Diplomatic Immunity: Wedding Bells a'Ringing

[Rystil Arden]

*Tiberius waits in the entry room with Claudia.*

“Well, I guess you won’t get to meet Ammon now, dear heart, and poor Lynestra is going to be heartbroken...”

"True," Claudia nods, "Unless she killed him, I guess. I wonder who did it? Could be a suicide too."

 

[Erekose13]

"Thank you." he says moving inside. He'll repeat the same to Rausin if he can spot him.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*He heads to the back of the guard post, where a man in gleaming white armour stands filling out some paperwork, his helmet on the table in front of him. He turns around.*

"Well, what seems to be the problem?"

*After Mythweaver claims he has urgent news:*

"And what would that news be, eh?"

 

[Erekose13]

"Would you mind if we discussed this in the Lord Tyrus' presence? I hate to be a pain, but with the urgency saying it once will be of great assistance."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Lord Atreus has business to attend to. This is his son's wedding night after all. Give me the one sentence summary."

 

[Erekose13]

"Ammon has been murdered, we discovered his body in his bed when he didn't show up for the Bachelor's party. Can we speak to Lord Tyrus now?" he says with a definite sense of urgency but tries to keep any sound of annoyance out of his voice.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Err, yes, I guess that qualifies then. Right away, sir," Rausin agrees, leading Mythweaver to a different building, where he knocks on the mahogany door to a study, "Lord Tyrus, a Mythweaver to see you with urgent news," Rausin reports.

*Tyrus sighs from inside the door.*

"I'm busy, Rausin. This had better be good. What can be more important than my finances?"

"Uhh, he's going to explain it to you sir, aren't you Byblan?"

 

[Erekose13]

"Lord Tyrus, it is with grave tidings that I come banging on your door this evening. Sir, I am afraid that only moments ago we went to check on Ammon as he had not shown up for his bachelor party for a full hour. Well sir, I am afraid that we have found him murdered in his bed." Mythweaver pauses, not wanting to push things too much.

(ooc: all his dipl. 19 will be used to try and keep his own head (then the rest of the groups) off the choping block)

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

"True," Claudia nods, "Unless she killed him, I guess. I wonder who did it? Could be a suicide too."

“Hmm, I don’t think he would kill himself, nor would Lynestra kill him I think...they were both very much in love and could hardly wait to start their life together. No, it must be someone else, but as yet I have little idea as to who...or why...ah, it is a dreadful turn of events indeed.”

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: Booboo! Tyrus instances on this page should be changed to Atreus forthwith. Tyrus is Lynestra's dad )

"Oh, well I guess that's more important than my finances," Lord Atreus admits, sighing as he gets up and stares at the wall, "Somehow, I knew that boy was going to get himself in trouble since he was younger...he just doesn't have a solid head on his shoulders...Hmm, I hope he wasn't beheaded or that would sound worse than I meant it."

"Ammon...my heir...my firstborn son. He's gone," Atreus sighs again, "I could rail out anguish and anger to the Fates, but such would be pointless. Time to salvage what good can be gained from this. I might be screwed with Tyrus, unless I can stick Lynestra with Orin...Orin will be thrilled if I manage that. At least the investors will be excited that I get to retain control for a few more years yet, so we won't go bankrupt. Anyway, Rausin, go raise an alert and stop that ship with the new guests from docking. We aren' going to let anybody in or out, the better to catch the murderer. You, Byblan, I know your kind has divination powers beyond our ken. I'd like you to assist in a search for the killer, if you would. But we don't need that crazy Nymph involved in this--she's likely to get water on something else expensive. Or that callow Sacra."