The World of Cyndre

Okay, so some of you may have noticed me back in play. So... yes, I'm back.

Short of it is that my RL situation has resolved rather more swiftly than I anticipated. Not precisely in the manner I would have originally liked, but things are going well. Some highlights are:

* I'm starting a new job on the 14th.
* I joined a gym, I'm working out, and getting fit fast.
* I am happier than I've been in a long time!

I no longer have need to 'escape' my problems, since I have done everything I can do to resolve them, and the rest will work itself out in time. I also simply don't have the free time I used to, so the chances of me immersing myself in RP over RL is... well, pretty darn impossible.

I want to thank everyone who kept in touch, or even kept me in their thoughts. Your support has helped me more than you know, and I will always be grateful for you, my friends.

Now... GAME ON BABY!!

First, I'd like to say I hope everyone's having a good time, and enjoying one of the greatest Amber games I've ever had the pleasure of playing!

Second, I just wanted to let you all know that I'm doing well. The major upset in my life that forced me to leave the game is, right now, going in what I feel is a positive direction, but there's a lot to do yet to make sure it all works out for the best. It's not easy, and I'm journeying into some new and uncertain territory, but I feel that I'm making some major changes in my life that will help me become a better, happier person.

Also, though I am tempted, and I have even been given a green light, it will be some time yet before I return (and I do hope to). Playing online, as wonderful as it has been, has been at the center of a lot of these problems; it has allowed me to escape the realities of my life when I should have been focusing on fixing them, and I'm no longer going to succumb to that temptation.

Again, thank you all for all the good times, and with luck and progress, some day I'll be able to return.

Take care, and game on!

Last night was a perfect cap on a really good week.

One client very pleased with their commission.
One commission that did not rear its head... yet.
One /very/ wonderful party for a dear friend (hope she likes the gift).
Many wonderful costumes!
One very hilarious Gerard.
One secret learned.
One dance much enjoyed.

I even got Taleyned! Truly, it's remarkable how that girl can catapult herself across any distance for a hug.

I know I haven't written in a while. What could I say? How could I say it?

As bad as things were after Rebma, at least they're getting better. There is hope.

Hope that...

...someone will find my people, for better or worse.
...someone will find my people for the better.
...I won't lose him forever.
...others will understand I'm just not like them in many ways.
...all is not lost.

Whatever my losses, my heart remains strong and I've blessings to keep the fires burning.

I hate Rebma.

( Cyndre goes to the embassy with an unusual pet for Mostyn. )

Tankards alone: I never count

Tankards with friends: Ditto

Times wanted to cry: We won't go there

Times cried: 1

Best friends ever: 1

Surprises for Mostyn: 1

Nights turned around: 1


Hee! I can't wait to see the look on his face!

I still... No. Too soon.

I worry about Sol; the temporary measures I helped Sigrun put in place are far from ideal, and I don't like what it does to her in return for keeping her out of trouble. No matter what she does or has done, torture isn't the answer. I keep trying to comfort myself that it's saving lives.

Gerard. He has such a big heart, it gives me hope that everything will turn out okay. He's patient and kind, and I'm glad he's a part of my life.

And Mostyn. Does he really like me tormenting him? I hope so, because every ounce of joy I get from doing it is an ounce of joy I hope is returned to him.

Prince Benedict remains as he always has. I would be lost without him.

Colonel Solaris has given me sound advice, and I shall look to follow it. I hope she and I can sing again someday.

Eis.. Brother, where are you?

It's filthy.
The Yees are just about useless.
I want to burn it all down.

I miss
...my brother.
...Gerard and Mostyn.
...Aislin and Sol and everyone else.
...Benedict.
...my parents.

And I'm worshiped
...by mole people.
It's not their fault, so I try to be nice. I'd give them all up if it brought everyone else back. Trade them... whatever it took.
They are kind of cute and snuggly, though...

Wells saved: 0

Friends Injured: 2? 3? 4? Too many

Homelands Destroyed: 1

Giants left: 2?

Debts of Gratitude: Lots

Leaves of Bereavement: 1

Strange Potions drunk: 1

Plans for the fut.....zzzzz

It's... gone.

I've created a Cyndre wiki, and posted the lionshare of scenes for the Isle of Sun and Moon plot:

Here's the linky! Clicky!

Much on the page is information for players involved in the plot, but hopefully everyone will enjoy the logs.

( Cyndre goes to Karm for a scheduled meeting to discuss a trip home. She brings along some unexpected 'guests'. )

Some days, I swear... They're /all/ against me.

