Diplomatic Immunity: Wedding Bells a'Ringing

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: Nope. Only the door leading to the area by the windows and the door leading out. All the other doors are unlocked)

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

*Not that he can tell. It is admittedly possible, however. It all depends on exactly how the deadbolts were removed.*

OOC: Hmm, I'm not sure if I was clear enough...I meant whether they could have been pulled closed and have locked as they are, after the tampering was done.

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: Yes, they could have been)

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

*Tiberius heads back to the main room after inspecting the lock at the rear door, before searching for Ammon through another unopened door.*

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Tiberius and Mythweaver open doors, and eventually they reach a cozy and beautiful bedroom, full of gorgeous paintings, a bookshelf with various texts and manuscripts, a delicate Larakese silk carpet, elegant handcrafted furniture, and a ceiling that swirls with beautiful patterns of magic that makes it look just like the night sky, full of stars. In the centre of the room's back is a large royal king-sized bed covered in silk sheets and flanked by soft cushions all around. Lying on the bed, eyes wide open and mouth partly agape as if wincing in pain, staring at the ceiling is Ammon. His hand clutches at the dagger planted in his chest, and the crimson stain of his blood is pooled over his bare flesh and the white silken sheets of the bed, turning it a burnished-reddish-brown as the blood is dry.*

(OOC: Hmm...we are quickly reaching a good point to transition to Act II )

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

“Well, this doesn’t look promising,” Tiberius says grimly, somewhat at a loss for words, as he moves to check whether Ammon is still alive...even though it looks hopeless.

OOC: Does Tiberius even recognise Ammon? I wouldn’t imagine so, from earlier comments about certain people recognising his father, as an older, more serious version of Ammon.

 

[Bront]

Vasha screams "Brother!"

She runs to his side, and wastes no time casting a spell on him, hoping to heal his wounds.

OOC: Cure light. Yeah, probably too late, but she can try.

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: Tiberius sort of recognises him. The eyes are similar, if a different colour, and the hairstyle is about right, if also a different colour. He is definitely a Rowaini and not a Praetor though.)

*Vasha's spell is futile. There is no cure for death.*

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

*Moving quickly back out to the main room, an uneasy look on his face, Tiberius approaches the servant.*

“Could you find someone in charge of security please, perhaps Lord Atreides too...though I will leave that to your discretion, as it seems Ammon has been...murdered.”

OOC: Apparently Tiberius got shoved out of the way by Vasha when he went to check if Ammon was alive.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*The servant is aghast.*

"You killed Lord Ammon?! He always said the Valsians might come after him..."