A delivery of Cargo at the Port of Vidinia

[AnteaterAshley]

Preface: I feel like doing a lot of lore / characterbuilding in the forum, as it's the only way to mass document IC events to be viewed outside the minecraft server as of now
The gray sky was thick with marine fog. The Thalassian Sea oft had turbulent weather at this time of year, so Cyrus was thankful for the relatively calm seas at least, even if he could tell a storm was brewing on the horizon. Fortunately, Cyrus had found refuge before things got too out of hand. Having prepared a length of rope, looped and knotted at the end, Cyrus let free the anchor of The Kian as he tossed the rope around the steel rungs that dotted the Dock. Holding his stance as he tugged on the rope, the ship slowly aligned itself with the dock as he began tying the warp down, holding the vessel in place properly. Moving below deck to lie down, Cargo Manifest in hand, Cyrus reviewed his cargo;

"Iron picks, cut stones, and alchemical supplies... Good haul."

Cyrus turned over to record his expected yield from this shipment,
> Expected yield: 8 Gilder
> Raw Value of T-S Shipment: 5,3G
> Expected profit: 2,6G

Blowing on the ink to expedite its drying, Cyrus closed his manifest in one hand with a faint clapping sound as he prepared the supplies he had laid out in the order. Having gathered all the supplies, he began to move them up onto the main deck, where he would load them onto his cart on the land. By now, night was drawing somewhat near, and the classic northern sunsets overpowered the thinner layers of fog that were farther from the sea. Rays of piercing orange cut through the marine layer, with individual rays of sunlight streaming down from the skies to illuminate the inland fields. Feeling the pressure of time, Cyrus put a kick in his step. Clattering the pickaxes onto the floor, Cyrus briefly examined the supplies to ensure he had everything. Seeing as all was in order, he approached the gunnel as he prepared to grab his cart from the dock.

From the corner of his eye, however, he caught a glimpse of something. Something familiar, yet foreign. Something loved, yet distant. Something young, yet jaded. Something faithful, yet deluded. Squinting his eyes, he saw the face of his sister in the Vidinian marketplace. Still donning her Cajra robes, her devotion far outshone any piousness Cyrus once had. Ruffling through her robes, she pulled out a paper and examined it, seemingly checking her own list of supplies. Putting away her list, she stepped towards the dock to (unsuccessfully) look for the Butcher's shop.

Turning out of sight, Cyrus hid with his back to the mast of his ship. It had been years since he had seen his sister last, and it had been eating away at him. He had no idea how his sister ended up in the court of the White Fox, but he had a deep sense of discomfort with the whole thing. He'd heard from Valis how quick the White Fox was to anger, and how he was not afraid to resort to violence. In his own personal deals with the Lord, he had found him to be a deeply troublesome and bitter person. He couldn't imagine Father giving up Leila willingly, but then again he hadn't seen Father for just as long as her. Cyrus tilted his head back, meeting the mast with a soft thud as thoughts surged through his head. Guilt gnawed at him like a starved beast at bone.

What if he had just held out, for Leila? Why did he leave her all alone? He KNEW how Father was, what kind of brother was he to just abandon her in the mountains? To cut them off from money he KNEW they needed? He'd lied to himself, he'd lied to Kian and his crew, but deep down he knew that when he walked out that door he was condemning his family to starvation. How would she feel when he saw him?

In reality, he had burned that bridge as soon as he slammed that door and walked out on Leila. There was no way he could face her now, after everything he'd put her through. Stepping down below deck, Cyrus swung the trapdoor closed above him as he retreated for another sleepless night.

[FrankNop]

It makes a lot more sense to be honest. The just put 10 in everything was just an immediate response without much thought I think. I doubt he would have 10 in physique, wits is a bit iffy for 10 and he certainly didnt possess 10 charm