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.

[jack cloudy]

And the next one.




A shadow leapt over the edge and crouched down on top of the wall. Cold eyes surveyed the courtyard without a single shred of compassion. The eyes spoke in only one language. Death. A torchbearing man geared up in the well-known armour of an Imperial legionnaire walked by below the shadow. The shadow dropped down on the man’s shoulders, a hidden claw slitting through his throat. With a loud thump, the corpse fell on the floor.
,,Marius, what was that?” A voice called out. The shadow hid in a nearby alcove for the death man’s colleague to arrive.

,,What? Al…..” The second legionnaires alarm was cut off when the shadow emerged. Fear gripped the man’s heart till he to felt on the ground, bleeding to death. The shadow observed the two corpses lying side by side with a cold pleasure. He crossed the now empty courtyard till he reached a tall wall rising up into the sky. His eyes looked up at the wall, looking for the balcony leading to his target. There it was, halfway up into the sky. The shadow retrieved two rings from under his cloak. Both were painted black though the scent of Magicka still filled the air.

The shadow slipped the first ring onto his finger and felt how his body became lighter than air. Rapidly, he began to float upwards, towards an invisible barrier. There it was, a feeling as if his entire body had been turned to ice and then ripped apart. Yet, when he had passed the barrier, there wasn’t even a single scratch to tell the tale. He had just done something few mortals had done before, he had passed a dispel barrier that could rob even the most powerful item or spell of its strength. The shadow quickly activated his second ring before he would plummet to his doom, discarding the first one away. He no longer had any need for it.

The balcony was now within reach. A hand reached out, grabbing the ledge and pulling up the body. After having made his way through a city full of patrolling guards, a wall, two more guards, a steep ascent into the sky through a dispel barrier, only a simple wooden door remained. There was no time or need for subtlety. A powerful kick broke open the lock and threw the door wide open. The shadow jumped through, landing on the bed of his victim. His claws descended, ripping through sheets and pillows.

His attacks failed to draw any blood. The shadow froze, though not of his own will.
,,Attempted assassination of Tamriel’s Emperor. Prepare for a life in jail.” A dark voice spoke from behind the frozen frame of the shadow.
,,That you made it here is commendable, but you should have realized that your passage through the dispel barrier caused a massive flare of light. On your next attempt, stick to stealth. Unfortunately for you, there won’t be a next attempt.” The door on the other side of the room was thrown open and the sound of armoured feet marched in.
,,Take him to the darkest prison you have and chain this monster to the wall.”