The Stranger Before Them Resembled The Nobles Back Home. And The Very Reverence He Spoke To Them, It

The stranger before them resembled the nobles back home. And the very reverence he spoke to them, it had been quite a long time since they'd been addressed like that, if at all. The pair looked at each other briefly, sharing a look of confusion and slight incredulity. "Gods? Suppose you're half right, my friend." Phobos, the taller of the two spoke, with a slight laughing scoff from Alexander, his companion. Phobos regarded Alexander for a moment with a slight disgruntled look before continuing, "we know not where we landed sir, nor who you are-" In that moment, the sound of wind blowing back inward could be heard and they both looked back, surprised as the celestial entryway closed. 

"....Aaaand it looks like we'll need a place to stay. Please, if you could direct us to the nearest inn, we'd be most appreciative, sir." Phobos humbly requested, with Alexander looking resigned with his brow furrowing in frustration, pissed off at their misfortune and hoping the guy in front of them was as friendly as he looked. They were no strangers to finding their own supplies, but even a little bit of help was a gods’send.

A random portal opens in a small village, a shining capital seen in the background, as two figures fall from it. Landing with precision with a hearty thud, the first rises. A stocky middle-aged man, in his late 30's by the looks of his short hair, weary face, and heavy set, turns to his companion, a lithe young man-few younger years than he- who was currently getting to his feet. "Where are we?" "If I knew that, we wouldn't be lost. Let's find some cover, hopefully find supplies."

Seeing the portal and those who came through a young man, his eyes like oval sapphires and hair a long, flowing golden sheet approaches the pair and bows once close enough.

"Greetings, creatures of the Divine, for what reason hath the Gods sent their children to us this day?" He questions, his voice warm though reverential and his gaze never leaving the larger of the pair.

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Strange words for a strange place. Some kind of religion? The noble, Maltiernas was it?, seemed to think them some sort of deity. Once they find out the power they had, Alexander thought, they’d be chased out or worst, captured for some sort of greedy royal or tyrant. At the very least, they could collect what they needed before leaving.

The flower, though strange in sight, wasn’t surprising once they’d seen it’s remarkable colors and aura. “That is a most exquisite flower, Sir Mysinciul.” Phobos commented with genuine fascination, “Are they native here?”  Clearing his throat, Alexander cut in, “And where is here exactly?” His question cutting to the point of their conversation, already growing tired of the reverent attitude.

“Don’t be so rude, Xander!” Phobos admonished with a disapproving scowl. “Your home, sir? That is most gracious of you.” He replied with a satisfied, polite smile. “I’m sure you can spare two humble travelers a few days rest for our journey?”

A random portal opens in a small village, a shining capital seen in the background, as two figures fall from it. Landing with precision with a hearty thud, the first rises. A stocky middle-aged man, in his late 30's by the looks of his short hair, weary face, and heavy set, turns to his companion, a lithe young man-few younger years than he- who was currently getting to his feet. "Where are we?" "If I knew that, we wouldn't be lost. Let's find some cover, hopefully find supplies."

Seeing the portal and those who came through a young man, his eyes like oval sapphires and hair a long, flowing golden sheet approaches the pair and bows once close enough.

“Greetings, creatures of the Divine, for what reason hath the Gods sent their children to us this day?” He questions, his voice warm though reverential and his gaze never leaving the larger of the pair.

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3. do you often get ideas when watching new media? do you end up wanting a canon character, an oc in that world, or just things involving current muses in the world / with those characters?

Music/AMVs/GMVs almost constantly give me ideas for OCs, most of which end up fading out of existence before even reaching my prototyping blog, @theprototyperepository , due to my own laziness and the inability to find interactions

6. is there a muse you’d add or bring back if you didn’t have to worry about whether others are interested in them or not?

There are a couple

Rayas, my chronically depressed altruistic ex-hitman and Kana'em, a ln extra-servile bodyguard only kept alive by his tech.

7. what age group, gender and ethnicity do you most often end up playing?

Goin by the numbers, I'm pretty evenly balanced in terms of age and gender. But ethnicity-wise, I have more Brits than any other.