A WRIT OF PASSING.

[Navigator 4260]

Spoiler

This is why you don't let people convince you to dice roll stuff lawl.

 

 

---

 

It is with hearts burdened by a profound and sorrowful gravity, that we are to announce the tragic and untimely passing of The Right Honorable, Count Hadrian August Temesch et Martiel, Count of House Temesch, and a true son of House Temesch et Martiel. 

 

His Lordship, in a courageous attempt to uncover the seas and find a path for Descendantkind upon new lands, set sail East-bound upon the Brilliance of August. In an act of God’s tempestuous might, during a storm-at-sea, a wave of colossal proportions breached the deck of the Brilliance, and the Count Hadrian was, alongside two of his esteemed sailors, thrown to sea, from where no mortal soul could return.

 

We commend the spirit of the good Count Hadrian to the Almighty GOD, knowing and trusting that he is received upon the Seven Skies, where he may enjoy peace and tranquility, having lived the life of a pious man.

 

He is survived by his Lady Wife, the Countess-Consort Celina Isidora Temesch et Martiel, and his two young children, the young Lord August Lucius, and the young Lady Amadea Andromeda. We ask that in this time of grieving, the Lady Celina and her children be allowed peace and quiet.

 

 

---

 

Due to his young age and the untimely nature of his passing, the House Temesch et Martiel has not found any notable will left behind by the Right Honorable Count. As such, it is the charge of this Seneschal that writes this missive to announce the following;

• Any titles held by the good Count Hadrian August Temesch et Martiel are to be henceforth returned to his mother, the Countess Emeritus Adriana Rosalind Temesch et Martiel.
• Any belongings held by the good Count Hadrian August Temesch et Martiel are to be henceforth returned to his mother, the Countess Emeritus Adriana Rosalind Temesch et Martiel.

 

 

---

Nemo tan Sapiens,

The Seneschal of House Temesch et Martiel.

 

[TaraJess 2848]

 

[scoobi 124]

Anne Adriana Temesch stared at the missive for a long while. An unnaturally long time, reading over the words. Soon enough, a sigh broke through, handing the paper off to another. 

@Cheeseycereal

"Another one gone... and he looked just like me..." 

 She hadn't known him well, or quite at all, but it was still blood.
"...shall we bet on who's next?"

[HIGH_FIRE 5490]

For days on end Adriana just sat alone, contemplating everything that had happened in the last years, how poorly her life had been going, with the constant theme of loss and devastation. Now was simply a Mother's worst nightmare, their child dying before them. Her firstborn son, whom she had raised, watch grow and become a man she was deeply proud of, Hadrian, he was gone now. No goodbyes, no closure, just gone. The nature of it all was just tormenting her endlessly, destroying any manner of thought she could muster. 

 

After those days left in isolation and filled with torturous thoughts, she finally emerged, depleted of energy. She took one of the toys she had given him as a kid and hugged it tightly, quietly sobbing as she made her way through their new house, She placed it down and gathered all keepsakes she had of him, effectively making him a small shrine and memorial where she couldn't have a grave. There she spent some hours mourning the worst nightmare she had never expected.

 

Once it all felt as done as it could be, she sent word to her daughter and daughter in law before penning a missive on what would happen going ahead. Despite the horror the family had just felt, the house must move forward as one and she wouldn't leave her family without protection nor direction.

[Cheeseycereal 829]

12 hours ago, scoobi said:

Anne Adriana Temesch stared at the missive for a long while. An unnaturally long time, reading over the words. Soon enough, a sigh broke through, handing the paper off to another. 

@Cheeseycereal

"Another one gone... and he looked just like me..." 

 She hadn't known him well, or quite at all, but it was still blood.
"...shall we bet on who's next?"

 

“For would it be wrong that I want to bet?”
The sister snickered, before fixing her gaze upon the missive once more.

 

For the loss her daughter was enduring- Oh, she knew that feeling far too well. She should have spent more time with her grandson. So many should’ves, and far too many didn’ts.

 

The elder sister sighed softly.
How much blood would be spilled before the Temesch were no more?

 

She leaned back into her chair, eyes drifting toward the empty canvas before her.