"Ah. Well, it won't ever melt, so we needn't worry about that." Cyndre explains to Miroslav congenially. Sol is shot a glare, and she asks, "Miroslav... I know this may sound like an odd request, but I don't suppose you have a pair of manacles? Bindings of some kind that won't burn or melt easily?" She glances back at Mostyn, since he's so quiet, just to make sure he's still there and okay.

Privately, to Mostyn, Cyndre tries to give an apologetic, pleading look to Mostyn.

Privately, to Cyndre, Mostyn looks unhappy and worried, but not angry at anyone right now.

Sol says, "Oooh, but sunshine, is NOW the appropriate place? Or was it your pleasure to have me on display for the amusement of your friends?" She looks to Mostyn, "Someone should tell me these things before they take me places."

Cyndre gives Sol a look of great long-suffering.

Miroslav smiles and nods. "Ah, well, I was not here when it arrived, so I think the servants just decided to play it safe." He cocks his head at the odd request. "Ah, probably?" He nods at the servants who brought in the sculpture to let them know to see what they can find. He eyes Sol a moment then moves over to the sculpture.

Mostyn says, quietly, "A little forewarning seldom goes amiss."

Sol smiles to Miroslav, "She hasn't had a chance to have me properly branded so if I ever escape it'll be known to whom I belong to."

Miroslav inclines his head at Sol. "Ah, I see." There's an odd an faint quirk of his lips as he turns from Sol and Cyndre to study the ice model of the well.

"Well this wasn't exactly a planned run-in, Mostyn, so I'm sure allowances can be made." Cyndre says, and Sol's next remark just makes it worse. "Bah!" Alone she drifts, in the sea of criticism and teasing. Long suffering becomes eternal.

Sisters to kill: 1

Sisters to save: 1

Worlds to save: Too many

Trips home: Soon

Awkward Questions: 0

Some days, it almost doesn't pay to come out of the smithy. And then something happens to turn it all around, and prove you right.

Then something else happens to prove you wrong.

What the hell end is up anymore?

You'd think that a bar brawl between friends wouldn't actually end up being between friends. But lo, guess what happens when...

( A fire giantess and two Rebmans walk into a bar... )

Minor edit to protect Lady ****'s identity.

I have had my suspicions concerned with regards to the so called 'noble metals' confirmed. My concerns have been voiced, and I have been left to my own devices on the matter. I thought I would have preferred otherwise, but this at least gives me the confidence that I can resolve the problem as I see fit.

An agreement will need to be signed. An oath.

Now that's out of the way... Mostyn has a sister, Heulwen. It troubles me that they seem to be at such odds, from what he tells me, but I don't know what I can do to help them. I would like to get to know her. Befriend her. But what if she's as bad as he says? I want to get along with his family. I like his uncle, and I hope I can like her.

Sol is off in Kitezh with the others. I hope they're all okay. I wish I were there with them, so I could make sure they're okay.

The trip home draws nigh. Soon I will meet with the others, then I will get to see first hand how bad it all is. I haven't been drinking so much lately, either. Patience is wearing thin again.

Surprises: 2

Vanished friends returned: 1

Vanished friends found with current friends: 1

Suspicious commissions: 1

Books found: 3

Books recommended: 2

Books kept: 1

Plights discussed: 1

Very Helpful Princesses: 1 (2, but 1 recent)

Awkward conversations on the horizon: 1, maybe 2 (I fear 3)

Can't wait for these wounds to heal. I suppose I'm just being impatient given my powers of healing, but hobbling about while the stiffness works out is irritating. Sol said roadspawn had a way of tainting those they wound, which concerns me... But I've yet to be affected by such a thing. She spoke a litany for me anyway, just to be safe.

Saul dropped by this morning, interested in a weapon for Eli. It was a sweet thing for him to do, even if he can't currently afford my prices. We spoke of other things, too. I look forward to taking him to the mead hall; I keep hearing talk about drinking like it were a bad thing...

Personally, I think people just need to swallow their pride, learn some humility, and stop worrying about things that never truly matter in the end.

It's been wonderful.

I'm still a little confused and adjusting to my newfound love-life, but in all everything there's been delightful.

Having Eis around is certainly a comfort, even if his hugs are horrible.

Drama and romance unfolds around me, which is surprisingly entertaining.

In all, I've been thoroughly distracted.

It's still not enough to quench my desire to return home.

Soon. Very soon.