You touch one willing creature to protect it with regenerating bark. Until the Spell ends, the target’s skin assumes a bark-like appearance, and at the start of each of the target’s turns, the target gains a Temporary Vitality.

As you crush oak bark in your fist, completing the incantation, silence hangs briefly. Suddenly, a profound groan echoes, resembling an ancient oak's creak. Bark sprouts from your hand, weaving up your arm and enveloping your torso. Encased in bark, you sense nature's shield embracing you, a safeguard against the unknown.

I Cast Barkskin
Whispering to the very essence of the skin, I grip a handful of bark, placing my other hand on my ally's back. Pores bloom with fibrous resin, as their skin adopts the rugged yet pliable texture of oak. Behold, armor woven from the essence of the green realm.