#corinth aya

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Cori got called tf out in game tonight for cutting out her own eye lads

#corinth aya #emily plays dnd #it was great the npc dm ex machina was like ''oh you're a different one; do that yourself?'' #and she was SILENT for a LONG time until she said ''how do you know'' #and you just hear our wizard go ''WHAT?!'' it was dope

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today on "please Emily for the love of God pay attention": some of my party as tarot cards

#emily plays dnd #corinth aya

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I have made...moodboards for Corinth

y’all think the Hand and Eye of Vecna is too on the nose?

#corinth aya

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also hey remember when I joined an actual Forgotten Realms-lore campaign and the DM asked me if my bloodhunter followed Vecna because she cut out her own eye and then we gave her a weird pseudo-warlock patron in the form of a thing visiting her in her dreams lying about being fey and directing her to become a bloodhunter and then the DM wouldn't tell me whether or not it was actually Vecna

well guess who leveled up and got her bloodhunter order and a warlock pact thanks to the Order of the Profane Soul and guess whose DM picked Undying as the type of patron and guess who the fuck falls under Undying

#in other words i'm 90% sure cori made a deal with vecna #emily plays dnd #corinth aya

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hi I've been playing lots of Neko Atsume again so I drew one of my D&D parties as cats

#emily plays d&d #corinth aya

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can't draw but especially can't draw hands

#corinth aya #definitely not vecna #emily plays dnd #texts from the void

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it's she!!! it's Corinth!!! my friend Andrew printed and painted her and she looks great!!!

#texts from the void #corinth aya

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⛄🍑🐝 for Aurelia, Kira and Corinth please!

THANKS FRIEND

⛄ What’s their favorite season and why?Aurelia loves summer; she can’t stand the cold and she loves the light, breezy clothing she gets to wear and that the sun is out and shining. Kira’s the opposite, she likes winter and bundling up in as many layers as she can find. Corinth is probably an autumn kinda girl, when things just start to cool off and it starts gettin’ spooky.

🍑 Which emoji would they use the most?Aurelia: 👀👀👀👀👀Kira: 😘😎👌👉👉Corinth: 🙃💀✌️🙌👀

🐝 What stereotypical high school clique would they fit into?According to my roommates Aurelia is a prep/jock and the upsetting thing is I can’t dispute it because it’s true. Kira wants to fit in with the goths but she’s mall goth at best, probably the coolest of the nerds or just hanging out with the skaters. Corinth is probably a jock, too, she would play rugby or junior derby in a heartbeat. Yes I have thought about a high school AU extensively.

#asks #kourumi #aurelia volpe #kira sallow #corinth aya

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wanted to draw Corinth and her patron Definitely Not Vecna but the thing is I can't draw

#texts from the void #emily plays dnd #corinth aya #definitely not vecna

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Journal #1

Lyta told me to write. I think it'll be easier if I pretend it's a letter. Hi, Farell.

The Hunter's Bane finally wore off so I guess it's official now, what I am. I know we always talked shit about magic users, how they were cheating and how we were such better hunters than them, but with what happened to Helscont, to everyone, I think making that pact was the right decision. No matter how hard I looked I couldn't figure out what did it-- I tried so hard. But it was all burned away. And the fey offered help. I couldn't refuse, not if I ever wanted to find justice for everyone.

I saw him again a few days ago, you know. He wanted...some collateral. Lyta said it was a miracle I didn't do more damage to my face. But he got my eye, and I got magic, and that was our deal. I know you're probably disappointed in me, but I don't have a choice.

I heard him too, just this morning. I went with Lyta to hunt some game, and I heard him. Draw blood to shed blood, he said, just once.

I didn't do it. Lyta was a little surprised but she understood why I hesitated. Said this wasn't something to take on lightly. I said I knew that very well, thanks, did she think I just stabbed out my own eye for fun? I shouldn't have snapped at her like that, but…

Do you remember the first time you and me and Az and Johanna went out on a hunt together? How excited we all were, how we almost lost that dire bear for being too noisy? But we brought its head back anyway; Nada mounted it on the feast hall's wall, snarling and almost alive, staring down its own skin in the rug on the floor. We proved ourselves, again and again and again, but nothing ever quite hit the same high as that first hunt with the three of you. Not until now, knowing what I can do even if I'm wary of doing it.

