Nothing else in its existence was even worthy of note. It began walking in the direction of the Menerwerdhil Woods. Its steady, measured stride was constant, never increasing or decreasing. It did not require sleep, or any form of rest. As it walked the gashes and cracks from the battle with the Molburs slowly began to close, just as every other time before. By the time it reached the edge of the wood two weeks later, the body was once again pristine.
It stomped past the edge of the wood with stern anticipation. It bounced back, a surprised look came over its glassy obsidian face. It reached out and tried to push past the invisible barrier, but to no avail. Nothing in its memory seemed likely to be useful…wait, it remembered that it had taken the power to cross great distances instantaneously from a human mind bender many long years ago. It had never used that power, preferring to save it for a special occasion. Now was the time. The Nombril stood upright and erect, as always, and concentrated on breaching the barrier and looked as far ahead of him as the forest’s limited field of view would allow. It released the psionic energy, and felt itself being thrust through time and space. Instantaneously, The Nombril ceased to exist at the edge of the wood, and began to exist in his new location. Each place was graced with a loud “POP!” as the air around the construct rushed in to fill the suddenly emptied air and was just as suddenly forced out of the location of its arrival.
It looked around and surveyed its location. It was not where it had intended to go. In fact, it was nowhere near where it wanted to be. It was not really quite sure where it was at all. A quick introspection revealed that it was still on its native plane of existence. It looked around for some visual stimulus to connect with. Everywhere it looked, there was nothing but blinding white. It felt solid beneath the construct, so The Nombril took a tentative step forward. On the edge of its peripheral vision it saw now that there was a small rock outcropping sticking out of the icy glacial wasteland. It focused on the outcropping and began to walk…
Coming someday: D&D 4.0 stats for the creatures described here in this work of fiction.
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