The Temple of Lore, Works of the Schola Options

[Black Hand]

This thread is for the stories of the members of Order of the Schola, for any questions you may have please click on the following link.

http://chorrol.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=3495

ANYTHING that is not a story or poem or whatever should be posted on the link that was just provided. Thank you, not trying to be mean, just trying to keep our sacred temple clean. Now then, an explanation.

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The Temple of Lore is a sacred sanctum of tomes, dreams, thoughts, abstracts, histories, stories, poems, and the written word.

It exists in the twilight, between reality and fantasy, it embraces all forms and images that attempt to define it. It is perception, and the perciever.

There exists an order of men, commonly known to the masses as the Writers Guild, more accurately called the Order of the Schola who have mastered this twilight abstract in the form of storytelling, they alone have the power to transcend to the Temple of Lore, and contibute and take from its threads of knowledge.

They exist amongst us as Journalists, Bards, Old Men sitting on a porch with a glass of lemonade recanting old experiences. If you ask nicely, and your lucky to find the chosen few, a Schola can breathe life into any illusion, any thought.

[The Metal Mallet]

Decided to make another journal entry from our hopefully new found Dremora friend, Rhuragix! Enjoy


Memoirs of a Dremora A Fictional Journal Entry by Writer The Metal Mallet

Lemme tell you, dear readers of whatever infernal realm you belong to, that serving under Mehrunes Dagon is no easy feat. Especially when it seems that oftentimes his followers are just as crazy as Sheogorath’s. That Dark Elf with the hots for Cliffracers was just one instance. I’ve had plenty of other “odd” servants to deal with.

As usual, during my downtime from visiting Tamriel, I was found playing poker with my other Dremora buddies, Phallix, Jubric, and Bob. Of course, I was winning as usual and just when I was certain I would ascertain victory, Mehrunes shows up. Being the flashy Daedra that he is, he just has to stop right onto the poker table, ruining everything. Lord of Destruction indeed.

“Rhuragix! You have business to attend to with one of my faithful servants. Don’t disappoint me,” Mehrunes boomed before disappearing in an ear shattering thunderclap of energy.

Still clutching my ears in agony, I was immediately torn to shreds before being ensemble back on Tamriel. Not a good start, as I roared out my pain, causing a puny little Bosmer to jump three feet off the ground before he scurried a safe distance from me. Or at least a distance he thought was safe. I do have a pretty mean fireball if I do say so myself.

Looking around at my surroundings, I judged that I was in the wilderness of the Cyrodiil province. I had been taking Tamriel classes since the Cliffracer incident so I could actually understand what these mortals were blabbing about. I still felt I had no need to speak with them though as I waved the Bosmer over.

The Bosmer creped out from behind his cover and approached me warily. When he realized I wasn’t going to hit him or anything he started bouncing around in glee, hopping from one foot to the next, a stupid little smirk on his face.

“It worked! It worked! I finally did it right! I’m a proper conjurer now! Hehehehe!” the Bosmer cried. His high-pitch squeal was quite grating on the ears. I hoped that he didn’t always sound like that. After his moment of happiness I found out that he did always sound like that.

“Okay… Well, I brought you here to take care of some annoying Legionnaires that have kicked me out of my cave. Those lousy…,” the Bosmer said while throwing off a string of obscenities, some of which I found quite creative.

After calming himself down, the Bosmer told me to follow him. We walked through the forest for what seemed like hours. The surprising thing was that the Bosmer was completely quiet the whole time. He did not utter a single word of annoyance. For once, I was actually enjoying myself.

Eventually we reached an open spot of land and the Bosmer decided to stop our walk. Keeping his voice low, he whispered instructions to me.

“Just over the hill is my cave, they probably have a sentry out there. What I want you to do is take whoever it is out. I’ll back you up with my bow,” he whispered, nodding towards the longbow strapped to his back.

If we wanted to do this the best way possible, I would’ve suggested he simply used the bow to take out the sentry before they knew what hit him. But I really felt like killing something so I didn’t voice my opinion. Instead, I nodded and began to climb over the hill.

Looking beyond the crest of the hill, I saw the sentry that was expected to be there. Now it was time for me to have some fun! I decided we should keep the noise down, so I went with a stealthy approach. I took out my tanto and managed to sneak around the far side of the hill without the sentry seeing me. You’d be surprised at how quiet we Dremora can be, even in our armour.

I crept up behind the sentry, wrapped my arm around his throat, my hand covering his mouth, and pierced my tanto through his leather armour into his body. My tanto poked threw the front side of the sentry as they stared down in horror before slumping down.

I withdrew my tanto and eased the body to the floor. Looking up the hill I all ready saw the Bosmer skipping down the hill, tittering gleefully. Upon reaching my position, he proceeded to kick the corpse a couple of times.

“Haha! That’s what you deserve!” he spat at the corpse before turning back to me. “Well? Let’s keep going!”

I nodded once more and entered the cave, the Bosmer following close behind. Almost immediately we stumbled upon a front guard who cried out in shock, as he saw me first. My retaliation was a fireball that completely consumed the guard in flame. Before the guard could even cry out in agony, he collapsed to the floor. Mmmm crispy!

We walked past the guard, the Bosmer gagging over the smell of burnt skin and hair. I couldn’t help but chuckle at that. How was I ever going to rise in the ranks of Mehrunes when was always stuck with lack wits like these?

Brushing my question aside, we continued down the twisted rock path, which eventually led to a closed door. Many voices could be heard on the other side. It would be no problem for me if I came in there fireballs blazing. It was just that from then on, it would be war instead of stealth. No matter; bloodshed was my kinda thing.

I looked to the Bosmer, who cocked an arrow in his bow. I turned to the door and kicked it down, shouting a battle roar. All the immediate people in the room yelled in fright, but a few managed to go for the weapons. I unleashed a fireball at the nearest one, consuming that man in flame. I turned attention to the next warrior when suddenly a stinging sensation erupted from in between my shoulder blades.

The only person behind me was the Bosmer. The stupid fool had shot me! I went to turn around to give him a piece of my mind, but I then noticed my whole body was rooted to the floor. Great. Not only did he shoot me with an arrow. It just happened to be one with a paralyze poison added to it.

It was then that I noticed the battle axe swinging for my head.



Next thing I knew, I was standing in Oblivion once more. I looked over and saw Phallix, Jubric, and Bob still playing cards.

“Eh, Rhuragix! Back all ready?” Bob quipped, pulling out a chair, “Come play with us.”

I sat down in the chair and rubbed my head. Blasted Bosmer… I hope he got what was coming to him….