#Damaris

[orokothe]

Damaris Elden Ring AU

[An AU where Damaris was the original wielder of the Moonveil]

[crownedinmarigolds]

We have entered the month of August, which means Autumn is steadfast approaching! The Gangrel are roving out to perhaps watch the leaves change, enjoy the nights as they begin to grow long, feel the spirits in the air.... whatever gets them going! Trixie - business operator/mother wolf/bodyguard of the Wolves Den strip club - is smiling with her friend Damaris - your classic adventurer scholar who may have his hands on too many ancient artifacts.

If you'd like! I'd love for everyone to try and drop their Gangrel here, let's make a new pack!! :D Like the other collaborations, I will take all submissions at the end and smush them all into one final collab piece - the deadline will be September 6th!! (A Friday!) I tried to answer how to submit here in case you were curious! (For reference, Damaris is 5'10" and Trixie in heels is 6'3"!) IF YOU WANT TO DRAW AND FEEL LIKE YOU CANNOT DRAW DO NOT LISTEN TO THAT VOICE THAT IS THE DEVIL DECEIVING YOU! Please draw your OC next to them if you want to I would cry and love to see it!

[avitha]

Happy February 14th

Hercules & Meg, Tempest & Helen, and Icarus & Damaris

[bebemoon]

look for the name: DAMARIS

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christian dior by raf simons thigh-high black patent leather boots w/ acrylic heels, couture s/s 2o15

{beauty} @babenexttdoor (on ig) wearing crimson crystals, bright red lashes and flaming lips

tom ford "lost cherry" eau de parfum

ebonny munro "pageant" locket necklace w/ glass heart gemstone

[vipermenace]

Armored Core AU group chibi com for my homie!!

[acourtofquestions]

Reading Reference Kingdom of Ash Pt. 2

Damaris: Heat for truth; cold for lies.

[acourtofantumbra]

How many times have I derailed my TOG reread to figure out why the smallest throw away detail is making my brain itch? The limit doesn't exist.

But I just think it's interesting that....

[fornowimwinter]

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[redwineconversation]

Damaris Egurrola Le Progres Interview (March 24, 2025)

The contrast between Lyon players/fans ("we might still lose!!! It's not over!!!!) and everyone else ("Lyon is basically already in the semis, this is a formality") is making me laugh (nervously). My palms are sweating. I'm nauseous. I'm developing stress ulcers. I am most certainly not calm and composed before this game, and I am glad Lyon players are aware of the dangers, too.

Blah blah standard disclaimers apply; if you act like a parasocial freak you get called a parasocial freak idk why you're clutching your pearls about that; @OL Comms Dept a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc pls I am begging you; y'all know the speech by now.

A good and proper chat with Lyon's tall, awkward, and loyal child.

DAMARIS EGURROLA LE PROGRES INTERVIEW

Damaris: "When you're at Lyon, it isn't enough to just win"

After the 2-0 away win in Germany, Defensive Midfielder Damaris Egurrola wants Lyon to put the game to bed this Wednesday (6.45pm) in the return leg of the quarterfinal. This time by making a statement.

Winning 2-0 in Munich without really having played well, is that reassuring or worrying?

It's first and foremost a really good result for an away game. You can't forget that it's the Champions League and there is never an easy game, especially when it's German football with a lot of intensity and duels. It's true we didn't play our best game but we still won 2-0, so we'll take it.

What needs to be done better?

We were very efficient in Munich but we need to do a lot more with the ball, with possession, play like we know how to do. We didn't have enough control of the ball even though we have the type of players for that. But it will be different at the Groupama Stadium [will it though???] We will have more space and they will need to come at us because they need to score at least two goals.

Did you put in the necessary intensity?

Maybe we didn't really show up the first twenty minutes. But we were expecting [Bayern] Munich to start strongly. Then, we were able to score at the right time. But yeah, we need to have learnt from it because in the UWCL, you can't allow yourself to be dominated like that for 20 minutes.

Does Lyon also need to send another message?

Every time we play, the objective is to win. Even more so in the UWCL, which is a big objective. But when you're Lyon, it's not enough to just win. We need to play well and score lots of goals. But to repeat myself, winning 2-0 away against a team like Bayern, that's also really good.

"In our mind, it's 0-0"

You missed two passes in the same game which lead to Bayern having chances. Was that unusual on your part?

It doesn't happen usually. And I know it shocked a lot of people that I messed up those two passes. I don't know what happened... We can't be at the top all the time even if I know we can't make those mistakes in that type of game. That's also why we work every day. I know I can do so much better and that's why I'm eager to play the return leg.

Would it be a mistake to say Lyon is already in the semi-final?

