Allye

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

Description

You see Alley Fighter 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 in an untidy tangle with a violet silk ribbon carelessly pulling it back from the face. She has glittered tawny fur and a slender tail.
She is a bit over average height for a Prydaen.
She has a tattoo of a childish Prydaen dancing amid a field of zombies on your left wrist.

She is wearing two fake pointed ears on a headband, a rich silk blanket embroidered with hundreds of baby yaks, a fuzzy russet sack shaped like a baby war mammoth, a midnight blue silk market bag, a whimsical tea caddy of creamy silk appliqued with tiny felt war mammoths, a gauzy white cotton sundress with narrow macrame straps, a blackened silver bracelet carved to resemble a baby blast viper, a small animite ring, a shimmering violet tart pouch clasped with a delicate enameled daisy and some delicate beaded sandals.

Notes

- Adopted daughter of Akariss, adopted sister to Synamon. She was adopted in the year 372, at the age of 2. She spent most of her formative years in Arthe Dale and Crossing, and she now rents a knoll on Olallieberry Circle from her landlady, Maysie.

- 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, and rarely made to feel loss or disappointment, she and her ragtag adopted family flourished in Arthe Dale village.

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

- 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 on 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).

- Has gweth anxiety. Uses the gweth with great apprehension that she will misspeak (mis-think?) or offend. Becomes visibly rattled when called upon to use the gweth repeatedly. Does not seem to have an abnormal fear of causing offense otherwise (Perhaps because Synamon is the one who always ends up dead... somehow).

Allye's Favorite Things (Planned and completed!)

a dramatic jade gown with a plunging back swept into voluminous trailing skirts
Flowing swathes of smooth jade green silk comprise the trailing skirts that billow around the garment, the silken top layers gathered at scattered intervals to reveal deeper shades of green beneath. The tightly woven bodice laces up both sides, allowing the fabric to mold exactingly to the wearer's form as the back dips steeply.

a thin circlet of dark woven stalks cradling diminutive white jasmine blossoms
Luminous pale jasmine blooms nestle amidst the dark stalks that twist together to form this delicate circlet. Silky ribbons in myriad hues of green intertwine with the stalks, their loosely curling ends designed to trail gracefully down the wearer’s back. Tied into the ribbons, carved glass charms clink softly with every movement, each charm elegantly graved with tiny script.
The thin circlet reads: "As I have kept a green bough in my heart, the beautiful singing birds of friendship come to me."

a deep foraging basket of dark stalks woven with ethereal star's tear lilies
A multitude of ebon stalks have been artfully carved and bundled, intertwining to create this deep basket. Twining ivy tendrils are laced into the pattern, and cleverly crafted nooks within the woven wood cradle delicately preserved star's tear lilies. The contrast of the luminous blossoms against the dark wood creates the illusion of bright constellations in an inky night skyscape.

a wrinkled linen dress patterned with tiny pink strawberries
Sewn with narrow white shoulder straps, the light garment shifts easily with even the slightest breeze, sending the knee-length hem fluttering. The scuffed, ragged appearance of the garment reflects time spent playing outside, its soft fabric marred by dirt and grass stains.

a strapless pale green chiffon frock cinched with a wide buttercup ribbon
From the broad ribbon securing the waist, the shimmering chiffon cascades in watery layers down the length of the summery garment, designed to pool and undulate around the wearer's knees. Additional fluid fabric is cleverly wrapped into a short bodice, the glistening fabric flowing into a graceful sweetheart neckline in a manner reminiscent of rollicking waves. A light underlayer of satin layers the translucent fabric, just a slight shade darker than the waves of delicate chiffon.

