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]

Memoirs of a Dremora: Crisis in Oblivion
By Writer The Metal Mallet

It seems as though I can’t even get some peace and quiet even in Oblivion! I shall tell you, dear readers, of one such incident.


It happened some time after my first experience of having a Bosmer summon me. Mehrunes had decided that our time was better spent guarding citadels than playing cards, much to my dismay. I had been winning constantly and could almost be considered a celebrity of sorts in our plane of Oblivion. I nearly had enough souls (which is our form of currency since monetary objects like gold and gems are trivial) that rivalled Mehrunes’ champions. Now, my goals of ascertaining such volume of souls was ruined as now I was forced to pace around in a boring old citadel. At least the fountain of blood was amusing to stare at.

I guess the logic behind Mehrunes’ sudden change of down time was due to events that had happened in the mortal realm. Mehrunes was finally able to put to use his citadels once more that allowed permanent gateways to the mortal realm. It seems that we are to go and take over the mortal realm. It sounds swell and all, especially since I requested to be apart of the invading force. Yet, Mehrunes was displeased with my previous trips to Nirn which resulted in me taking guard duty.

First off, it was hardly my fault that I was stuck with idiotic, self-absorbed, fools for servants! Secondly, it should be Mehrunes’ job to inform me about what a Cliffracer is. Thirdly, a Mehrunes Cultist should know how to use a bow properly and not be cowardly! All of these were uncontrollable on my part and yet I am punished for it! Now I was stuck staring at a fountain while Bob and Phallix were out there chopping off heads and other fun things.


One day though, I was staring out the window because the fountain had lost its initial splendour and I saw a company of mortals actually enter through the gateway. Finally! I was going to have some fun. I started to head down the citadel in order to get my flame on when an arm grabbed my shoulder.

“Where are you off to, Rhuragix?” Magus Helliz asked in an authoritative tone.

I pointed to the window. “I saw mortals enter through the gateway so I’m going to go down there and blast em away!” I said gleefully.

“You were instructed to stay in the citadel, therefore, that is what you shall do,” the robed Dremora said.

Growling I returned back to my bench. That uptight wad! Just because he was a Magus, Helliz had ranking over me, yet I felt very sure I could blast him away. He’d be too busy thinking about whether or not fighting between each other was allowed. Yet I knew that destroying Helliz would only result in my further punishment so I decided to wait. Hopefully they would make it all the way up here, because I surely didn’t want to miss out on any killing.



The commotion throughout the citadel had been going on for some time now. These mortals were fighting valiantly, and fortunately they were surviving. While I paced back and forth with expectation, my partner, Helliz, stood there, facing away from the only entrance the mortals would be entering. I still couldn’t decide on whether Helliz was that stupid, or that he was simply that arrogant. The former seemed to be more fitting than the latter.

I also couldn’t decide on whether or not I wanted to use my long sword or blast them with a fireball first. Sure seeing someone roasting alive was appealing, but so was watching limbs and appendages fly of a body. Choices, choices, choices….

Finally I could actually start to understand the shouts and cries of the mortals that had entered the citadel. The constant ordering led me to believe that they were either soldiers or possibly Fighter’s Guild members. All the same, I do enjoy a good fight.

The doorway opened, and instantly I disappeared from their eyesight. Meanwhile, Helliz still simply stood there. Was he deaf? Could he not hear the rattle of their armour? Or was this just some ploy?

My last question was answered when an arrow smashed into Helliz’s face, instantly taking him out. Now some of you readers might be curious to what happens when a Dremora is “killed” in Oblivion. Well since we are immortal creatures, we merely go through a stage of “rebirth”. While that may sound convenient, it is not a fun process to undergo. As I have previously mentioned, being summoned onto Nirn is like being virtually ripped apart and reassembled. Well, going through rebirth is many times more painful and not nearly as quick. That is because your previous memory must be removed to a dull remembrance because the reason you’re dead is because you failed at something. This removal is done in hopes to remove the aspect of your mind that caused you to fail. Hopefully when Helliz eventually returns, he’ll learn how to hear next time.

The clanking of boots told me that the mortals were slowly making their way towards me.

“Haha! I got that thing right in the face!” one of them happily said.

“Nice shot!”

“It didn’t even see it coming!”

“Ha ha I know, these things are more stupid than a goblin.”

The mortals laughed at the last comment and I finally lost it. As soon at the first armoured body came into my sight I brought my long sword crashing down. The force of it was enough that my daedric steel sliced right through the body. The mortals now screamed in horror as I charged at them, swinging furiously.

My next swing caught a second mortal unexpected, severing his head completely from his body. I did not take time to relish the sight as I turned to my next foe who had tried to drive his steel sword into me. The blade bounced harmlessly off my Daedric armour and I chuckled before kicking him through the window. His scream of shock and horror was music to my ears.

Suddenly I was struck by a bolt of lightning. I didn’t expect that magic was going to be used so the attack did hurt me. The uppercut with a war hammer didn’t help either as it launched me to the other side of the room. Shaking the pain from my head, I got up in time to see the hammer wielder charging at me. The fool, he was too far ahead of the rest of them to help him. Before he knew what was happening, I had my sword driven into his body. All he could do was gurgle in pain before dropping to the floor. I instantly dove away from another lightning strike, and hurled a fireball in the vicinity of the castor. A horrified scream told me I made contact with someone.

The room was now silent. I looked around at the destruction surrounding me and smiled. Mehrunes would be pleased that I protected his citadel.

It was then that I heard a rumbling.

I cursed as the citadel rapidly began to fall apart, due to the fact that its power source had been removed. One of the mortals must’ve snuck past after I was struck by lightning. The floor beneath me feet crumbled and I cursed once more as I began my rapid descent to the ground.


I managed to drag myself out of the rubble, only to find that Mehrunes himself stood before me.

“Rhuragix! You have failed me once again!” he shouted at me, the noise was deafening.

“I am sorry, Master, one of them snuck past me unawares. If I had fought them outside of the citadel that wouldn’t have happened, but Helliz kept me from leaving,” I complained to Mehrunes.

“Helliz did what he was told to. That was to keep you from leaving and to stand around and not look at the only entrance to the room. For that he’ll be rewarded once he returns. You did not do what you were instructed to do, which was to protect the citadel. For that, I get those souls that you hold so dear,” Mehrunes said before booming into laughter.

To this day, I still believe that he was simply jealous of how many souls I had and that my failure was a giant setup. Well one day, I shall regain those souls. Somehow! But for now, my damned readers, I will end this update.