We have a two goal advantage but in our mind, we're coming into this game as though it was 0-0. You never know what is going to happen in the UWCL. You just have to remember last season where we were almost down 3-0 against PSG before turning things around. Bayern is going to give it their all and so from the start of the game, we will need to have the ball and not give them any hope.

The difference of intensity between the [French] league and the UWCL, is that a disadvantage?

Even if we know and we're in the lead for our league, the objectives always do more, to be even more efficient defensively, to never concede and to always score more. That's what helps for the UWCL. Beyond that, the most important work for me happens during practice, where the training sessions are with the top players, and that's where we put in the intensity necessary for the UWCL.

Même si on connaît et que l’on maîtrise le championnat, l’objectif est toujours de faire plus, de chercher à être efficace derrière, de ne jamais encaisser de but et d’en marquer beaucoup. C’est ce qui aide pour la Ligue des champions. Après, le travail le plus important pour moi se fait lors des entraînements qui sont de haut niveau avec des joueuses de haut niveau, et où l’on met l’intensité nécessaire pour la Ligue des champions.

"Not surprised by Real Madrid"

Were you surprised by Real Madrid's win over Arsenal (2-0) and whom could be your opponent in the semifinal?

I told the [Lyon] players that Real Madrid could win. I wasn't really surprised because I watch a lot of games in Spain especially, an even if Real Madrid can't be top of the league, they do show up in the UWCL. But nothing is done for them either.

Is playing in Spain something you would like?

Of course! My friends and family are waiting for that to come see me [play] and it would be much easier for them if it's in Spain.

Is losing that UWCL final in Bilbao your worse memory?

It was hard because it was at home [Damaris is from Basque] and it was a final. But in hindsight, I can look at it from a different perspective. Playing a UWCL final at home in front of your loved ones, a game I used to watch on the television when I was younger, it's something which happens only once in your lifetime. And I think we will have more possibilities to win the UWCL this season.

You often say it's a dream to play for Lyon, even when you've become one of the core players and have been there for four years...

It doesn't take away of it being a dream. Every morning, I wake up eager to go to practice, to work with the players that I liked watching on television when I was younger, at Lyon who always wants to win everything. I know I have a certain stature now and I'm really proud because that was my objective. When I came to Lyon, it was to play, not just to see how things go. It's really good to be important for the team, but I can always do better.

This stature as a starter and a core player, does that mean more responsibilities?

I have experience and I try to help the new players. I'm still a pretty shy and reserved person but there are other ways to be a leader. In any case I try to be one on the pitch which is where I'm confident and my teammates trust me.

Sonia Bompastor put her trust in you. Is it the same with Joe Montemurro?

I'm always going to be thankful towards Sonia who gave me a lot of playing time and put her trust in me. With Joe Montemurro, it's the same thing. He wants the plays to come from me, that I determine the tempo in the midfield. It obviously helps when the coach trusts you.

What are your areas of improvement considering you are just 25 years old?

I've improved a lot defensively and in duels where I think I'm stronger than I was when I arrived. Now, I try to work on what I can bring offensively, being more decisive. In practice, I work on shooting outside the box because that used to be one of my strengths before. I need to score more goals... I've hit the post a lot this year with Lyon ... But it will come!

"Not better place than Lyon"

How do you see your future at Lyon?

I'm happy and I think I've become a bit French. I like my life here. My friends and family visit pretty often. I like coming to work every day, see the team again and the players, we have a good time together. My contract goes through 2027 and there is no better place that I could be.

And outside of football?

I have a pretty quiet life. I haven't finished exploring Lyon where there is always something to see. I like grabbing a coffee with friends who don't play football because we can talk about other things. I like the Old Town, the Hotel Dieu. I really like watching sport, especially basketball, because it is a change from football. I'm also really into surfing, I was pretty good at it but I can't do it anymore [Lyon rules]

You did this interview in French without any problem. If our math is correct, you speak five languages?

I'm not sure I speak them all fluently but yes, five. With my friends, I speak Spanish or Basque, even if I've lost a bit of the Basque because I don't speak it enough. With my family, it's in English. Here with Lyon, it's English and French. And Dutch, that's with the National Team, I'm still learning it. I can understand everything but I still have to improve to be able to speak it. I've always felt that when you arrive in a country, it's important to speak the language [@[REDACTED].]

Can you switch easily?

That's when it gets complicated! When I come back from the international break and I'm here where I need to speak English, French and sometimes Spanish, the transition is hard!

[rainingriversofyou]

Swords 🗡 Throne Of Glass

Artist: artoffrostandflame

[galesbabygirl]

traitors & traders - chapter one

☾ astarion x female tav ☼ karlach x nb tav ☆ wyll x female tav ☽

⟡ 4290 words

damaris, penryn, and luminara are a tenacious trio who have banded together to defeat a common enemy. when their plan to commandeer a ship goes awry, their mission to defeat their nemeses becomes a battle to destroy evil across the sword coast.

based upon a multiplayer playthrough, with a little extra spice.