a dainty mistsilk artisan's portfolio clasped with a violet's heart amethyst
Shimmering mistsilk covers the portfolio very smoothly, allowing it to be used as a canvas. Evidently, this freedom was taken to heart as layers of embroidery blanket every inch. From war mammoth battles to intricate character portraits and whimsical foods, tiny stitches grace all available space, as if a daydreaming artist idly doodled here and there. The violet's heart amethyst clasp is carved to resemble a wide-eyed strawberry etched with a toothy grin, trailing ribbons that flutter gracefully.
The artisan's portfolio reads: "Imagine and explore! The world is but an embroidered doodle dreamed alive."

an ostentatious fake handlebar mustache affixed to an impressively plush beard
As fake facial hair goes, this appears to be a glorious specimen indeed. Great care has evidently been taken to brush and style the thick, surprisingly soft hair. The ends of the mustache are grandiosely curled, and upon closer examination there is a diminutive nightingale doll that has taken up residence in the abundant beard. Clamped in the tiny bird's beak is a small green ribbon elegantly embroidered with script.

a blackened silver pilonu inlaid with dragon's blood crystals
The pilonu is comprised of a wide bracelet and five rings, each set with faceted gemstones and connected by delicate chains. Intricately engraved on the silver, the image of an armored S'Kra Mur knight stands vanguard of a colossal dragon. The knight wields a fang-shaped sword, his unwavering eyes focused forward. Graceful writing around the image reads, "Shho'i'yvvh-ur'Slo."
The blackened silver pilonu reads: "Commemorating the adoption of Allye by Akariss, Year 372."

a large frayed library book graced with a faded portrait on the front cover
In faded gold leaf, the words "Arthimur's Guide to Human Cuisine" run along the wrinkled spine. Dog-eared and tattered pages appear ready to tumble from the casing, but colorful strands of yarn bind the book securely shut. On the weathered front cover, the portrait of a haughty Human holds his head quite high. A stamped image on the back cover depicts the crest of Asemath Academy, an aged man drinking deeply from a fountain, with a small tag stuck beneath it.
The library book reads: "Please return by 14 Lirisa 389 AV."

a cupcake-shaped sign that reads "Try something sweeter! Tip coin at your own risk"
Glittering rainbow-hued glass sprinkles are studded into the delicately painted lavender frosting of this glossy sign that is made to stand alone, its clever design allowing it stability on any surface without too much added weight.

a clinging cream silk gown overlain with cascades of diamond-dusted chiffon
Cut on the bias, the light fabric of this exquisitely crafted gown is designed to cling to every curve and cascade gracefully into a glistening pool of filmy chiffon around the wearer's feet. Diamond dust kisses the sheer fabric like fresh dew glittering in dawning sunlight. Ribbons dyed the hues of a summer morning cloudscape glide over the shoulders to gather the delicately draped neckline of the gown. Nestled in the draping is a sparkling golden moon charm.

Allye's Baby Monsters

a whimsical tea caddy of creamy silk appliqued with tiny felt war mammoths
The lustrous fabric has been lovingly timeworn to a soft sheen, the edges of the felt mammoths slightly curled. Diminutive features are painstakingly stitched into the fuzzy felt, creating a somewhat manic effect as every mammoth grins wildly. A small green cupcake-shaped tag pokes out from the bottom edge of the caddy.
The tea caddy reads: "Why, a party with you would be TEA-lightful!"

a fanciful teapot of glazed porcelain crafted to resemble a jocund war mammoth
The glossy porcelain of the teapot is delicately painted with russet and sepia hues in a streaked pattern reminiscent of warm fur. The mammoth's tail curls into a sturdy handle, and its trunk arches upward to form the teapot's spout. A mischievous smile plays over its features, and marquis emerald eyes twinkle merrily as if it could at any moment wink at you. Tiny words are carved into the underside of the mammoth's belly.
The fanciful teapot reads: "HELLO I AM PHILLIP THE MAMA MAMMOTH."

a small porcelain teacup painted to resemble a slumbering baby war mammoth
A streaked pattern of russet and sepia hues reminiscent of warm fur covers the glossy porcelain. The tail of the sleeping mammoth curls into a fragile handle, and its small trunk wraps around the base of one side of the cup. Its mouth hangs barely open under eyes gently shut in oblivious slumber.

