Diplomatic Immunity: Funeral Procession

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

“Well, it appears not much happened while we were absent, though I’m sorry to have missed the memorial service... perhaps we should visit Father Cain tomorrow. Anyway, let’s rest while we can and start again fresh tomorrow... perhaps a new day will give us a new perspective or a more workable lead to follow,” Tiberius remarks.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"I believe the memorial service is still continuing. It is not too late to pay your respects."

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

“We should head there first then, before retiring. Could you point us towards where it is being held?”

 

[Rystil Arden]

*The guards give them directions to reach the chapel.*

 

[Erekose13]

Mythweaver agrees with Tiberius' desire to visit the service prior to retiring and will follow along ruminating on the facts as he has been for the past 8 hours when not trying to stay on his horse.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*The trio heads over to the chapel, where they find Lynestra in deep mourning along with Vasha, Amber, Plydek, Leda, Tyrus, and Helena--fully veiled, of course, as well as various servants and staff.*

*The service is being held by an kindly old Rowaini fellow in a simple black priest's vestments, with occasional assistance from a rather homely~ matronly Rowaini woman in the garb of a prioress.*

(~Homely by Rowaini standards, of course. For a Rowaini, a homely woman might have 10 Cha, such is the Rowaini elan and joie de vivre)

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

*Tiberius slips quietly into a vacant seat near the back of the chapel with Claudia to listen to the memorial service.*

 

[Rystil Arden]

*The ceremony is fairly unadorned--there will probably be a much more ceremonial official burial some time later. The priest speaks simple words of sympathy and religious wisdom passed down from the Angels and leads through several chants in Celestial.*

 

[Erekose13]

Mythweaver stands near the back in silence as well. He will acquiese (sp?) to what ever traditions of Ammon's family dictate though he feels the once familiar pull to tell a story, a heartfelt desire he has not felt in a long time.

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: Acquiesce)

*When the service is nearing its end, the priest asks those who knew Ammon if they have any words to say. Lynestra tries to go first, but she is too choked up to speak, so Amber steps in and gives a speech about her brother, and then there is a short pause.*