⟡ tags: canon-typical violence, eventual smut, tiefling tav , wood elf tav, drow tav, fighter tav, cleric tav, monk tav, slow burn (for some characters), golden retriever/black cat, devil wyll, wyll romance route, astarion romance route, karlach romance route, named tav, pov third person

⟡ read on ao3 ⟡

read first: ⟡ prologue

“I just had the craziest dream.”

Damaris sat upright with her eyes still closed, yawning as she stretched out her arms. 

“Damaris…” Luminara spoke in that voice she always used when she didn’t want to outright tell Damaris she was saying something stupid.

“What?” Damaris muttered sleepily as she stood up. Luminara didn’t need to answer – Damaris opened her eyes to see strange fleshy walls around her. “Oh.” So it hadn’t been a dream, then. The transpositioning onto the Nautiloid, the creepy-crawly that was implanted into her eye socket. It had really happened. She must have been knocked out somewhere along the way, and the copious amounts of alcohol running through her bloodstream couldn’t have helped.

“Well,” Penryn proceeded, now that Damaris had found her bearings, “we’re here. It worked… Now what?”

Luminara shifted uncomfortably on her feet. “I’m a little concerned about the tadpoles that climbed into our skulls. I’ve never seen them before, but if I’m remembering correctly… they’ll turn us into mind flayers.”

“WHAT?” Penryn’s eyes widened in panic. Mind flayers? Now that, that was a fate worse than death if they had ever heard one. They were already a social pariah, outcast from the Underdark as a baby for being a winged and antlered drow, skin fair as the moon in the night sky, not fitting in anywhere they went, but a mind flayer? They would be killed on sight! It took decades just to find Luminara and Damaris, who Penryn was sure only accepted them for their common goal to destroy Pilo. They had just gotten used to quality companionship and now they were going to lose every part of themself and everything they loved? Not worth it, they decided. Though, now, it was too late. They paced in circles muttering under their breath, picking at the skin around their fingernails.

“I might be wrong! It’s really not something I’ve looked into, actually…” Luminara’s attempt to calm Penryn was futile. At least Damaris seemed like she either lacked the ability to feel fear or, maybe, she just had no idea what Luminara was talking about. “Anyway,” she continued, “we’ve got bigger things to worry about right now. We need to find the helm. It’s no good commandeering a ship if you don’t steer it in the right direction.”

Damaris nodded with narrowed eyes. She looked around the circular room in which they stood, seeking a way out. There were no doors, but there was a rather disgusting looking pulsing sphincter and a strange shell which emitted a blue glow. In the centre of the room there was some kind of pool, which Damaris approached without much thought. She vaguely remembered seeing the tadpole plucked from it. Leaning down to look into it, she reached down to the surface of the liquid to check for any signs of life, and was abruptly launched backwards as it burst, sending Penryn and Luminara with her.

“Ow,” she said as she got back up from the ground, injured but not gravely so.

Unimpressed, Penryn rubbed the arm they had landed on, groaning in pain and asking in a slightly accusatory tone, “What did you do, Damaris?”

“I just wanted to see if there were more bugs in the water.” She gestured where the pool had stood, shrugging as Penryn sighed. “I think they’re all gone.”

While Luminara and Penryn shook off their pain, Damaris approached the glowing shell. “What does this do?” Damaris, having clearly not learned from the detonation she had just triggered by touching a mysterious object in an unfamiliar place, reached out to it, feeling an immediate sense of relief as it met her fingertips.

“STOP TOUCHING THINGS!” Penryn shouted, despite, too, being instantly healed.

“That was risky after the last thing you touched without thinking exploded, Damaris.”

“I feel better now, don’t you?”

Luminara sighed. “Yes. But maybe ask us first next time, hm?”

“Okay.” Damaris blinked her eyes pathetically at Luminara like a puppy that had just been caught chewing on a shoe.

Penryn glared silently at her and walked away toward the sphincter. “Here I’ll show you how.” Turning to Luminara, they asked mockingly, “Luminara, do you think we should see what this does?”

“I suppose we ought to. I don’t see any other way out of here.” Luminara approached the sphincter and was pleasantly surprised to discover that she didn’t have to actually touch the thing; it instead opened on its own as she got close. “Onwards then.”

The trio walked through the exit to see a room much like the one they had awoken in. It had a clear route outside, where they could see the sky passing by, and flames tracing its edges. In the middle there was some kind of platform, which they all stood on upon reaching it. Damaris reached a hand out to touch what appeared to be some kind of switch before stopping in her tracks to ask, “Should I touch it?”

