From the Memoirs of Davi Peryn:
Once my new friends had destroyed the strange abominations within the Gatekeeper crypt I took careful note of what was retrieved, although I did not attempt to stop them from taking their spoils as it seemed only fair after the trouble they had helped me avoid.
Alas Gethix, the mysterious representative of “Che Harana” and the Bone Tree clan was waiting for us at the once we existed. Although he did not object to us reinstating the Glyph Mosaic in the front of the Monolith I do not think it will serve to keep others from entering the crypt as it somehow did before. And as before, his silence seems only to indicate that if we attempt to do anything contrary to his wishes violence will be quick and final.
We rode under his instruction for the rest of the day, camping that night within a small copse of trees that was not covered with water. I have to say that riding giant beetles is a disturbing experience that I do not think will catch on any time soon, mostly because the strange skittering noises they make are strange to the ear.
That night my new friend Cedric woke me quietly, evidently we were to abandon Gethix and slip away in the night, Elrick had been given a strange vision that none would survive a visit to the Bone Tree.
We quietly slipped away into the night leaving the sleeping Gethix behind us. We travelled through the night and the next day before resting, only to be attacked once we thought we might be safe. Gethix and a large force came out of the swamp and raided our encampment, fighting hard against myself and my companions.
During the raid they seemed to be searching for something in our packs and on our Bugs, announcing loudly that “It’s not here, they’re a diversion” when they opened a large box that Cedric had been looking after.
They did not leave once they had discovered whatever ruse my companions seemed to be perpetrating but fought all the harder to try and kill us. Only the timely intervention of a tribe of Orcs and Half-Orcs called the “Fat Tusk” tribe drove off our attackers.
That night the Fat Tusk tribe welcomed us into their encampment, telling us of their long standing feud with the Bone Tree Clan. They intended to launch a raid into the Bone Tree lands in retaliation for the attack on us as the Bone Tree had invaded Fat Tusk lands to get to us, and invited the group to join them.
Much merriment and feasting was had, my new friend Grant was frequently challenged to arm wrestling competitions and won most of them. On the morrow the Clan elder gave us a drink that he called “Gaeth’ad” which filled us all with a warmth and passion we found hard to control. I am not sure what went into the tea but it certainly seemed to help my meagre fighting abilities, this may be an indication of why the Orcish warriors are famed as tough and hard to keep down.
We travelled fast with our new allies towards the lands of the Bone Tree, encountering their forces and battling fiercely. Some of their warriors had allowed themselves to be covered in some form of Ooze which slowly ate away at them but also made them extremely dangerous to us as they would hold the Fat Tusk warriors down and allow the Ooze to eat into them at they themselves where consumed.