Oko - Memorywipes Will and Rowan

“Apologies, Lord Oko. Rowan and I have to get back to our duties. We can’t thank you enough. If you or your companion need anything, please find us.”

Oko’s smile held an eerie glamer. His gaze fixed first on Rowan and then on Will, drawing them closer as if by force of will. “No need to thank me, my friends. Really, you need not think about our meeting at all now we’re parting ways. You have duties and obligations and I have my own quest to attend to. I’ve learned so much from you that makes my task here all so much clearer to me now. My thanks.”

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Throne of Eldraine: The Wildered Quest, Part One: Harvest

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A big man emerged from a gap in the tangle of thorny vegetation that grew around the edge of the field. He wore the rough clothing of a hunter and carried a huge axe.

A headache sprang to life between Rowan’s eyes. She was sure she ought to know the man but when her mind tried to grab hold of a name it felt as if a hammer were pounding against her memory so loudly she couldn’t hear the answer.

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Sunlight glinted on the pale stone remains of the fallen tower. Grass swayed in a mellow breeze. A man lounged at his ease in a vine-draped seat constructed out of pieces of marble into a mockery of a throne. He held a skull at arm’s length, studying it with a rueful but good-natured frown. As they reined their horses to a halt, he looked up and his eyes widened.

“Rowan and Will Kenrith!” he said with an exaggerated aspect of surprise. “How are you come here?”

A spike of agonizing pain lanced deep behind Rowan’s eyes. She pressed a hand over her face, thinking her eyes were about to bleed out, but the pain faded. When she opened her eyes, she blinked several times and stared. Beside her, Will’s mouth had dropped open as he gaped like a lackwit. Finally, he spoke.

“Lord Oko?” He said the name hesitantly.

“Oko!” Rowan echoed as the memory of that day flooded over her.

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Throne of Eldraine: The Wildered Quest, Part Two: Winter