Allye/Performances/The Fishy Crown

Real Date	2020-02-20
Game Date	433-07-37
Event	Ilithi Events Task Force: An Ilithi Concert Series
Point of View Character	Unknown

Allye smiles out at everyone, smoothing the skirts of her gown with her free hand.

Allye says, "This is a song that I wrote after having a long and somewhat contentious conversation with... someone."

Allye glances at an elderly fisherman.

Allye says, "I call it, "The Fishy Crown, the Ballad of General Tearsie."

(Allye takes a seat upon a chair placed near the edge of the pier. She cradles her lyre in her lap and plucks a simple ascending line of notes before beginning her tune.)

(Allye bends over her instrument as a gentle plinking melody wafts through the air.)

Allye sings in a soprano voice:

   "Here at last we finally meet,
    Ilithi's splendor at our feet!
    Its mountains vast and towers tall,
    Where boggles bog and vistas sprawl."

Allye sings in a soprano voice:

   "I have to say, of all its gems
    There's one I seek again, again,
    This placid lake behind us now,
    But it hides horrors far deep down..."

(Allye's fingers still and lay flat against the strings of her lyre, causing a stillness to fall over the area as the music stops.)

Allye angles her ears forward in curiosity.

Allye asks, "Have any of you heard of... General Tearsie?"

Allye pretends an elderly fisherman doesn't exist.

(Allye dives back into her song, her fingers seeming to dance once more over the vibrating strings.)

Allye sings in a soprano voice:

   "Who, you ask, is General Tearsie?
    The most fearsome fish you'll ever see,
    Rules the lake with iron fin
    No fisherman can do him in!"

Allye playfully teases an elderly fisherman, who regards her with mild disdain.

Allye sings in a soprano voice:

   "But heavy lies the cold fish head
    That wears the fishy crown...
    For Tearsie's love is surely dead, and
    His sorrow can't be drowned."

(Allye allows the sound of her voice to linger, clinging to the end of the chorus as the lyre's notes push forward.)

Allye sweetly sings in a soprano voice:

   "Truth be told, in younger days
    He had a kinder, gentler way.
    Handsome for a trouty sort,
    Grinned gill-to-gill as he'd cavort."

Allye sings in a soprano voice:

   "And then in bright and halcyon youth
    He saw her drifting in the blue
    Her scales that shone like summer's sun
    He knew right then she was the one."

Allye smiles wistfully, gazing out onto the lake. Her song dips and rollicks along, as if skimming across the surface of that water.

Allye sings in a soprano voice:

   "They'd flit and flirt and splash all day
    But sadly, some good things can't stay,
    And Tearsie's love I fear they took,
    Stolen by fish-eater's hook."

Allye's ears droop dejectedly as she loses yourself in a moment of melancholy.

(Allye's tune shifts, and a meandering line of pathos weaves through the plinking melody.)

Allye sings in a soprano voice:

   "The good within him left from then
    Never to be seen again,
    Those grins began to twist around,
    And all poor Tearsie had were frowns."

Allye sings in a soprano voice:

   "He grew and grew in rage and hate,
    He festered, froze, deep in the lake,
    Until reports of strange events
    As Tearsie wrought his cold revenge."

Allye smiles sadly to herself, her head bent over her instrument. In the distance, you notice ripples disturbing the surface of the water. Was that a splash?

Allye sings in a soprano voice:

   "At first they thought him cavalier
    But soon enough they learned to fear
    As down and down he dragged his foes
    Into the icy water's throes."

Allye twitches an ear nervously.

Allye shivers.

Allye sings in a soprano voice:

   "So who, you ask, is General Tearsie?
    The most fearsome fish you'll ever see,
    Rules the lake with iron fin
    No fisherman can do him in!"

Allye blows an elderly fisherman a kiss.

Allye sings in a soprano voice:

   "But heavy lies the cold fish head
    That wears the fishy crown...
    For Tearsie's love is surely dead, and
    His sorrow can't be drowned."

(Allye's fingers finally still as the last notes of the song fade. She stands from her seat to dip into a curtsy, her lyre held in one hand as she uses the other to pull her skirts to one side.)