you. The thief of life will steal nothing else. Let's go home. Can you go without me? People are not used to my kind."

>>14103850
"Someone who must punish the wicked."

>>14103910
This, goes with the whole gargoyal thing

>>14103910

"Someone who must punish the wicked."

Your words surprise him, and he takes a single step back.

"My god, I'm not dreaming, am I?" He rummages in his pocket, pulling out a rosary. The old man looks at it without much relief. "No, no I'm not. Jesus."

He looks down at you. "I have a great many questions for you."

>>14103910
I'm not even really following the quest, but dammit, this!

>>14104022

Nod, like a boss.

>>14104022
Nod our head, and say:

"I will answer as much as I know, but not here. We must return to my home at the Cathedral. I grow weary..." as we grasp at our wounds.

Hey, OP

Just want to let you know that this quest is pretty awesome and thank you for that.

Unfortunately I can't participate. Need to sleep.
I will read it later on archive.

>>14104036
>>14104061


"I will answer as much as I know, but not here. We must return to my home at the Cathedral. I grow weary..." You feel a sharp pain where your eye used to be, and clutch at it with a quiet hiss, the pain nearly causing you to fall over.

"At which Cathedral?" The priest says as it slowly dawns on him. "Oh god, you're what he was firing at." He shakes his head. "You're right. Let's go."

You walk in front of him, your hand protecting the sensitive stone in your face as you walk out the entrance.

"Oh..." The priest puts his hand over his mouth, balking for a moment as he sees the remains of the man who would have killed him. He continues out the door quickly.

You lead him back to the cathedral from rooftop to rooftop. He seems weary when he reaches the heavy doors, and you can feel lethargy from the coming dawn setting in. Your fellow gargoyle has already gone to sleep. You know you can stay awake while the sun is up, but you will slowly become more and more weary until you freeze up. The old man makes his way to the roof in his fresh priestly garb.

What do you do?

>>14104145

"Sun rises. I sleep. Come tonight and ask questions. Good morning, Father."

Turn to stone in "deal with it" pose.

>>14104145
Stand solemn; gargoyles aren't pussies.

If he asks, tell him:

"Justice was served through fist and stone. Though evil never sleeps, this humble sentinel needs rest."

If he continues about our wounds, kindly request that we need repairs, as we can't heal this on our own (or at least I don't think we can, unless our gargoyle friends have something).

>>14104212

"Justice was served through fist and stone." You say, turned partially away from the priest.

"Not the kind of justice I'm used to." The priest says. "Your face, is it-"

You realize you have him on your blind side. "It hurts, but I'll live."

"I have a buffer if that would be of any help. I don't know if it would."

"Leave it out. I'll get to it later."

The priest begins to assert himself. "Well then, wh-"

"Sun rises. I sleep." You interrupt him as the pain flares up again. "Come tonight and ask questions."

You get onto your perch, giving the remains of Jerry and the other gargoyle a glance as you do so.

"I... I suppose I should get some sleep as well." The priest looks around. "You're still bloody, I brought a rag for you..." He looks around for something. "And I could have sworn there was a bucket of water up here."

You could honestly care less what the people down below will think if they see you covered in dried blood. You cross your arms, hunched up with your knees near your chest, your single eye gazing into the first rays of the rising sun.

"Good morning, Father."

>>14104345
What now guys?

>>14104345
What happens next?

>>14104362

Now you sleep, until next evil wakes.

The next gargoyle quest will be friday night. Do you guys want to archive this or shall I do it again?

rolled 98 = 98

>>14104345

Let's roll for crazy gargoyle daydreams.

>>14104453
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/14102426/

Done and done, OP.

Sorcerer quest will start in a couple minutes, if you guys want to stick around for that.

I will have a meeting going on at :30, but I should still be able to update at a fair pace.

>>eartier NATION

The fuck, capcha.

>>14104465

Huh, that's unusual.

Thanks.

See you next time!