Allye
Allye Karayilma 
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|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Race | Prydaen |
| Gender | Female |
| Guild | Empath |
| Instance | Prime |
| Relatives | Akariss, Synamon, Almarius |
Description
You see Picnic Basketcase Allye Karayilma, White Gladiolus of Zoluren, a Prydaen. Allye a set of mischievously twitching whiskers accenting an oval face with delicate features, pointed ears and some night-black kohl flawlessly applied to accentuate her bright cat-slitted turquoise eyes. Her raven mane is hip-length and glossy with long layers, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has tawny fur with sepia stripes, a black-tipped tail and a limberly agile figure. She is petite for a Prydaen. A delightful kindle of winged kittens sculpted from glossy loveglass float lazily around her right wrist, glowing with a lustrous sheen against her fur. Her left wrist has a tattoo of a cluster of colorful blooms with outspread petals that appear to be dripping paint. She is in good shape. She is wearing a pair of dangling flower-shaped earrings set with tiny summer's heart sapphires, a daring summer gown featuring a corset of floral filigreed sungold, an elegant bracelet with a summer's heart sapphire enwreathed in auroral strands of sungold and a pair of dainty glass slippers encaged within a lattice of sungold.
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.
Timeline
- 370-03-12: Birth (Yay!)
- 372-05-25: Adopted by Akariss Shhoiyvvhur'Slo
- 399-03-09: Joined the Order of the Apostles, over time attaining Events Coordinator, Interim Speaker, and Vice Speaker roles in Apostles leadership
- 407-06-33: Left the Order of the Apostles
- 423-02-21: Joined the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, but left shortly after on sabbatical
- 430-04-01: Rejoined the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, over time attaining Councilor and Treasurer roles in Troupe leadership
- 431-04-33: Adoption of Almarius
- 433-05-04: Inaugural Meeting of the Fancy Pants Adventure Club
- 434-09-33: First Event catered by the Dancing Swan Catering Company
- 436-04-30: Found a very lucky spoon and formed a partnership with Arna, her alfar warrior
- 447-01-06: Inaugural event of the White Gladiolus Society, a Starry Twilight Ball
- 448-01-33: Accepted Vice-Speaker role of Tavern Troupe Performing Order
Theme Song
Allye's theme song, composed by the player of Viyalo, can be heard [here]!
Trivia
- Too Mom to Almarius. 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.
- 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 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).
- She has a home with her puppy Cookie in Starfall Hall, in Crossing's Willow Walk. She often works out of the back room of Orielda's flower shop while in Crossing, and also maintains Magnolia Manor in Riverhaven. When in Shard, she stays in her apartment above the Little Frills (Shard) doll shop. While in Hib, she spends most of her time pestering Dagreth.
- President, Founder, and possibly sole member of the Salvur Siksa fan club.
- Frontwoman for the Elanthian pop group sensation, Allye and the Howling Alley Cats.
- Has mild to moderate gweth anxiety.
- Vice-Speaker of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, Founder of the Fancy Pants Adventure Club, Cateress of the Dancing Swan Catering Company, and Founding Member of the White Gladiolus Society.
- Got kicked in the shin by Gortik, despite never having done anything wrong in her life ever. So mean!
- Maintains a fierce mistrust and vendetta against the Rundmolen Vault Dwarves, who she alleges are very rude and also one time stole her paints.
Portraits of Allye by other Players
Allye's Performances
Performance Series
| Series Title | Included Works |
|---|---|
| The Saga of Klineklaus |
Klineklaus the Jousting Mouse Klineklaus and the Merelew Joust Klineklaus Learns to Fly, a Song for Emyrose The Death of Klineklaus Klineklaus the Jousting Mouse and the Kingdom in the Sky (by Kethrai) Klineklaus and the Spire of Vines |
| Allye and Almarius' Creepy Doll Series |
Murder Doll Duet Primrose Doll Duet Ventriloquist Dummy Story |
Solo Concerts
| Title | Performance Date | Set List |
|---|---|---|
| Arthe Dale Concert | 10/12/2022 |
It Takes Two to Mango: Dating Advice for Fruit Pun Enthusiasts and Everyone Else Also Klineklaus, the Jousting Mouse Lullaby Are You My Mommies? Into the Sea Klineklaus and the Merelew Joust Bird of Summer The Death of Klineklaus How a Prydaen Ought to Be |
Individual Performances
Scripted Plays
| Title | First Performance Date | Notes |
|---|---|---|
| The Kiss Will Make It Final | 11/18/2011 | co-written by Rheeni, for the "Apostles Presents" play series |
| Camlond Keep, Episode 1: "Jousting Injuries" | 01/20/2012 | co-written by Rheeni, for the "Apostles Presents" play series |
| Camlond Keep, Episode 2: "The Yellow Dress" | 02/10/2012 | co-written by Rheeni, for the "Apostles Presents" play series |
| Camlond Keep, Episode 3: "Self-Improvement" | 06/29/2012 | co-written by Rheeni, for the "Apostles Presents" play series |
| The Woman in the Lake | 07/17/2012 | Apostles and Zoluren Ladies Bedtime Story Competition |
| Camlond Keep, Episode 4: "A Good Man" | 07/27/2012 | co-written by Rheeni, for the "Apostles Presents" play series |
| Camlond Keep, Episode 5: "Love, Glory, and Naphtha" | 08/10/2012 | co-written by Rheeni, for the "Apostles Presents" play series |
| Blood From a Stone | 09/13/2012 | for the "Apostles Presents" play series |
| Another New World | 03/31/2020 | for the Fancy Pants Adventure Club |
| The Little Lobster | 09/30/2021 | for The Arthe Repository Team (TART) |
Allye's Residences
| Home | Description |
|---|---|
| Crossing: Starfall Hall | [Willow Walk, Willow Tree]
