After falling in battle, this particular warforged managed to go into a deep hibernation, conserving its inner workings to stave off death. It could still sense the subtle life force of the trees and animals around it, which constantly enveloped the warforged in peace. A wizard with an obsession of collecting warforged parts discovered the nameless warforged and took its head back to his cave. The nameless warforged sensed it wasn't where it used to be and became resentful. It decided to become more aware and understand the situation it was in, at the risk of shortening its lifespan. Luckily the wizard kept his warforged neatly on a shelf near where the wizard researched and performed his magic. The nameless one stared motionless for years, learning magic in secret. Eventually, one night while the wizard was sleeping, the warforged hatched a plan to become fully functional again. It decided to take advantage of the wizard's specialty in mimic creation. The nameless one started projecting beams of light from his eyes forming ancient runes on failed mimic creations scattered around the cave. Absent of human error, the magic worked swiftly and the failed mimics were given life. It guided the mimics to gather various parts of dismantled warforged inside the cave, and started building a body. The nameless one commanded the mimics through its thoughts and managed to have the flesh hungry creatures morph into missing parts to complete its anatomy. Its newly formed body picked up its dusty head and attached it to the neck. The warforged was full of spite, and murdered the wizard without hesitation. It wasn't satisfied, just as much as its mimics weren't satiated from eating the remains of the wizard, the nameless one decided to protect all nature and hunt down anyone who threatens it.