a fuzzy russet sack shaped like a baby war mammoth
Captured in mid-run, fuzzy stuffed legs flailing in a comical fashion, it wears an overly joyous expression on its face that you wonder if a mammoth is even capable of. A baby blast viper clinging to its tail is the likely the reason for the mammoth's excessive speed, while a squashed turnip on the underside of one of its feet seems to have been a hapless victim to its flight. The body of the mammoth serves as a roomy sack.

a blackened silver bracelet carved to resemble a baby blast viper
Coiled into a double loop that forms a perfect circle, the small serpent rests its mouth near its tail, a few of its fangs poking out from its jaws in a rather mischievous expression. Large scales shaped to resemble flecks of flint cover the body, although the inside of the bracelet remains smooth silver. Twin marquis diamonds are set into the snake's eyes, glittering in the light, and a small charm shaped like a baby war mammoth dangles from it, as if chasing the viper's tail.

a soft woolen cloche knit to resemble a gnawing baby zombie's head
Brushed to an airy softness, the plush grey wool bears a pair of large googly eyes that dance chaotically with every movement. The brim of the cloche forms the wide open mouth of the zombie, one tiny fang designed to dig into the wearer's forehead. Inside, a small green cupcake-shaped tag rustles against black satin lining.

a mammoth-shaped sign of roughly carved rosewood that reads "LOST! Have you seen me?"
The mammoth's distinctive furry coat is carved into the warm wood crudely, but the intended image is obvious, its tiny mouth curling into a sorrowful frown. Smaller words etched into the mammoth's side read, "My name is Woolie, and I'm just a baby. If you find me, please bring me back to Allye, she must miss me so much!"

a rich silk blanket embroidered with hundreds of baby yaks
The blanket is filled with delicately stitched whimsical yaks, each sewn with ruby-red eyes and having lopsided, goofy grins, sure to bring the giggle into a child's eyes. One of the yaks is harnessed to a wagon, providing a small pocket for a precious treasure.

Allye's Homes

Knoll on Olallieberry Circle (a large violet-covered knoll covered with pots of taffleberries and strawberries):

Pale green striped paper walls and a polished maple floor covered by a deep-fringed white wool carpet enclose this room. In one corner lies a muslin-draped white ash bed, and near the bed sits a graceful oval lacewood tea table with some white cotton placemats embroidered with roses and vines and a glazed red clay teapot painted with ripe strawberries on it. A square cast iron stove burns along the far wall with a whimsical ink drawing of a merry-looking Halfling woman hanging above it. The room holds a lingering scent of brewing tea. You also see a pure-white Tetomba'ia, a copper and patina weapon rack with a couple of things on it, a polished burlwood cupboard with a bentwood cheese box on it, a bright ivory Halfling statue and a glossy black silk-cushioned chair that is facing the table.
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>look on bed
On the white ash bed you see a large goose-down pillow with an ugly stick fancifully embroidered on the case and a puffy quilt covered with images of puppets.
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>look under bed
Under the white ash bed you see a flour-dusted leather bound baker's book engraved in silver leaf.
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>look in cup
In the burlwood cupboard you see a pastry chef's marble rolling pin, a baker's cookbook covered in red and white checked fabric, some rose-patterned porcelain plates and a set of multi-shaped chef's salt and pepper shakers.
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>look on rack
On the weapon rack you see a blunted lance festooned with royal blue and gold satin ribbons and a copper leaf-bladed hunting spear adorned with cardinal feathers.
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>rub tet
You playfully mess up the fur of the Tetomba'ia which lets out an indignant squeal and quickly rolls around on the floor, rearranging its thick fur to the way it was before.

