Oko - Restrains Veil-cursed Garruk in vines

In a way, Oko pitied the big hunter struggling to break free from the net of thorn-laced vines. The fey limped around a mass of seething vegetation, admiring his handiwork: its flexibility, strength, and ability to regrow with such speed and vicious energy. A good thing, too, given the size of the stranger who had come within a hair’s breadth of murdering him. The man’s rusty helm covered his hair and the top half of his face, making him look all grimace and teeth.

What a brute! The hunter seemed larger now than when Oko had first realized someone was stalking him through an otherwise pleasant forest on a plane whose name he did not yet know. The size difference wasn’t because night had fallen and a full moon changed how objects looked within its glossy light. Magic was afoot.

The veins visible beneath the man’s pallid skin were streaked with darkness. Blood trickling from a hundred scratches on his body where thorns tore his skin flowed a noxious black, corrupted with a foul rot. Certainly he smelled rank with dried blood, mud, and substances Oko did not care to reflect on. The matted cloak and filthy clothes held enough stink to slaughter a more sensitive nose than his own.

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