Dead Man Walking @ theshipwright 

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Although he had slept only a few hours ago, Murazor felt a wave of exceptional tiredness. He swayed where he stood, eyeing the shipwright with a sudden haze in his eyes. The change in his hair was no less surprising to him than it was to Cirdan, and he gasped with panic. Stroking the white strand as though to coax back the original pigment, he shook his head and muttered, “No, no, no, no…"

The once-wraith had intended for the spell to be perfect this time, strong enough to last a literal lifetime. Now, so soon, and after nothing but suffering, he was reverting to his ghostly form, just as he had in Ar-Dinenfaer’s company long ago. Soon he would be a Ringwraith again, and all his gain would be for naught. Worse, he considered, he may not revert at all, but simply fade to the dust, and leave his homeless soul to wander in misery. Instinctively his hand flew over the jewel of his ring.

“I need to go,” he hiccuped, not really daring to meet Cirdan’s eyes. “I do not care how, but I must leave.“ Murazor was backing up now, stumbling, trying as best he could to get away from the terrible Sea-elf. “Let me leave,” he uttered, “Let me leave!“

As Murazor’s panic increased and he started to behave even more like a caged and terrified animal, Círdan threw caution to the wind and reached out to grab the man by his shoulders.  "You need to breathe and gather your wits or you will simply turn yourself around and find yourself in a worse state,” his voice took on more of an air of authority and command as he spoke.  Gone was the gentle approach and softer voice, he needed to get him calmed down or at least focused on the moment. 

“You are not and never have been a prisoner,” he reminded.  He was waiting for flailing limbs or another shriek so he quickly dropped his hands and stepped back.  It left the doorway open and on purpose at that, but he was prepared to follow the man should he take the opportunity to flee.  He wanted to see where he was going, he wanted to know what was happening with him.  These were things he had never seen and really he thought he had reached the point where he had seen it all.

There were things that were eerily familiar and the flash of panic only aided in the deja vu that he was experiencing.  




nowe.
cirdan the shipwright.
lord of the grey havens.



independent & selective

shipwright

played by simon