The Hunter's Bane scarred me-- not in the metaphorical sense, but real, actual scars. I can feel where it burned my throat every time I take a drink of water; every time I take a blow it hurts so much deeper than it ever did before, resonating like the echo of a church bell only I can hear, can feel. Lyta says it'll get better with time. I hope she's right. What kind of a hunter would I be if not?

But what kind of a hunter am I? I lost an eye, my insides are all fucked up, I have magic I'm scared to use, gods. I took this path instead of the easy way out but I can't even follow it. A disappointment to you, to my family, to my patron.

I was wrong, this wasn't easier. I'm sorry, Farell.

#what was my writing tag #corinth aya

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“Draw blood to shed blood,” her patron whispers, and Corinth can't tell if it's a memory or a message.

Her axe blade hovers over her palm, one quick slice away from invoking the Crimson Rite Lyta taught her, but she can't bring herself to do it.

Her family's fought monsters for generations; Grandpa Hob's warhammer always hung above the fireplace right below Grandma Rose's staves. Corinth's own axes had been a gift from her Aunt Didi, said they'd been in the family since at least Great-Great-Great-Uncle Mervyn, but Corinth chose to make them her own: Destruction in her right hand, Delight in her left, names etched in Dwarvish runes on the blades. With them she felled her first beasts, kobolds and wolves and bears, cut the throats of dragon wyrmlings, defended her home from bandits and her sisters from thieves on the road, and with them she should have died, fighting...whatever it was that destroyed the town.

Draw blood to shed blood.

That's what she's supposed to do now, what Lyta taught her and what her patron wanted of her. But to use her own life force to curse her family's weapons, avenge her name in her own blood... it's still a stretch too far.

Corinth hurls Delight at the orc captain and hears it hit with a satisfying thwack! Plenty of blood being spilled without hers in the mix.

#what was my writing tag #corinth aya

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one of Corinth's axes has always been Destruction since she got it, but should the other one have been named Delirium the whole time or just when she gets the blood curse that does psychic damage

#texts from the void #corinth aya

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hey kids look more about my beloved bloodhunter gal Corinth, this time That One Time She Drank The Bone-Hurting Juice

“You're strong, Corinth,” Lyta had said, handing her the bottle. “I wouldn't be trusting you with the Hunter's Bane if I wasn't completely confident you could survive it.”

Gasping for air on Lyta's floor, every square inch of her body a raw nerve, alternately shivering and burning, Corinth has her own doubts.

The coppery taste of the potion still lingers on her tongue-- probably thanks to the blood she keeps coughing up in what short breaths she can take-- her skin crawls at just the contact her clothes make-- probably thanks to the poisons she drank, gods only know what Lyta had put in that thing-- her head splits with the sound of a thousand drums all at once, metal drawn across slate, glass scraping and shattering and scraping and shattering and digging into her flesh, it's enough to make her sick.

Lyta hasn't left, at least Corinth thinks she hasn't but it's hard to tell much of anything through the blood-red tinge of her tunnel vision. Sometimes the agony fades enough to let through a cool hand on her forehead or holding one of hers with a soothing murmur that sounds too much like her mother's voice and sends her into a fresh round of sobs, not from the pain alone. Lyta was wrong, she was wrong, her patron was wrong, she couldn't survive this--

At least she'll see her family again soon, throw her arms around Cable and tell him how sorry she is, so fucking sorry she abandoned him, abandoned them all. 

Corinth pulls her hands away from her scalp and sees her nails red with blood.

Shaking, she blinks some of the haze away and finds no one in the room with her. Lyta-- Lyta's gone too?! Gods, gods-- the thought's cut off by another stab in her lungs, another gasp sucked through her teeth. Why would she leave her alone?! Why would she abandon her?!

