In the ancient jungles of Ghur, where shadows mingle with mist and every step can mean death, there lived a Skink Oracle named Itzi-Huichi. This small but wise creature was chosen to serve his Slann Master Oxa'Laku, an ancient and powerful wizard who ruled over the armies of the Seraphon. His original home was Temple Ship Yungaloq, but during one of his many quests outside the Temple Ship, he was injured and the Slann on the Temple Ship did not bring his body back, thinking him dead.
And so he was left alone to join the adventurers, of which there was never a shortage in Ghur. In time, he even stumbled upon a group of wild Seraphon and helped them for several decades. Time passed and it was while he was helping his wild comrades in battle against the minions of Chaos that Temple Ship Yungaloq re-entered this world and captured its aura. In the midst of the battle Itzi-Huichi disappeared in a flash and the wildlings thought he had abandoned them. But after a few heartbeats, many more flashes appeared and the Seraphon army swept away the chaos warriors.
Returning to Temple Ship Yungaloq, Itzi-Huichi found that his master was already carrying out the plan in Aqsha, so he asked Lord Apo'rok-ekko if he could join his master. A visit to this world, however, was not in the Temple ship flight plan and so they dropped Itzi-Huichi off as close as they could. Even so, he had a journey of several months ahead of him. When he arrived at the Cave of Rok-Nar where his comrades were to be he found only a giant number of Seraphon statues, living statues. He could feel the magic that flowed through the place and knew that something had warped the magic that was supposed to protect his race. Gradually he searched for a place where the magic was strong enough to break the spell. First he found the place Fossilised Oxa'Laku where his master Oxa'Laku and his guardian Rok-Nar rested in the form of statues, but here, even though the place was charged with magic, he could not perform the ritual. After a long search, he finally found one suitable place. It was the Tower of Friendship, now just the ruins of a place where Elven and Human mages lived together. For several weeks he drew runes on the wall and watched the sky, waiting for the right constellation of stars. And when the time was right, he harnessed the magical winds and cast a spell. A small blue wind headed towards the Fossilised Oxa'Laku and disappeared.
Itzi-Huichi returned to the cave, but his brothers still took the form of stone statues. He knew he had failed when a deafening roar cut through the silence. Rok-Nar was awake, the spell was working, it would just take a while for everyone to wake up.