Allye

Allye
Status
Race	Prydaen
Gender	Female
Guild	Empath
Instance	Prime
Relatives	Akariss, Synamon

Description

You see Florist Allye Shhoiyvvhur'Slo, a Prydaen.
She has a square face, pointed ears and cat-slitted turquoise eyes. Her black mane is very long and wavy, and is worn braided in an elegant wreath held in place by a white silk daisy with a bright yellow center. She has tawny fur and a slender tail.
She is a bit over average height for a Prydaen.
Some black diamond moon ponies float lazily around her head, glowing with a lustrous sheen against her fur.
She has a tattoo of a childish Prydaen dancing amid a field of zombies on her left wrist.

She is wearing a platinum circlet set with onyx shar'nath blossoms, a garland of white gladiolus and violets, a dainty yellow buttercup, a broad oval flower basket with gracefully upswept sides and trailing white ribbons, a wispy layered dress with a flirty hemline, a small animite ring, and a pair of soft satin slippers embroidered with a tiny bloom at each toe.

Story

The wet planks below his feet lurched dangerously, causing barrels and passengers alike to careen from one end of the ship to the other. Chill drops of rain beat down upon them, piercing the sheer cloaks of the huddled refugees as they clung to the railings and masts of the vessel. Through the dark mist, his experienced eyes noticed a shadow, heavy upon the roiling sea off the starboard side. Scaling the mast with a practiced swoop, a closer look left his features tightened in frustration. Heaving alongside the ship was a dilapidated schooner, its peeling red paint visible even through the coarse, icy rain.

With a hoarse shout to the captain, he pointed a claw towards the approaching schooner. A series of low whistles signaled the violent cascade of grappling hooks, tangling in the rigging and rails of the cog. With screams and a general murmur of shock, the passengers along the starboard side shuffled backwards, some losing their balance and sliding overboard into the violently churning sea. He ran to the railing and over the edge saw a rowboat of men, already climbing the sturdy lines tied to the lodged grappling hooks. Stepping back to draw out a heavy curved blade, he brought it down upon the railing, severing a number of ropes and sending two of the men into the treacherous waters.

He settled himself into a ready stance as the remaining men swung over the aft railing and drew their weapons. Around him, the captain shouted frantic orders to the beleaguered crew, wielding his own steel scimitar. A number of passengers too rose to fight, stumbling on the unsteady deck.

Rushing into the crowd, the pirates slaughtered indiscriminately. He charged forward upon limber legs, sinking his blade deep into the abdomen of one of the men, as more climbed over the railing. Beside him, a tall Prydaen man slashed his claws roughly across a man's chest, ripping through cloth, skin and sinew.

Nearby, a broad-chested pirate smirked while lunging a heavy spiked mace into a cornered group of refugees, crushing the ribs of one and sweeping others overboard. Tracing an intricate sigil in the air with a steady scaled hand, he focused intently upon the pirate. A single bolt of jagged lightning streaked towards the man, at once incinerating his head as he tumbled over the railing and into the sea.

One by one, bodies fell to the slick planks below, the blood of pirate, crew and passenger spilling onto the deck like the wrathful rain. Finally, the few remaining pirates dashed back over the railing, sliding down the slippery ropes into their rowboat, their prize no longer worth the cost. As the schooner pulled up its anchor and edged away from the battered cog, he grimly surveyed the devastation it had wrought.

He toiled with the thinned crew, tending to the injured and searching for survivors among the piles of bloody, lifeless bodies. As they worked, the storm began to clear, leaving in its wake a dull, misty drizzle. Huddled in a corner, he found the body of a Prydaen woman, hunched over and face down. A deep gash struck across her back stained her airy blue mra'sin with a splash of crimson, its severity eliminating the need to see if she breathed.

Walking away, he heard a soft whimper behind him. Turning back to the woman, he wondered incredulously how anyone could survive such a wound. Reaching her side, he knelt and gently held her shoulders, turning her limp body to face him. A deep nick in the woman's ear was the source of a trail of bloody, matted fur along the side of her face. Her piercing turquoise eyes stared out mutely, glassy and unmoving. She was not alive.

As he began to return her to her resting place, one of the dead woman's arms fell to her side. Cradled in her other arm was a small child, not two years old. Bearing the same vibrant turquoise eyes of her mother, the child squirmed uncomfortably and covered her face with small hands. He reached hesitantly towards the girl, lifting her into his arms.

Notes

- Daughter of Akariss, sister to Synamon. She was adopted in the year 372, around the age of 2. She spent most of her formative years in Arthe Dale and Crossing.

- Despite the trauma of losing her biological parents, of whom Allye has no solid memory, she had a raucous, wonderful childhood. Surrounded by love and stability, she and her ragtag adopted family flourished in Arthe Dale village, weathering any feelings of loss or disappointment.

- Has crafted extensive plans to one day own a bakery on the Village Green at the center of the Berry Knolls.

- Current Events Coordinator and former Speaker of the Order of the Apostles.

- May share brain parts with Synamon. Together with Synamon seeks to create an army of Gnomes (aka The Gnarmy), the likes of which has never before been seen in Elanthia. The original recruitment strategy of kidnapping was scrapped after discovery that most potentials could be bribed with meat and/or candy (so please do not send them angry letters, thank you).

- Owns or rents a number of homes across Elanthia, and takes entirely too much pleasure in decorating them: a violet-covered knoll in Arthe Dale, a treehouse on the Southern Trade Route overlooking the Segoltha, a haunted apartment in the Dintacui complex in Crossing, a secret room in a hidden hallway of the Golden Phoenix Inn in Shard, a beach cabana on the black silt beach of Chelsea's Overlook, a lakeside villa along the Crystal Shore of Shard, and an apartment in the Rest of Ages Inn in Leth. She currently shares a small room with Synamon and their parakeet Terrakeet in the Empath Guild living quarters of Hib, as they study under the tutelage of Dagreth. Additionally, she often works out of the back room of Orielda's flower shop in Crossing.

- Has mild to moderate gweth anxiety.

Related Links

- Allye and Synamon's Design Portfolio (Please contact either Synamon or Allye if you'd like design help.)

- Allye's Little Book (TOP SECRET, DO NOT READ!)

- The Order of the Apostles (Official website and forums.)