<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/6/66/874717ebf8ddd8fd3ea8515490d5e362--male-elf-pirate-images.jpg/446px-874717ebf8ddd8fd3ea8515490d5e362--male-elf-pirate-images.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Ken Odd<br/><br/><strong>Rank: </strong>New Hire<br/><br/><strong>Race: </strong>Son of Elf woman and Odin...Demigod<br/><br/><strong>Classes: </strong>Atm None<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Forest of Dyn<br/><br/><strong> Attire:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ignore the Human Love the clothes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/vlFKR1L.jpg)</div></div><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Gt83Bg2.jpg)</div>Ken awoke to the sound of the animals in the forest. This was it. Today he got to teach a bunch of brats. That is if the headmasters accepted him any way. Well it seemed like the raven...what was its name...K, at least wanted to give him a shot. Well That was a start, One out of Three. His odds had improved he guessed.  He dug in his closet and pulled out a couple scraps of cloth. He cut the cloth into rudimentary shapes of clothing. He then began to draw the runes of making upon the cloths. When he was satisfied he had his intention in the right place he activated the runes and let them get together and begin stitching him a suit to wear.  He then walked out into the forest to find the small stream outside of the area from whence he had warded. It would still be just before day break, and he needed to smell at least somewhat presentable. He carried with him a soap he had made from animal tallow and some of this lovely mint smelling leaf. The lye was a little harder to find, but not everything could be made specifically from scratch if you didn’t have the right materials. Then again, magic had its uses, but he was taught to never use it as a crutch. He found the small river after a bit of walking. He stripped and stepped into the cool water. The morning had left a bit of a chill in the air, and a the stream was still cold from the night.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VD5gnBZ.jpg)</div>He bathed there in the stream and his mind took him back to Midgard.  He wandered if the gods were still worshiped there or not. And what had gone since their time in Helheim. If the Gods and Goddesses were forgotten, why had Ragnarok not wiped the slates clean. He shook his head. Asking these questions would get him no where. He finished bathing and began to walk back to the cabin he had been calling home.  He smiled as he looked around. He was going to miss this place. Then again what the hell. Maybe the Headmasters would let him keep it as his own quarters. It would be nice to not let everything he built here go to waste. Maybe the teacher whom was the caretaker would allow him to keep it here as a get away, a place to think away from the students. Who knows the caretaker might want the cabin himself. He closed his eyes searched for the four cornerstone runes. Without these four runes none of the wards would function and it would mostly just be useless magic flowing around the area.  He found the runes with his mind and crushed them.  He opened his eyes again and looked up to watch the wards and shields crumble and disintegrate.  It was getting close to sunrise, and he still needed to get dressed. He quickly threw on the suit which was finished and brushed out his hair. He looked one in the mirror and nodded. Good enough.<br/><br/>Ken smiled and began to walk towards the edge of the forest. Or at least what he hoped was the edge. The forest had a way of..shifting, to mess with the perception of what way was out and which way was deeper in. Once you learned the subtleties it wasn’t impossible to navigate, but it was difficult. He walked for what seemed like an hour in a relatively straight line, or at least what he hoped was a straight line. He passed a large rock growing mushrooms, red capped toadstools. He stopped and looked down at the rock. He swore it looked familiar, But last time the Toadstools were green, and the time before that they had domed lids, rather than umbrella shaped lids, but it was the same fucking rock. He growled in frustration then screamed into the air. “YOU WILL LET ME OUT OF THIS FOREST OR I SWEAR I WILL BURN YOU THE FUCK DOWN!!!!”