The Funeral of Sybille Temesch

[Ophi 258]

 

In loving memory of

A Mother, Wife, and Daughter.

 

With solemn hearts and a shared sense of duty, Marcel Godfrey Temesch, Head of House Temesch et Martiel, extends this invitation to all friends, allies, and those who held her in esteem, to attend the funeral of Sybille Maddelena Temesch.

Sybille Maddelena lived a life of quiet grace and steadfast devotion to her family. Her passing leaves a silence deeply felt within her household and beyond, yet her memory remains woven into the lives of her children, family, and close acquaintances.

Those who held her in affection, respect, or closeness are invited to gather in mourning and remembrance. The service shall be conducted in dignity and reflection, followed by a time where words may be spoken, prayers offered, and memories shared in her honor.

The funeral will be held in a chapel outside of Alduun. We will gather in Alduun thirty minutes prior to the ceremony.

Personal Invitations

The House of Greye, and their people.

Countess Sloane Patchakutiq and her people.

Alysanna Maya Rostova, and her family.

Viscount Caspian Colborn, and the House of Colborn.

Adriana Verbena, Mother of Sybille, and her Family.

Franz, and The House of di Spinasacra.

 

Anyone else wanting to pay respect to the deceased may make an appearance as well.

We ask that all guests dress themselves appropriately for the occasion.

 

 

Signed,

Head of House Temesch et Martiel, First born son of Sybille Maddelena Temesch

 

Spoiler

Date & Time: 9th of May, 5pm EST

 

[Spellblades 749]

Vesryn Greye sat in front of the moonlit shrine, one dedicated to Luara.

The Mali'ker knew that he would have to attend so many of these in his future; it still stung to know he would outlive all those he knew.

 

"Luara, guide this family as you have I. For I do not know that I have the strength to."

 

He knew Sybille mattered to many people as he scratched a name off the blade he carried. The Vel'luah rune, fading silver, a step towards Adrian Greye's room, he knew his Uncle needed help during these times.

[comatoseprincess 507]

Alysanna stared down at the paper, somewhere within herself she hoped it would be a good thing to receive an invitation.. Instead she was hit with the death of someone she holds so dear, "Oh, Sybille..." She spoke out softly, staring down at the words like they would magically reword themselves and something else would be written in its stead.