“Might as well,” Penryn sighed. “There’s another one of those restoration things over there so we can probably heal ourselves if you blow us up again.”

Taking no offence, Damaris excitedly touched the switch, at which time the platform they all stood upon began to rise with a jolt. They braced themselves for it to jerk and toss them in all directions, but it rose steadily, the group reaching a second platform.

“Is that–?” Luminara felt a chill run down her spine. Seated in what appeared to be some kind of surgical chair, there was a man who looked either dead or on the brink of it. On the top of his head there was no hair; rather his brain was exposed, the top of his cranium sawed clean off.

«Yes,» they heard. «You’ve come to save us from this place, from this place you’ll free us.» It sounded childlike, almost… sweet.

“Is that… is that coming from the brain?” Penryn watched as it spoke, the lips of the man in front of them never moving.

They inched closer, examining the body, hearing its strange voice again, «Please, before they return. They return.»

Penryn shuddered. The brain twitched before them as it spoke about them. Who were they? “You sound afraid. Why? Who is coming?”

«The enemy. So many enemies.»

Well that’s not terrifying at all, Penryn thought, shaking at the prospect of these enemies. Were they the ones that put the tadpoles in their eyes? What was their goal? Maybe this was the wrong type of ship to commandeer. “I– I don’t know how to help you.”

Frantically, the brain replied, «Remove us from this body. From this case free us.»

Against their better judgement, Penryn felt compelled to listen, to help the creature. If only judged by their appearance, Penryn might have died alone as a newborn, left to the elements – they felt some kind of kinship with it. Penryn caught the glance of Luminara, whose face showed her empathy for the creature clear as day. She gave Penryn a nod of approval, and they took a deep breath in anticipation of the nastiness their fingers were about to endure as they prised the brain from the skull of whomever the man in front of them once was. As it was freed it sprouted four legs with little clawed feet and some sort of antennae, falling to the ground as Penryn’s grip faltered.

«We are free. Our freedom is ours. Friend!» Despite its lack of eyes, Penryn felt it gaze upon them, felt it enter their mind, felt a twitch behind their eye – was that it? The tadpole? Had it connected their minds? «We must go to the helm. At the helm we are needed.» It began to scurry to the platform the group had risen on.

“Do we… follow it?”

«Us.» They heard it say. «We are Us.»

“Freaky,” Damaris mumbled, following Us without hesitation.

“It knows the way to the helm,” Luminara shrugged, “and I think it likes us.” She and Penryn followed Damaris and Us onto the platform, Luminara pressing the switch triggering the platform to lower back down.

“Us likes us. Heh.” Damaris chuckled. Penryn rolled their eyes.

The group, now accompanied by the creature, continued on the path outside. Just a few steps into open air, they watched as a red dragon flew past them, hurling flames at the ship.

Just as Luminara felt eyes on the back of her head, she saw Damaris’s face light up with awe looking above them. Luminara turned to see someone jump over their heads, landing in front of them, longsword in hand. “Abomination! This is your end.” In their midst stood a woman with green skin and auburn hair that draped over her pointed ears – if Luminara’s eyes didn’t deceive her, the woman was Githyanki. She had never encountered anyone from the race, having spent most of her days before meeting Penryn and Damaris in her village’s temple, dedicating herself to Ilmater and his doctrine. They came from the Astral Plane, so far from the reach of her mind that she almost forgot that they were real and not some far-fetched myth.

“Wow,” Damaris exhaled, long and drawn out, her eyes aglow with admiration for the warrior, incognizant of the woman having just called them abominations.

“Who are you?” Luminara asked, quickly and defensively in the hopes that talking might delay an attack from the gith.

Before she could respond, a sensation of connection washed over the group, a feeling of prodding pushing through their skulls. As if seeing through the gith’s eyes, they saw dragons, the scene playing out around them, and then themselves, mouths agape as the woman had jumped down to their level. Her memories. “Tsk’va. You are no thrall.”

“Who are you?” Luminara repeated. “Why would you think that?”

“I am your only chance of survival. We carry mind flayer parasites. Unless we escape, unless we are cleansed, our bodies and minds will be tainted and twisted. Within days we will be ghaik. Mind flayers.”

A shiver ran down Luminara’s spine. Mind flayers. She had hoped she was wrong, but this woman – this gith – she knew. Mind flayers were the mortal enemies of her kind. They were doomed.

“I am Lae’zel of Creche K’liir. We must get to the helm.”

“That’s what everyone keeps saying,” Damaris interjected.

“Follow me,” Lae’zel commanded with such authority that the group didn’t even consider the option not to.