A figure on the edge of her vision flickers into existence and she starts to call out to it, to Lyta, but that's not... that's not who it is anymore.

“...Mother?”

Gods.

Corinth feels her heart skip a beat.

Her mother smiles and tilts her head, but when Corinth blinks she's gone, replaced by a wavering image of Thessaly, pacing and evaluating her, alternately harsh and kind as she ever had been in life, and she's gone. In her place stands Farell, his hands covered in blood, then Johanna, then Az, Alianora, Nada, Mazi, all horrified and pitying in equal measures, and finally Cable, scared but stubborn, a white-knuckle grip on his battle axe as he stares down something much, much larger than him that Corinth can't see.

She screws her eyes shut and doubles over on her side as another wave of stabbing, throbbing pain slams into her-- gods, it's never going to end!-- and it feels like hours before she can see again.

The figure's still there when she can. Blurry and indistinct through tears, but still there. It creeps closer, silent, hands behind its back, and pauses at the table in the center of the room.

“Hello again, my dear.”

For a moment, Corinth freezes. The slow, deliberate cadence, the uncanny familiarity with her-- the green flame illuminating half his face...

“...I-it's you.”

“Who else?”

He looks away from her, running a gold-tipped hand over the tools Lyta left out.

“You've done everything I've asked of you this far-- well done.”

It doesn't feel like a job well done, as needles stab up and down Corinth's spine, but her ability to voice it is limited at best.

“There's just one more thing,” he continues. “One more thing to seal our contract, and you'll have power beyond your wildest dreams.”

He waves her over, and after a moment's hesitation Corinth forces herself upright and shuffles to join him, every step a step on a bed of hot nails. She steadies herself as best she can on the table and looks up at him.

“To seal the contract requires...a sacrifice.”

He rests his gold fingers on one of Lyta's hunting knives.

“You want--” Corinth chokes on her own words and waits for the pain to subside enough for her to speak. “You want me to-- to die?”

He places a hand to his chest in shock. “Of course not. I would never require that of you. Think about it in simple practicality, Corinth, what good are you to me dead?”

She swallows past the lump in her throat and nods. He has a point.

“It just requires a little piece of you,” he says, playing with the knife. “Some of us like contracts signed in blood. Some take a lock of hair, perhaps a little finger. For myself…”

Their gazes meet and he smiles wide.

“I have a penchant for eyes.”

He flips the knife and offers it to her handle-first.

Corinth stares at it, shivering again. “Y-y-you want me t-to…to give you my eyes.”

“Only one,” he says with a shrug. “And in return, power. Everything you could ask for, everything you need.”

The green flame in his left eye socket crackles and dances.

“Don't you want justice for your family? Avenge them, Corinth. I can help you.”

She takes a deep breath and takes the knife. Her patron smiles at her again and steps back.

-

Lyta hadn't been gone a minute before she heard the girl scream. The whetstone fell from her hands and clattered to the floor as she whirled around and bolted back into the house-- Corinth was asleep, finally unconscious as she suffered the effects of the Hunter's Bane, Lyta had sworn she'd be alright if she just stepped outside to get a new whetstone, finally do some much-needed maintenance on her hunting knives-- gods, what could she have done--!

Corinth still shook, violently, splayed out on her knees with blood dripping from her hands, her face, one of the knives coated in crimson and lying where she'd dropped it before her. One hand kept her upright, the other covered her left eye as her gasps mixed with sobs.

Lyta swept in to kneel in front of her, kicking the bloody knife aside and taking Corinth's face in her hands. Gods, gods, what did she do?!

“Let me see,” she said, prying the girl's hand away.

Despite everything, despite dripping blood and fighting the Bane, Corinth leaned into Lyta's embraced and laughed. Weakly, half-hearted, but laughed.

“Haha, see…you're funny, Lyta. I'm gonna be just fine, promise…”

Lyta froze, staring at the girl's face. The eye she'd been covering was gone, nothing more than an oozing, bloody mess dripping from the socket onto her hand.

“Corinth...what have you done?”

