LADY ALLURA
You see Allura Slyboots the Half-Elf Thief.
She appears to be in her 90's, has unkempt, long dark brown hair, multihued eyes, and tanned skin.
She has a sinister blue shark tattoo on her forearm.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a beribboned feather trimmed tambourine in her right hand.
She is wearing a crystal amulet, a silver owl charm bracelet, a sea-blue vultite shield bound by silvery imflass and emblazoned with a golden owl perched on an ancient modwir, a bronze sovyn clove medal, a silver spidersilk pouch, some silver shark fin earrings, a deep black spidersilk satchel stitched with glistening black pearls and clasped with a polished golvern catch cleverly fashioned into crossed lockpicks, a gold-trimmed red velvet lute satchel, a turquoise glaes spider charm, a twisted multi-colored belt, a small leather toolkit, a vaalin-edged scale lockpick kit, a silver-dusted deep blue silk pack, a sharktooth necklace, an exquisite gold nymph pendant, a pearl engagement ring, some glittering scaled boots, a multi-hued shimmering silk skirt, a storm blue silk cloak edged with a band of grey waves and clasped by a silver shark, a teal blue hauberk, and a wide gold ring.
ALLURA'S SONG:
LAMENT FOR ELANTHIA
Once, not long ago,
Was a time when
Each place you would go,
You saw good friends.
Standing side by side,
There was pride:
It was our guide.But now...
No one seems to care;
So much anger.
People everywhere:
Total strangers.
Lonely in a crowd,
All so loud,
You want to scream.
Like a bad dream.Do you recall
In bygone days,
Helping all
In countless ways?
Fellowship
Was a thing
That we all would share
Everywhere.Dear Elanthia,
You are faded.
Glory days are gone,
People jaded.
Once you did inspire;
Lost your fire.
Cry a tear for Elanthia.All that matters now
Is promotion.
Such a rush to age:
No emotion.
Power is the aim;
Lust for fame.
There is no shame.So sad.
All the land for sale:
Name your prices.
Avarice prevails,
Greed entices.
Charity has died,
Cast aside,
In silver's name.
World insane.Our heroes gone,
Like blowing sands.
Gone away
To other lands.
As each goes,
We are less
Than we were before.
Truly poor.Fair Elanthia,
You are bleeding.
Those who were your strength,
Now are fleeing.
We who stay behind
Shall soon find
We shed a tear for Elanthia.Oh, Elanthia,
Near forsaken.
You have lost your soul,
Long since taken.
Will there come a day
When I say:
Does no one weep for Elanthia?