As they trudged forward, they saw ahead of them a group of imps and a hellsboar. The only way through was to fight.

Damaris was the first to charge into battle, unaccustomed to waiting for an encounter to escalate into something dire. She swung her warhammer over her head, taking down an imp in one fell swoop. Behind her followed Lae’zel, who went for the hellsboar, stabbing it through its belly.

Penryn nocked an arrow on their bow, yelling, “Watch out!” An imp cast a bolt of flames at Damaris, who dodged its path by mere centimetres, as Penryn swiftly launched an arrow into the eye of the hellsboar, sending it to its death.

Calling upon her faith, Luminara called out, “Incendē”, casting Sacred Flame on the imp that had attempted to attack Damaris, felling the fiend instantaneously.

The last remaining imp sent another fire bolt at Damaris, catching her on the shoulder and singeing her skin. In retaliation Damaris ran to it at full speed, her hammer coming down through its shoulder as she let out a battle cry, its wound mirroring her own. It took only one final blow from Lae’zel to kill it, relief washing over the group as this fight came to an end.

“That won’t be the end of them,” Lae’zel said, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow, “but we must get to the helm.”

They continued on their path forward, Damaris pointing out another of the shells that had healed them before. Luminara touched this one and, again, they were healed as if they had not been wounded at all. Damaris touched her fingers to her shoulder where she had been grazed by the fire bolt to find that her skin was back to normal, not a scorch mark in sight. Lae’zel gave a sigh of relief before commanding, “Onwards.”

They all climbed strange fleshy webbing one after another, upwards to another sphincter, entering to see a room with several exits, a console of some sort standing straight ahead. There were more of the seats they had seen where they plucked Us from its husk, occupied by people who appeared to be moments from death, eyes glazed over and mouths slack. Luminara approached the console, unfamiliar text above three buttons. She looked it over, but didn’t recognize the language.

“Ooh, can I press the buttons?” Damaris asked, stepping close beside Luminara.

Swatting Damaris’s hand away as she reached to the buttons, she answered sternly, “We should refrain from touching anything else if we don’t know what it will trigger. We need to get this ship to Ta’er Tuugah alive.”

“Ta’er Tuugah?” Lae’zel interjected. “What business do you have there?”

“Revenge,” Penryn answered immediately, quickly realizing that that may not have been the optimal answer to give to a complete stranger.

“We must get to a creche. We must be purified. We do not have time for a detour, istik.”

“Let’s just worry about one thing at a time,” Luminara said in an attempt to ease the tension. “Let’s get to the helm.”

“Chk. The horned one is right,” Lae’zel begrudgingly agreed.

Stepping farther into the room, they heard banging and a muffled voice. Luminara ran ahead, hearing as she approached, “You. Get me out of this damn thing!” Inside a pod, the same kind they had awoken from, was a half-elf, panicked as she banged on its walls.

“We have no time for stragglers,” Lae’zel insisted. “This ship is crashing. Do you intend to die for a stranger?”

While Luminara knew she was probably right, she couldn’t help but feel for the half-elf. They didn’t have time to waste, but if she were in that position she would beg for help all the same. She looked over the pod, seeing if there was some way to open it, but found no such thing. “I can’t see any way to free you. I’m sorry.” Her heart ached. There had to be some way to get her out. “I’ll find a way,” she promised, leaving the woman behind in the pod as she walked away, a sphincter opening as she advanced toward it, a creature the same species as Us scuttling through. She ran through the passageway, the others staying behind to search the room, to see another woman in a pod, unconscious. She desperately wished to save all these people, but how? Behind the pod she discovered a table, upon which was some sort of rune. Could this help? She recalled seeing a spot next to the half-elf’s pod that looked exactly the size and shape of the rune she now held in her hand. She hurried back out to the opening and, to her relief, the rune slotted into it with ease. As she pressed her hand to the console she felt a squirm in her mind – the tadpole. The sensation made her nauseous, but after brief discomfort she felt a connection with the console, just as she had when they had met Lae’zel. She used this connection to will the pod to obey and heard a gush of air release from it, turning to see it opening and its occupant falling out of it and onto her knees. 

“Are you okay?” she asked, rushing to the woman’s aid.

“I thought I was done for,” the woman panted as she caught her breath. She stood up slowly, regaining her balance. “I thought that damn thing was going to be my coffin. Thank you–”

At once, everyone felt that same connection wash over them once more, their heads aching as the tadpoles squirmed. They felt the sincerity of her thanks, but as her eyes moved to look at the group, her gratitude turned to contempt – her gaze hung on Lae’zel. It was clear; her trust had wavered when she saw they were accompanied by a gith.

“You keep dangerous company,” she said, grimacing in Lae’zel’s direction.

