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.

[Taillus]

Blood is Thicker - Part 3

The black robed man waves a hand, motioning for Allentus to quickly follow as he flips his own hood over his head and runs out of the alleyway before slipping through a half opened door. Once they both are inside, the mysterious man reveals himself again and lights a single lantern, setting it on a rickety wooden table. Allentus was still quite shaken from his actions, seeing as slaying a man proves to be quite sobering. The man invites Allentus to sit, giving him a potent tea to further sober the murderer.

"I watched you kill that Nord, child. Even though it was a mistake you showed some serious skill that could brew into a proficiency we could most definately use in our little Organization. I want you to perform another slaying my child and if you prove successful you will join me amongst the ranks of the Dark Brotherhood. We will give you the power you desire to be written in the history books as the greatest assassin Cyrodiil has ever known." The man whispers with a gravelly voice before handing Allentus a short dagger to replace the one he had lost. It looked identical to his own but pulsated with a very evil energy.

Allentus let the hilt of the dagger fall into his palm. He looked to the man that might just have given him his only way out of prison. Either that or a one way ticket to his own funeral but despite the dangers involved, it seemed like a better idea than fending for himself on the streets of the Imperial City. Allentus asked nerviously what it was he had to do, or who it was that he had to kill to gain access to the Dark Brotherhood and this is where joining the Night Mother becomes tricky.

"Young child, I need you to erradicate the Count of Kvatch." The pale faced man in the black hooded robe smirks as he looks into Allentus' eyes. Allentus quickly found himself sick to his stomach, seconds from vomiting on his shoes and with good reason. Allentus hated the life his father set out for him but he did not hate his father personally. Again he wishes he could go back in time, back to a simpler, more forgiving time and place. he should have been thankful for what he was actually blessed with but now it was far too late to turn back.

"B..but he... that is my" Allentus stutters.

"I know. He is your father. The Night Mother must know that she has your loyalty. You will become her child after your deed and you will become what it is that you want to become. If your father cared for you as much as you think he does, then why did he let you rot in prison? Why didn't he get you free? I will tell you why! He is embarassed, ashamed that his son is making a bad name for him. He believes that he will be looked down upon because of your actions. He is a bad person my brother and you will be much better with us. In the end it is your choice but you and I both know that he will see you to prison if you try to return to him. He will make and example of you in an attempt to prove his strength..." The man states before pulling his hood over his face.

"If you decide to complete this test, you can find us here. When asked "What is the color of night?" you will reply "Sanguine, my brother." to gain access to our lair. May that blade find its target Allentus, I pray that it will."

Allentus watches as the chamelion shouded man opens the door to the house and steps into the street. He leaves the young man with his own thoughts, letting him ultimately decide for himself....

The End

This post has been edited by Taillus: Nov 17 2006, 03:36 PM