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One thousand years ago, superstition and the sword ruled.
It was a time of darkness. It was a world of fear.
It was the age of gargoyles.
Stone by day, warriors by night,
we were betrayed by the humans we had sworn to protect,
frozen in stone by a magic spell for a thousand years.
Now, here in Manhattan, the spell is broken, and we live again!
We are defenders of the night!
We are Gargoyles.

 We turn to the world of Gargoyles...

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• At the Police Clock Tower (Open)
• On Avalon (Open)
• In the Wyvern Building or the Castle on top of it. (Open)
• Deep in the sewers of New York (Open)
• We turn instead to a being in the Gargoyles world like... (Open)
• In the Eyrie Building and/or the Castle on top of it. Not the Wyvern Building in that parallel dimension. (Open)
• Somehwere in New York, reality ripples...
• fDEDGPYEvnuRAcRX (Open)

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