Luminara furrowed her brow. Lae’zel had done nothing but help them, and she wasn’t prepared to leave her behind on behalf of a half-elf whose opinion of Lae’zel had surely come from some deep-seated prejudice against her kind.

Penryn, too, felt the sting of the half-elf’s instant judgement – they had spent enough of their life on the outskirts of society, fitting in nowhere but with the other misfits of Faerûn. They had half a mind to cast away the half-elf this instant, if only for her to feel the pain of rejection that had plagued them their entire life.

Damaris, on the other hand, interpreted the statement as a compliment of sorts. “Dangerous company is how we leave every battle alive. Can’t say the same for our enemies.”

“Fair point,” the woman conceded. “Looks like there’s plenty of fighting ahead. Let me come with you. We can get off this ship, and watch each other’s backs along the way.”

Without granting the group a moment to discuss the decision, Damaris responded, “That’s the spirit! I’m Damaris, and this is Penryn, Luminara and Lae’zel. We actually just met Lae’zel, but I like her – she’s a real spitfire–”

“Spare her the life story, will you, Damaris?” Penryn interrupted.

“I’m Shadowheart,” the half-elf told them. “One moment.” She turned around to retrieve something from the pod she had been trapped in.

“What’s that?” Luminara asked.

“It’s not important,” Shadowheart answered, tucking whatever it was that she had picked up into her pocket.

Luminara eyed her with suspicion, unsure if she was to be trusted, but in their current predicament they needed all the help they could get.

“Let’s go,” Shadowheart said, heading in the direction of the remaining unopened sphincter. The group followed behind, finding a small room in which there was another of the healing shells. Luminara touched it for good measure – it couldn’t hurt to make sure they were all in good shape for what was ahead – and they all sighed in relief.

“We are nearing the helm,” Lae’zel addressed the group. “Once inside, do as I say.”

“Who put you in charge?” Shadowheart retorted. “I’ll trust my own judgement.”

“Kainyank.”

“Let’s save the fighting for the fiends,” Luminara said, stepping between the two. She had spent only minutes with Shadowheart but had decided already that she didn’t like her. She could hardly tolerate her attitude. If their survival didn’t depend on cooperation she would be glad to let her face the consequences of her unwillingness to fight alongside willing allies, but, alas, for better or worse they were a team.

“Let’s fight!” Damaris wielded her warhammer at the ready, the others prepping their weapons before exiting the last safe place on the ship.

The sphincter opened to reveal a battle already in progress, cambions and mind flayers slashing at one another, hellsboars stampeding, and imps shooting bolts of flames and clawing at their foes as they flew through the air.

“Thralls,” the last remaining mind flayer said, facing the party, “Connect the nerves of the transponder. We must escape. Now.”

“Do it,” Lae’zel commanded. “We will deal with the ghaik after we escape.”

They charged through the sphincter headlong, Damaris immediately bashing her hammer down onto a hellsboar. Lae’zel ran the other direction, cleaving an imp nearly in two with her blade, its body crumbling to the ground. The hellsboar ran headfirst into Damaris’s thigh, a grunt escaping her in the impact. It was sure to leave a bruise, but it was nothing she hadn’t experienced in a bar fight at the Beached Leviathan.

Us, bless its heart (if it had one), used its claws to scratch at the hellsboar, leaving a small mark in its hide but otherwise leaving it undamaged.

In the same moment Luminara and Shadowheart cast sacred flame upon an imp, Luminara’s attack doing no damage to the fiend, and Shadowheart’s milliseconds afterwards killing it in one hit. She’s a cleric? Luminara thought. Her dislike for Shadowheart grew, having been overshadowed by her hit. While she typically had the utmost respect for others in the clergy, envy reared its ugly head in her mind, guilt following instantly in its wake. She shook the thought from her mind – they would part ways soon, they just needed to make it through this fight.

Penryn made use of their wings, flying ahead of the group to land in front of the remaining hellsboar, channeling their ki as they punched it with such force that it collapsed.

The mind flayer and cambion paid attention only to one another, dealing damage in either direction. Damaris watched as the cambion commander brought down its blade upon its enemy, flames glowing upon it. “I need that sword!”

“Chk. Ignore the cambion, istik.”

“No,” Damaris replied like a defiant child. She ran towards him, smashing her hammer into his side, but he hardly reacted to its force. Us followed her like an obedient dog, scratching its claws at the cambion.

Lae’zel instead ran in the direction of the transponder, more imps and another hellsboar coming nearer. She loosed an arrow at one of the fiends, who was injured but held its place in the air.

Luminara, determined to prove herself, sent a bolt of radiant energy at the cambion. He groaned in pain, clearly impacted by her hit, though still focused on the mind flayer.

