Following a long trek back to the Sacred Stone Monastery and having dispatching the limited resistance found therein, the party returned to the deep stairwell they had forsaken previously.  250 feet of descending darkness awaited.  Upon reaching the bottom of the stairwell, the party made their first tentative foray into the darkness, finding stiff resistance awaiting them.

The ancient stone hallway at the bottom of the stairwell led into a large open cavern.  The cracked stone walkway cut across the center of the cavern, seemingly held aloft by its own inherent strength alone.  Beneath the walkway was nothing but inky darkness, and the ceiling likewise was out of site.  Sadly, the dwarves that built the walkway had little concern for workplace safety, and the walkway lacked any form of guardrails.

Despite the word "trap" all but being written on the stone surface, the party ventured into the bleak blackness, hellbound on finding someone (or something) to kill.  Their wishes were quickly granted as they were set upon by three stone gargoyles.  Unfortunately for the party, the gargoyles had wings and they didn't.  Their attackers were quick to press this advantage, repeatedly trying to knock various heroes from the precipice.  The party had a number of close calls, but ultimately dispatched the gargoyles without taking a dive.

Several of our heroes were moderately wounded and exhausted.  The party determined that discretion was (temporarily) the better part of valor and withdrew to catch their collective breath.