Apartment in the Rest of Ages Inn within the giant hickory tree (an elegant silkwood door with a sparkling crystal handle):

Blue and gold striped paper walls and a polished walnut floor covered by a chocolate brown tapestry rug with a delicate gold fringe enclose this room. In one corner lies an ebonwood canopy bed, and near the bed sits a black willow wood vanity with a carved wooden-framed mirror pressed with gold leaf and an antique silver hairbrush with soft bristles on it. A black marble fireplace with a gilded mantle burns along the far wall with a delicate Elothean lace fan graced with a trio of night black mournblooms hanging above it. The room holds a lingering scent of linen. You also see a silver-colored cat, an elegant silkwood door and an ornate carved mahogany wardrobe.
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>look on bed
On the canopy bed you see a frowning ogre pillow and a soft white shearling blanket.
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>look under bed
Under the canopy bed you see some warring dust bunnies.
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>look in wardrobe
In the carved mahogany wardrobe you see a strapless pale green chiffon frock cinched with a wide buttercup ribbon, a slinky moonsilk nightgown and a clinging cream silk gown overlain with cascades of diamond-dusted chiffon.

Treehouse at the edge of Endrus Forest (a broad-limbed oak tree with a couple of thorny bird's homes nestled within its branches):

A handwoven green and gold rug adorns the polished oak floor of this room. A tall silver brazier, with an elaborate tapestry in various shades of gold hanging above it, rests between an ewys willow bed and a graceful striped silk chaise pushed up against the ivory and gold silk-hung walls. The room holds a faint scent of sea spray. You also see a gold-spotted Rissan cliff piltala, a large oak-framed window and an ivory hope chest.
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On the willow bed you see a tatted-edge white linen pillow and a scallop-edged whitework quilt.
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>look in chest
In the hope chest you see a down-filled striped cotton pillow, a spotted toy owl, a silver amulet shaped like a dove and an appliqued Therengian Rose quilt.
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>kiss pilt
You stick your tongue out at the piltala, who flicks its sticky tongue at you in return.
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>rub pilt
You tickle the piltala's chin with a fingertip. The piltala arches its back and closes its eyes as if mesmerized.
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>scra pilt
You lift the piltala by its thick, stubby tail and gently move it out from underfoot.
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>look pilt
With its vivid emerald skin and distinctive golden spots, this tropical lizard has long been renowned as an excellent home companion as well as an efficient pest exterminator. Barely larger than the insects and small mice that are its favored diet, the piltala makes up for its deficient size with an almost comical fierceness.
A gold-spotted Rissan cliff piltala is sticking on the wall.

Crystal Shore Lakeside Retreat overlooking Shard (a sprawling lakeside villa with deep purple and bronze irises blooming beside a well):

Walls of gold-flecked white brick and a polished walnut floor covered by a deep-woven lambswool carpet enclose this room. In one corner lies an ebonwood canopy bed, and near the bed sits a black willow wood vanity with a carved wooden-framed mirror pressed with gold leaf and an azalea-shaped crystal vial with fluted violet petals on it. A white pillared marble fireplace burns along the far wall with a pale rose satin-swathed parchment hanging above it. The room holds a lingering scent of gardenias. You also see a glacial white Ilithic cat, a large oak-framed window and an elegantly-carved ash closet.
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>look on bed
On the canopy bed you see a tatted-edge white linen pillow and a soft white shearling blanket.
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>look parchment
The back of the parchment has been swathed in a delicate pale rose satin to protect it from wear when it is rolled up. A dainty watercolor scene has been painted upon its delicate creme-colored surface depicting a gentle donkey munching happily upon a garden of roses -- a chubby grey dove perched upon its back.
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>look in closet
In the ash closet you see a lace-trimmed Morganae's Fan quilt, a collection of historical tomes bound in gold-embossed leather, a down-filled blue silk pillow and a spidersilk bedroll embroidered with an overlapping leaf pattern.