Shadowheart ran ahead, shooting a fire bolt at the imp that Lae’zel had weakened, setting it ablaze and to the ground, dead.

Penryn looked at the scene unfolding in front of their eyes. There was still an imp and a hellsboar blocking the way to the transponder, but that was a mighty fine sword in the hands of the cambion. They weighed their options, ultimately deciding that if they were going to die, they would die in style. Damaris would surely scare off anyone who dared threaten the team if she carried that blade. Or leave behind a menacing corpse in the event of her defeat. Using what mental energy they had left, they flew behind him and channeled their ki once more, forcefully punching him in the ribs. He once again groaned in pain, the mind flayer demanding, “Leave him to me. Connect the transponder.” It sent a wave of psychic energy at the fiend, stunning him as it hit.

The hellsboar charged at Lae’zel with its tusks, missing as she swiftly dodged its attack. The final imp flew in her direction, sending fire her way and grazing her arm. In retaliation, Lae’zel ran to it, her sword impaling it in the centre of its chest. She used her foot to push its body from her blade, running closer to the transponder.

Damaris, however, persisted in her goal to get that flaming sword, bringing her hammer down on the cambions skull in a near-fatal blow. Penryn followed in suit, attempting to hit the fiend, but their depleted energy showed, their fists missing the fiend’s body as it dodged their strike. Us clawed again at him, creating a small cut in the skin of his calf.

Shadowheart ran toward the transponder, but attempted to cast sacred flame upon the cambion, her hit, too, missing him.

Luminara looked at the cambion, weakened so much that she was sure if she landed just one more hit on him that he would go down. She focused all her remaining arcane energy to send a guiding bolt at the fiend, praying silently to Ilmater for his collapse. The cambion was hit, hard, radiant flames engulfing him as he burned to the ground. She picked up his sword, Damaris’s eyes lighting up, and smiled at her friend. Damaris would make good use of this weapon. If they reached the transponder in time, that is.

“You are no longer required.” The mind flayer turned to Damaris.

“Uh oh.”

The mind flayer’s tentacles lashed out toward her, catching her on the cheek and making her wince.

Whether by a stroke of luck or simply competent battle strategy, this was the moment when Shadowheart reached the transponder, connecting its tentacles to one another. The ship suddenly jerked as a red dragon latched its claws into its side, exhaling flaming breath upon them. The nautiloid seemed to tip as if a capsizing ship in the sea, gravity forcing everyone along the floor as it tipped ninety degrees, launching through different planes and sending them all flying in the opposite direction. It was happening. The crash. Had their efforts been for naught? Was this their end?

Penryn looked at the ocean below them growing nearer. They could try to fly away, but the thrashing of the ship was simply too much. They closed their eyes and braced for collision with the ground.

Luminara held on to a tentacle for dear life, praying to Ilmater to grant her allies a quick death, to give her their pain. To let her die honourably.

Damaris had always loved a high dive from a cliff into the ocean. The beach was her best friend. If she could land in the ocean, die from the impact or drown when she couldn’t figure out which way was up to the surface, it would be an apt way for her to go.

But it wasn’t their time. No, as they plummeted to their doom, something, someone, stopped them mid-air, seconds before they splattered on the sand.

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Paul Preaches in Athens

16 While Paul waited for them at Athens, his spirit was moved in him to see the city given to worshipping of images. 17 Then he disputed in the synagogue with the jews, and with the devout persons, And in the market daily with them that came unto him. 18 Certain Philosophers of the Epicures, and of the Stoyckes disputed with him. And some there were which said: what will this babbler say. Other said: he seemeth to be a tidings bringer of new devils, because he preached unto them Iesus, and the resurrection, 19 and they took him, and brought him into Marce street saying: may we not know what is this new doctrine whereof thou speakest. 20 For thou bringest strange tidings to our ears. We would know therefore what these things mean. 21 For all the Athenians and strangers which were there gave themselves to nothing else, but either to tell or to hear new tidings.

22 Paul stood in the midst of Marce street and said, ye men of Athens, I perceive that in all things ye are somewhat superstitious. 23 For as I passed by and beheld the manner how ye worship your goddes, I found an altar wherein was written: unto the unknown God. Whom ye then ignorantly worship, him shew I unto you: 24 God that made the world, and all that are in it, seeing that he is Lord of heaven and earth, he dwelleth not in temples made with hands 25 neither is worshipped with men's hands, as though he needed of any thing. Forasmuch as he giveth to all men life and breath every where, 26 and hath made of one blood all nations of men, for to dwell on all the face of the earth. And hath assigned times appointed before, And the ends of their inhabitation, 27 that they should seek God, if they might feel and find him, though he be not far from every one of us. 28 For in him we live, move, and have our being, as certain of your own poets said. For we are also his generation. 29 Forasmuch then as we are the generation of God, we ought not to think that the godhead is like unto gold, silver, or stone, graven by craft and imagination of man. 30 And the time of this ignorance God regarded not: but now he biddeth all men everywhere repent, 31 because he hath appointed a day, in the which he will judge the world according to righteousness, by that man, whom he hath appointed, and hath given faith to all men, after that he had raised him from death.

