Cynric climbed aboard the ship when Sharee had given the signal, he wasn't really one for being quiet. No Cynric was more of a person to ask if you wanted to get rid of a body or make someone disappear. It seemed though as if the East Empire just wanted anyone to climb aboard, nets easily placed something that Cynric was quite grateful for. He didn't fancy pulling himself up the anchor. Lifting himself up and onto the deck he saw Sharee claim the first casualty of that day. Grinning to himself he pointed his hand at the dead body. It slowly rose up off the deck the the lifeless eyes becoming black. Cynric was not much of a swordsmen so bringing back the dead and using their skills to his advantage was something he would be more than happy to do.

One of the guards ran at Cynric, the recently revived body was quick to defend it's master moving in the way of the guards thrusting sword. Cynric smiled darkly his hand glowing a with green energy. The zombie had now grabbed the unfortunate soldier who was trying his best to avoid the snapping jaws of his revived comrade. "Quiet now take some solace in the knowledge that I will put your body to good use." 

The guards eye's were wide with fear as Cynric approached him. Quickly creating a shield he watched the guards friend fire an arrow that bounced off the shield that had just appeared. Using his free hand he pointed it at the archer who's face burst into demonic flames conjured straight from oblivion itself. Now at the guard whom the zombie had captured he brought his glowing right hand to the man's face and drained the life out of him. Once his body fell he instantly resurrected it the flaming man was now consumed by the flames that had previously engulfed him. Casting his hand over the flaming corpse the flames dissipated. 

Cynric sent his zombies to work as he continued to bring those who Sharee's men killed back to life to serve him. They would serve as a useful distraction for when they wanted to hold of the guard on land.