For days the gargoyle had been wandering the wilds, with no plan in mind so much as a need to go. He knew not his destination, or if he even had one. Along the way he encountered a surprising number of people, many of whom didn’t seem fond of him. He was greeted with everything from annoyance at a mistake he’d been unaware he made, to outright aggression at the sight of such an odd beast.
One encounter was more unusual. Norby had been following the curve of the land, neglecting any roads in favor of wherever his steps carried him. In the low scar of a gorge he found a man, but one who did not react to his approach. The gargoyle called out in Irian, receiving no response. He tried a greeting in another tongue, though this one was only vaguely in his mind. Still nothing. Not even a shift in position. He stepped closer. The man clutched a sword in one hand, his arm limp and outstretched from his body. Closer inspection revealed a red bloom across the stranger’s chest, and two feathered sticks poking out from below a plate of metal. A foul stench hung in the air. Norby’s brow furrowed, and he hesitantly gave the man a nudge with his knuckles. Nothing. He was empty.
With a frown, the gargoyle murmured a phrase that he hardly recognized, but it slipped from his lips as easily as rain from a grey sky. Where he’d learned it he couldn’t say, but it felt like the right thing to say to someone empty.
For a few minutes more, he watched the stranger, jeweled eyes finally dipping to his weapon. Norby had no interest in making people empty, but everyone he had come across had been carrying a blade of some kind of another. If he carried one too, maybe they would know he wasn’t just a monster. Crouching, he mumbled thanks to the stranger, pulling the hilt from stiffened fingers. Using a length of leather he’d found on the person, he strapped the blade to his back, between his wings, then continued on his path.
His travels were uninterrupted for only a few miles before he came upon a stampede of water rushing along through the land. Words bounced around in his head for a few moments before “river” stuck out amongst the others. Norby stayed well back from the edge. He remembered when he had woken up, and the same panic he’d felt then tied a knot in his chest now at just the sight of so much water. He would walk on, but not so close that he might fall in.
The sun drooped down to the earth again, disappearing from sight to hide from the moon as it rose opposite. He walked on as they chased each other at a snail’s pace through the sky. When once again the sun rose, Norby could see a structure rising ahead. A massive building, miles across, but completely lacking a roof. The river ran directly through the wall after passing between a grin of iron teeth near the base. Norby would enter as well, but through the large gate instead. He stepped warily into line behind a horse-drawn wagon entering the city, but besides a few odd looks, he was not assaulted. Perhaps it was only people on the road who would attack.
Once inside the walls, the curious glances came less frequently. Many of the people here were very different in appearance from each other, and it gave the gargoyle comfort to know that everyone was out of place here, and therefore fit in perfectly. Still, questions rang in his mind. He needed answers, the most important of which was regarding the place he had come from. It had been a temple, that much he simply knew, but to what or whom he hadn’t the vaguest idea. The citizens he asked seemed to struggle with the very concept of what a temple was. “There’s nothing like that here” was the most frequent answer he received.
Information would have to be gotten elsewhere. He could recall an image in his head. Information, but not spoken. It was kept on thin sheets bound together called… He struggled for a moment to remember. …Books! They were all kept together on shelves, in a big room, almost a smaller version of the temple itself. What was it called? Did he even have the knowledge he was trying to remember?
In his distraction, he failed to notice a figure approaching just as preoccupied. The pair collided, both bumping to a stop and staring at the other. This person looked more like a creature than a man, but despite extra arms and a reptilian appearance, they stood upright like anyone else Norby had met. The flustered gargoyle blinked stupidly a moment. He felt like there was something he was supposed to say, but he couldn’t think of it, so he spat out the first thing on his mind. “Book temple?” he asked, defaulting to Common for the foreign-looking stranger. “There are questions, I need a book temple.” His clarification, though certainly his best effort, was not likely to be very helpful. Still he could hope. Maybe this strange person would be able to help.