32 When they heard of the resurrection from death, some mocked, and other said: we will hear thee again of this matter. 33 So Paul departed from among them. 34 Certain men clave unto Paul and believed, among the which was Dionysius a senator, and a woman named Damaris, and other with them. — Acts 17:16-34 | Tyndale New Testament (TYN) Holy Bible, Tyndale New Testament (written in olde English), copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. All rights reserved. Cross References: Genesis 1:1; Deuteronomy 4:7; Deuteronomy 10:14; Deuteronomy 30:20; Deuteronomy 32:8; 2 Kings 19:18; Job 12:10; Job 12:23; Job 22:2; Psalm 9:8; Psalm 96:13; Isaiah 40:18; Isaiah 45:4; Jeremiah 23:23; Jeremiah 38:16; Mark 1:27; Luke 24:47; John 4:22; Acts 2:10; Acts 4:2; Acts 5:42; Acts 9:20; Acts 13:43; Acts 14:16; Acts 17:15; Acts 18:1; Acts 23:19; Acts 25:19; 1 Corinthians 15:12

[crownedinmarigolds]

i love question 29. for all the couples!!

All of them!? Uh oh! Haha! Questions here! All of these couples are shared with @thesixthplaneteer so as always his input is always here too! #29. What compromises are they making in their relationship?

Harrakhty + Parvati (Follower of Set and Ravnos from VTM) Harrakhty is compromising his own political advancement within his cult, and is also putting true enlightenment on hold - or at least giubg at a slower pace when it comes to achieving it. While Parvati now is a staple within the temple, it was certainly a scandal way back when to take the Ravnos as his bride. Parvati makes no compromises to be with Harrakthy save for perhaps having to wear clothes... and eventually the torture of half-life pregnancy.

Ralph + Khloe (Thinbloods from VTM) Ralph is making no compromises to be with Khloe. At most making the coterie dynamic ever-so-slightly awkward by two out of four being in an intense relationship, but otherwise he's breaking no oaths or being forced to do anything or whatever in order to be with her. To him, it's probably the easiest relationship he's ever had. Khloe relatively is also making no compromises to be with Ralph. Her sire doesn't like him, but she's not exactly punishing Khloe for being with him. There's light meddling but otherwise - these two are easy going and happy when together. :D

Godwynn + Lyubov (Ventrue + Tremere from VTM) Godwynn's compromise is complete surrender of actual power - he meets with Lyubov in a dreamworld, and while he gets to go full hog-wild in it, it's not REAL-real. She has all the power, and he has none. Only if they meet physically would he give her any real threat. Lyubov is doing this at the behest of her sire, but she also gets to taste a dangerous situation... which may not end pretty for her if she doesn't play things safe.

Derrick + Coral ("Human" and Triton from DND) King Derrick is - as the title implies - a king, and having a foreign/"monstrous" wife could put him at odds with some of the people of his kingdom or foreign dignitaries. He essentially is compromising the stability of his rule for Coral's hand. Coral's compromise is being away from her people. She isn't barred from seeing them, but her people as Triton have a duty to protect Overlanders from Leviathan attackers, so they can't exactly come visit often. She is surrounded by love, but she is still an alien in this world.

Rosario + Damaris (Inquisitor + Rogue Trader from W40k) Rogue Trader Damaris sacrifices profit, and will cut his own pursuits and adventures short were Lady Inquisitor Rosaria to call for him. He will bend a bit for authority, or give up treasure if she needed it. Rosaria is vulnerable for Damaris - the two knowing in another life they would probably be wed on some paradise planet away from these horrors... but duty calls. They live a life apart, sometimes seeing other people for a bit, living dangerously and without knowing for long stretches of time if the other is alright. When they're together though, passions are intense, but they can't stay long in one spot. Duty calls.

THANK YOU!!!

[avitha]

Just messing around with Damaris (my OC of Icarus' ex-wife) XD

[the-ufos-art-basement]

So for the past week I've been doing clothes study. Here's what I've done.

[acourtofquestions]

"I will take care of it. Of Adarlan. For whatever time I have left. I will not abandon it."

The sword glowed warm.

And Gavin, despite the loss that loomed for him, smiled slightly. As if he felt the warmth of the sword, too. "I know," he said.

"I have always known that."