“It's okay.” Corinth's smile wavered, but held fast. “He told me to do it. I'm gonna be fine, he told me so.”

“Who told you?”

“A fey did...I'm a warlock now, Lyta. A warlock!”

Lyta stared at her, shaking her head in disbelief. “Oh, no. No, sweetheart, that's not how it--”

“I'm fine!” The eye Corinth still had started to fill with new tears; her voice warbled despite the confidence she tried so hard to project. “He promised I'd be okay!”

The Hunter's Bane killed many, nearly killed Lyta herself, but she'd never heard of it driving anyone mad until now. But just because she hadn't heard of it didn't mean it was impossible, and who else would suffer it but a young woman already almost delirious with grief?

Lyta rubbed Corinth's bloody cheek with her thumb and eased her back to the bed. “Stay right here. We're going to get you cleaned up as best we can, alright?”

Corinth nodded. “It'll be okay, Lyta,” she said again, “it'll all be okay.”

#what was my writing tag #corinth aya #lyta cluracan #Definitely Not Vecna

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the DM for the game I'm gonna play Corinth in asked me if her god was Vecna because of the whole one-eye thing and I said "well she's not religious but IT SURE IS NOW", and this is all gonna tie together I promise

so I made her backstory that she abandoned her guard post and, in her thinking because of her, her entire town was slaughtered by an Unknown Monster which gave her a HUGE case of Survivor's Guilt and she fled the smoldering ruins, only to be dogged by recurring nightmares, until ONE DAY she gets a visitor, a one-eyed man calling himself fey

the guy was like "so you wanna find out what did this and kill it back, cool, we'll make a deal. go look for this lady and ask for the bone-hurting juice, it'll DEFINITELY make you become a warlock and you'll just owe me some favors : )" and Corinth, being neck-deep in grief and not knowledgeable about fae at all, agreed

but plot twist her lil visitor wasn't a fae but a god, Vecna, an arch-lich and the god of evil secrets, and while she was under the influence of the Hunter's Bane he convinced Corinth to cut out her own left eye so now she's TECHNICALLY one of his followers LOL this poor girl is oblivious to it all, she just thinks she's a warlock

anyways so I sent all this to the DM and after his initial "holy shit" he was like "are you married to it being Vecna, because he's not in Forgotten Realms yet which is where we're gonna be playing, plus he was a big thing in Critical Role and I KNOW I'd steal from that, which, would be okay, but think on it since there are other deities in FR he kinda steps all over pantheon-wise. though I will say he's on my bucket list of toys to play with in D&D. and since he's not in FR already it'd definitely be Our Campaign's Thing. AND since he IS the god of secrets it's entirely plausible your character could be part of his ascension into Forgotten Realms. anyways I'll think on it and get back to you!"

AND I WAS JUST. MY GUY. YOU'RE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE. YOU CAN'T JUST TELL ME "YEAH MAYBE YOUR OC WHOM YOU LOVE AND ADORE CAN BE AN UNWITTING PAWN IN THE RISE OF AN EVIL GOD" AND THEN NOT DO THIS MY DUDE!!! THIS IS!!! ON BRAND!!!!!

anyways I love Corinth very much and I can't wait to see how this DM stabs her with all her many knives

#emily plays dnd #corinth aya

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me: "man I love writing my OCs and putting my own spin on this lich-god, I love creating original content"

also me:

"I'M GONNA DEADASS STEAL MY FAVORITE LINE FROM A COMIC BOOK"

#what was my writing tag #corinth aya #definitely not vecna #emily plays dnd

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names of people in Corinth's backstory:

- Teleute

- Lucien

- Mazi

- Nada

- Thessaly

- Cable

- Farell Oneiros

- Johanna Gadling

- Alianora Foxglove

- Az Constantine

- Lyta Cluracan

every last one of these is from Sandman or at least bastardized from Sandman. it's so much easier to be a lil shit when there's more than twelve characters in the thing you're stealing from which is what happened with the Volpe family lmao

#emily plays dnd #corinth aya