The massive weeping willow tree for which the garden is named spreads its trailing branches toward the ground, veiling the area and swaying with every breath of passing breeze to both reveal and conceal. Occasionally, the leaves part enough to allow a glimpse to the south of the Sorrow Garden in which the Empath Guild Leader stands, and the tall wrought-iron fence running between there and here. You also see a dark cedar frame house, a pine-trimmed home, a white oak-shingled cottage with a weeping willow tree in the front yard, an ivy-covered hall with a crumbling brick chimney visible over the roof and a cozy blue stucco abode. |
| Riverhaven: Magnolia Manor | [Magnolia Corner, Blossom Circle]
One particularly large tree rests in the middle of the path, forcing the pavers to split the line of cobble in two to accommodate the trunk's breadth. Laden with pristine white blossoms, the magnolia's branches extend far over the rooftops of several nearby houses. Local birds twitter noisily above, concealed by the leaves. You also see a tidy cat, a stately white marble manor with clusters of budding pink amaryllis along the path to the door and a wooden gate within a tall boxwood hedge. |
| Fang Cove: Beach Villa | [The Enclave at Fang Cove]
This quiet locale is a blend of soil, sand, shell and wood debris as the inland jungle meets and mingles with the beach. A long dead frond rests its dried tip on the ground as it dangles from a tall full-headed fan palm. From time to time, one of the night's avian predators alights in the treetop and silently surveys the sandy beach for its prey. You also see a spacious white sandstone villa with tropical shonji plants growing in brightly colored clusters along the path to the front door and an unremarkable hutch. |
| Shard: Doll Shop Apartment | [The Second-Floor Hallway]
The walls of the upstairs hall are covered with cream paper hand-painted in tones of green and gold with scenes of woodland and meadow. Two bronze lamps light the hall, and a big window graces the street end. You also see a silverwood door elaborately carved with blooming vines and an Elven silk picnic cloth embroidered with silvery thread with several things on it. |
| Crossing: Almarius and Allye's Writing Room | [Dintacui Apartments, Third Floor]
A giant geometric rose has been sculpted out of the end of this corridor. Underneath it run several lines of poetry, lit by glowstones emitting softly pearling light. You also see a blue willow door covered in fanciful depictions of puffy white clouds and glittering rainbows, a brass-trimmed olivewood door and a yew door. |
Allye's Alfar Companion
>meditate spoon As you contemplate the spoon, the air around you grows crisper, with the sharp smell of late autumn. In the distance, you hear the gentle chiming of bells, though their tones are slightly discordant to your ears. Abruptly, you realize that you are not alone, a poised alfar warrior crowned by a wreath of Zoluren white gladiolus blossoms standing before you. Gently, the creature takes the spoon from your hand, inspecting it gravely. In a sonorous voice, the poised warrior says, "This has been lost to my people for many years, and we had all but given up the search. My name is Arna. I owe you a great debt, Allye. Call upon me at any time, and I will come to your aid." The warrior bows respectfully, its left hand resting over its heart. As it straightens the warrior appears less real, like a reflection seen in an antique mirror. You close your eyes to blink away the dizzying apparition and when you open them, the creature is gone.
Your heart skips a beat as your spell sends a subtle jingling call outward from you in all directions. A poised alfar warrior crowned by a wreath of Zoluren white gladiolus blossoms calmly strides in and surveys the area. You see a poised alfar warrior crowned by a wreath of Zoluren white gladiolus blossoms. The poised alfar warrior is in good shape. It is wearing some lacquered black heavy plate. It is carrying a spiked black shield, an unusual black blade. >desc warr Towering at a colossal height, the immense fae warrior moves with a loping grace despite its size. Scars crisscross the sharply angled planes of aldamdin-white skin that compose the creature's visage and frame, and golden cat-slitted eyes glint with an untouchable, stoic serenity. A delicate garland of velvety ruffled flowers twined through woven ivy encircles its head, the soft blooms a tender contrast to its battle-hardened features. The warrior hovers near you protectively, smiling briefly at you when it notices you looking its way.
Allye's Circle of Sympathy Tree
You gesture. A lofty e'erdream tree swept with blossoms veiled by gossamer foliage rises up from the ground, its golden leaves stretching out into the air. > look tree The ethereal tree stands tall with a pale blue trunk and high, spreading branches. Thin golden leaves and clusters of pale blossoms trail toward the ground upon delicate, translucent fronds. The layers of filmy foliage blur the lines between leaf and bloom, softening their aureate edges into a gentle shimmer reminiscent of sunlight filtered through gauze.
Allye's Vela'tohr Plant
As you gesture a rambling vela'tohr plant with cupped cordate leaves cradling golden nectar forms and grows before you. > look plant Lush green leaves unfurl in imprecise spirals along the plant's tendrils, sprawling wild and dewy. Toward the center, a few leaves curl upward as if in offering, each laden with a drop of golden vela'tohr nectar. The aureate ambrosia reflects the available light, gleaming like captured sunbeams within the verdant hollows. Casting a warm glint of kindred hue up through the dense foliage, a luminous translucent heart nestles at the root of the stem. Giant dark green leaves yawn open from the base of the stalk, revealing a myriad of brilliant flowers.
Allye's Items
Known as "Fashion Princess" among the Gnome set (well, Violetti at least), Allye has an extensive wardrobe, paired with an ever-growing wishlist of clothing, jewelry, and other items. She is available for design help, upon request.
To see a (more or less) full list of Allye's alterations, please click below:
Other Related Pages
- Things Allye Likes
- Allye in Other People's Words
- Allye's Awards and Honors
- Allye's Picnic Basket Madness