Nytefall

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The agile heavy had been knocked to the ground by the surprise attack. Cynric looked at Xavier angrily. "Hey I could have handled him!"

Looking over the fight he could see several skirmishes happening, the agile heavy had not been stopped by Xaviers attack and got back up charging at Cynric. Side stepping him, Cynric brought his elbow down onto the man's skull. His helmet absorbed most of the blow causing Cynric a lot of pain in his arm. Rubbing his elbow his elbow he was rewarded by his action with a dump tackle from the heavy he had failed to subdue.

Dazed Cynric looked up at the armoured giant who brought a fist straight into Cynric's face. His face exploded in pain as the fist connected and broke Cynric's nose. "You'll pay for that! Cynric's anger flared as spark began to dance around his hands. Placing the palms of his hands on the man's armour he release the energy that had built up. The heavy suited man began to convulse and shake as the electricity began to flow through him. After about two seconds of this the man flew off Cynric landing on the floor in a smouldering heap.

Spitting on the floor he looked at the unconscious heavy. "You break my nose and fracture my jaw? I short circuit your nervous system. Have fun walking when you wake up!"

Wiping the blood away from his nose he surveyed the fighting once more. Noticing Seán was having a bit of trouble he built up a lightning bolt in his hands and let it fly. Due to the pain in his nose and jaw the bolt had less strength then when he had first started but, it did put the heavy off balance which should allow Seán to land a blow in and even the odds.

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HeySeuss said
Sorry, mistaken post in the Ic, whoops. What are the mechanics of casting a spell here? Any somatic motions or verbal component? Or is it all concentration?

for cynric i have a rule of him needing to gather static energy before he can use his magic, either by standing still and having a stronger purer blast tthat takes time to charge or by moving and having a weaker but quicker charge

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man I lave this for a few hours to let everyone post and bam so many posts to read through

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I hope i understood the whole magic aspect

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Cynric looked around at the rag tag group that had assembled and called out their names. The pubs atmosphere had livened up slightly, music playing in the background. With his cigar finished he stubbed it out on the table dropping it in his empty mug. AS their commander told them to move out Cynric had just sat down. Groaning he got back up stretched his legs and followed hunter through the door and towards the port.

Arriving at the port he was met with an amazing sight, great ships and people of all shapes and creed clambering on and off them preparing them for departure. The smell of the sea air was one of Cynric favourite. As he enjoyed the sea air his attention was drawn to a man who was reading from a rather long list. Announcing that the two squads would have to fight without weapons. Cynric was more than happy to oblige dropping his rapier onto the floor he looked at his opponents. "I see a lot of you are wearing armour made from metal. Iron I assume? Good."

Raising his fist into the air static electricity built up around his fist. Soon electricity began arcing from his fist to the ground, Cynric watched the electricity dancing around his feet. "Very poor choice of armour, most likely though. Your only choice." With this he let loose a bolt of lightning hitting the man who had been charging towards him in the chest knocking him away from Cynric and into his friends. "I will now teach you a lesson about how this works, your armour is a great conductor to my magic therefore you guys stay too close together and it will jump to one of your friends the effect will be slightly diminished though. Why am I telling you this? Well because I enjoy a challenge and it's been a long time since i've fought anyone worthy."

Gathering another bolt in his fist he prepared to let loose with another blast when a small man round house kicked him in the face, knocking him to the ground. The small man bounced on his feet as he signaled for Cynric to stand. He like the other heavies was covered in heavy plate armour, though he did not seem slowed by it. Rubbing his jaw he tasted blood in his mouth and smiled. Adopting a boxer stance the two men squared off.

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Well Cynric will give her a little jolt :D

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Or just get google chrome and enable spellchecker. It weeds out the really bad ones. As there are quite a few sentence errors and the lot. I'm not saying im perfect I just find it easier to find others people's mistakes then my own. Proof reading is your friend!

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fair enough

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True that but chibi here already said before Bridge posted that, that they were making a css

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/61272/posts/ooc?page=5#post-1898598

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Cynric had been to many places, as a mage for hire his skills were coveted and he had been paid well on each job he had done. None the less there came a point when collecting bounties and protecting people had got dull. This mercenary group intrigued him. He remembered the man who had taken his contract, a rather unpleasant man. But so would he, if he had been stamping and collecting papers all day. After he had signed up he was glad to hear that he had some free time. He took the time to buy a new eye patch and clean the one he was wearing. Cynric had a variety of eye patches to cover the hole where his right eye should have been. This new one was navy blue compared to the all of the black ones that he possessed. Putting on the new eye patch he went back to the inn to await the meeting.

The next day Cynric walked into the Tavern, looking around the dimly lit room he took in the sights and more noticeably the smell. This was not the first Tavern Cynric had been that smelled this bad and it would not be the last. To counter the foul smell of the tavern he grabbed one of the many cigars he kept on his person. His index finger glowed as he lit the cigar. Taking a deep breath he soon drowned out the smell of the Tavern with the cigar. Finding the particular group he belonged to he waited until everyone had gathered. Their sergeant was the first to speak, announcing his name and telling them a little about his past. Once everyone had introduced themselves it was now Cynric's turn to speak.

Taking the cigar out of his mouth he spoke. "My name is Cynric, I will be the other Mage that is accompanying this group. My skills lie in the manipulation of electricity a foreign thing to you all maybe but do not worry I wont be aiming for you. My job in this group will mainly be crowd control." Taking a deep draw of his cigar he exhaled the smoke and continued speaking. " My past is fairly simple; My father was a famous mage, rather not say his name as he made a fair few enemies in his past. I was taught by him and several other mages how to control and hone my abilities and a fair few other useless things. When all the learning became too dull i left my home town of Dylad and became a bounty hunter and mercenary. Oh and as for my eye? Well that is something I can talk about another time" Once he had finished talking he picked one of the pins off the table and attached it to his jacket.