#malcius

Malcius looked up at this, yellow eyes turning orange before the ashen man looked rather pensive. "I wiped out an entire village with my troops, helped...Gave the order. Simply because they harbored a Death knight and I couldn't stand the thought of some dark wielding monster protecting them." He sighed heavily, shoulders weighted down. "But I was the real monster that day...Not the death knight."

"...You...You're him." The guard sputtered as he recognized the black and red armor. Yellow eyes peered from behind his helm, eyes narrowing and the orange tinged them slightly now. "Yes...Malcius the Black, I believe is what I've been labeled. Now you are holding some one here." The man's rumbling voice called dangerously, the alto to it bringing real dread to his person. He sat upon his grey horse, a few armored individuals behind him now as they returned from subduing the archers about the small post. A few more guards began to trot towards the one at the gate, they didn't expect much trouble in these parts.

The guard shook slightly, though when his comrades in arms joined him he seemed to do better. "You best leave...You're wanted! Not welcome here!" One of them shouted at Malcius, then another pointed their spear at the group.

"Secure the perimeter..."

Malcius ordered as he stepped down from his horse, eyes red now and the Light surged about him. Except...It was perverted into red flames and his blade ignited, turning into a metallic whip that could return to it's blade state when needed. "...The hard way then." He growled, eyeing the death knight among them and his hatred rose from the depths of his person. Fuel to his burning fires as he began to battle them, tossing some and impaling others. He grabbed a face plate and seared a man alive in his armor.

He stormes towards the small prison building, breaking it open as the others had barred it and began his work on the ones within who were more skilled.

More cracks of bone, a rifle shielded against by the man and his burning light. One by one he made his way to the last cell where a male gnome sat in chains. The gnomes blue hair a mess and decently long now. His big green eyes bulged at the sight of Malcius's approach. "High Executor!" He squeaked before standing away from the bars as they were made molten.

"Yes..." the looming shadow growled, fire burning about him and his red black armor stained a bit with blood. "Chief Engineer...It's time to depart. No need to keep gawking." The heavy footsteps of the knight ringing a bit, he knelt down with a clank and seared the chains off. His red eyes watching the gnome carefully. "Unless of course...You'd rather stay." He warned ominously, testing the gnome.

The Chief Engineer shook his head and waved his freed hands. "N-no sir High Executor Blackwood! Let's get out of here!!" He got up, dashing out the way the armored man had come.

28- What are they afraid of? What are they not afraid of? For Al, Mal, and Vorain

Alrinor is afraid of hurting those he loves, he's not afraid to do what must be done to solve a problem however.

Malcius is afraid of fire, of being alone. His house cursed to endure death over and over again. There is only ever one Blackwood alive most times. What he isn't afraid of...Jezebel.

Vorain fears redemption, he fears the weight of his actions coming crashing down if he were to be 'cleansed'. He's incredibly complex in that arena and it's far harder to explain how deep that fear goes and why. Feel free to poke me for details or perhaps come try to get to know him. As for what he isn't afraid of...Not much at all. Not out of hubris but perhaps resignation...If that makes any sense...

The ashen skinned man wiped at his tears, his yellow eyes were orange with emotion. He looked up with a sniff, turning his eyes away. "Yes..." his deep voice rumbled, a looming shadow was a good way to describe the man.

Malcius Blackwood...

For Malcius it would be when he entered the black waters for the first time when the Eclipse began to amplify him with the mysterious substance. He thought he had to just sit in the water but they shoved his head under and he thought they were going to drown him. He inhaled quite a bit if it but they pulled him out as he passed out.

Malcius is mega religious, like even though he isn't a Scarlet anymore and such. He's still very much after the Light and it's teachings. Wielding it against the accursed dark wielders.