Haunted Apartment in the Dintacui Apartments Complex, with S'kra poetry on the walls (a sandalwood door spattered with suspiciously glistening dark red stains):

A thin wooden floor made from planks of stained witchclaw spreads across this room into surrounding deep purple flocked paper walls. A cracked stone fireplace, with a portrait of a shocked looking Prydaen women with her fur standing on end hanging above it, stands guard over the large canopy bed and curved-leg mahogany escritoire that rest upon a large bearskin rug with the head set in a snarling pose covering the floor. An overwhelming scent of decay fills the air. You also see a translucent grey urn, a tall arched window with a rough stonework frame and a worn green trunk with tarnished brass fittings.
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>look on bed
On the canopy bed you see a lavender dream pillow and a deep black heavy blanket.
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>look under bed
Under the canopy bed you see a petrified horseshoe crab. (He is very afraid!)
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>look in trunk
In the green trunk you see a delicate corsage of clustered honeysuckles and snow drop flowers.
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>look on esc
On the mahogany escritoire you see a dark music box inlaid with a platinum cobweb and some unfinished love letters.
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>poke urn
You pick up the grey urn and open the lid, setting it in a hiding place.
With a start, the grey phantasm pours forth from the urn that was its prison, testing its new-found freedom by rattling the furniture for a second. Haunting laughter fills the air, and the phantasm darts about the room rapidly.
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>look phan
Little more than a faint wisp of mist, the phantasm is difficult to directly look at. Occasionally it's possible to make out what could be arms or legs, but the creature mostly looks like a puff of smoke. However, if the smoke-like cloud is watched long enough, two angry grey eyes become visible, staring malevolently.
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>squint phan
You squint at the grey phantasm, trying to see it more clearly. Your vision instantly fills with a ghastly image of a walking corpse, its skin crawling with maggots and flies. The illusion fades almost as soon as it comes, and mocking laughter echoes around you.
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>hug phan
You attempt to give the grey phantasm a hug, even though you can barely see it. A ghostly presence chills you to the bone, as if you were caught in a winter storm.
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>flirt phan
You gesture toward the grey phantasm with one hand in a flirtatious manner. The phantasm snarls angrily at you, and you hear whizzing noise followed closely by a *thunkthunkthunk* in the wall behind you. Buried in the wall are three silver knives, which almost instantly disappear in a puff of smoke.
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The air seems to gain a deathly chill, and all the furniture starts floating a couple inches off the floor. After a moment it suddenly reverts to normal, as if it had never been touched.
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The distinctive sound of fur being brushed comes from the Prydaen portrait. When you look in that direction, she puts her hands on her hips and says, "Well you don't expect me to leave it like this, do you?
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A steady *drip, drip, drip* noise calls your attention to the flocked paper wall. Rivulets of fresh blood are streaming from the top of it in a steady flow, covering it in the nightmarish liquid. You blink twice, and the wall has suddenly reverted to normal.

Beach House at Sandcastle Cove, among the dunes (a tiny woven grass hut):

Walls of salt-stained driftwood and a golden sand floor covered by a slippery kelp carpet enclose this tiny hovel. In one corner hangs a sailcloth hammock, and near the hammock sits a polished red sandalwood table on which rests a shallow hammered brass bowl with fluted edges. A simple clay-lined firepit burns along the far wall. The room holds a slight scent of dried kelp. You also see a narrow wooden door, a fretwork sandalwood armchair that is facing the firepit, a fretwork sandalwood armchair that is facing the firepit, a handcrafted cedar case with a shallow glass tank on it and a skinny Nehpel dog.
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>look on ham
On the sailcloth hammock you see a Gnome-shaped gingerbread pillow.
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>look under ham
Under the sailcloth hammock you see a ship's wheel.
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>look in case
In the cedar case you see a deep amber necklace with a baroque pearl mermaid pendant, a bank note and a small black leather bullwhip with a gem-encrusted handle.
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>look tank
Clear water fills a shallow glass tank, in which swims a coral-hued hermit crab. At the bottom of the tank, wispy tendrils of water-grass provide a frame for a bed of crushed white gravel.