The Secret World Wiki
Register
Advertisement
Topbox-society-templars1
"There is no purpose greater than ours. The world will flounder without structure and discipline"


The old guard. Suave and sophisticated, but fiercely brutal and uncompromising in their crusade against darkness.

History[]

Proudly tracing their royal lineage back to Babylon, the Templars are the lions of The Secret World. Old Europe is theirs and the Templars marble halls dominate the old London borough Ealdwic-historic capital of the secret world. Its not just a show of strength. Nothing is just a show with the Templars.

At the forefront of the war against darkness, they decided for themselves what counts as darkness. Never backing down from a fight, never forgetting a grudge. They have tradition to uphold. For thousands of years they have been single-minded in their mission to obliterate evil in all its forms. Where angels fear to tread, Templars kick down the doors.

Legend has it that in the distant past, powerful brothers were estranged by the machinations of a mysterious or even sinister woman (possibly Lilith). One brother went on to found the Templars, and another, the Phoenicians.

Trailer[]

Templar characters[]

Lore[]

1.

Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see.
TRANSMIT – initiate Babel signal – RECEIVE – initiate phosphorous prayer frequency – DOWNLOAD – initiate John Dee lexicon – AS SEEN ON TV – initiate pillar of salt protocol – DELIVER US FROM EVIL – initiate the Molay Curse cadence – MUST REDEEM BEFORE EXPIRATION – the red spectrum – WITNESS – The Templars.

London, 309 × 353 -At the fountain in front of the entrance to Temple Hall

2.

Initiate geomancy. There is power in bisecting lines. Stand at a crossroads and feel the thrum of energy in the ninety degree angels.
Listen. Preternatural dramas all around you. The city is a honeycomb of horror, each cell barely cognizant of the others. Black feathers in a playground. The odd stain on the sidewalk. The flicker-flash of a winged thing in the headlights. The vagrant holding a wriggling bag. The moons from the apartment above.

London 205 × 294 -Inside the Moca Loco

3.

As you read these words, a scene unfolds. Close. An alley. A neon cross shines in the seedy Eden. A monster writhes, broken and bloody, on the pavement. Its teeth gnash. It looks up into the eyes of its assailant, and two crosses reflect back in the crucifixion glow.
To pray devoutly. To prey mercilessly. The hands folded serenely drip with blood. Even monsters have bogeymen. Eh, sweetling?

London 235 × 209 -At the corner of Prospero Rents and Shades, on wooden walkways

4.

The crossed ones. The Holy Grail Keepers. Protectors of Solomon’s Temple. Wealthy fraternities. Solemn oaths. The Templars. A familiar name, but truths huddle more deeply in time than books are willing to confess.
We came to them in Mesopotamia. They heard the electromagnetic singing of insect cherubs. The Tower of Babel commanded maximum reception. Commands. The past tense is a lie. The tree-flesh texts transmit, in dead letters, that the Tower fell. Do not believe.

147 × 162 London -On ledge above Annapurna botany store. Requires platforming on top of awnings

5.

Initiate the secret histories.
From the Tower, two brothers ruled all they could see. They could see all. There was a falling out. One brother took to Sumer and gathered brethren to study the mystic and vanquish supernatural evils.
From conception, this secret society fought. They fought in Babylon and Persia, Greece and Rome, Europe and Eurasia. They assimilated the skills of every warfaring culture.

217 × 168 London -Catwalk in The Arena

6.

Enter another player. The Illuminati did not play the same game. Their plots walk sideways, like crabs. The children of Eye and Pyramid let loose Alexander the Great, and broke all of the Templars’ toys. The crossed ones never got over it.

168 × 215 London -The Horned God, top floor, in one of the booths

7.

Time passes – you call it the Middle Ages. Mayflies have such tiny time lines. The crossed ones grow strong, grow bold.
They leave the shadows. With papal sanction, they set out to rule the world publicly. The Knights Templar.

374 × 389 London -North of Temple Hall, in front of some locked gates

8.

Hubris never goes unrewarded. The Illuminati tickled their web, and King Philip IV and Pope Clement V danced. They accused the Templars of heresy. Many knights burned. From above, they twinkled like stars. The king was free of his Templar debt and pocketed their pretty treasures.

206 × 203 London -New Model Army on Ratcage Lane

9.

We were there the day they put the last Grand Master to the flame. Even as he crackled, Jacques de Molay shouted his order’s innocence. He challenged the king and the pope to meet him at the throne of their god within the year. Soon after that, the pope died. And soon after that, the king died. And only fourteen years later, the king’s entire family line withered on the vine.
The crossed ones returned to the shadows, their old friend. Humiliation teaches lessons. Never again a religious agenda. Never again a public face.

245 × 399 London -Tunnel that runs along Redcrosse Circus Road; entrance next to Bartleby and Daughters Bank

10.

Listen. In that alley, the neon crucifix flickers, humming a prayer. It forgot the words. Do you hear?
Time passes, first with silence, and then a roar. The Templars grew – real estate, military contracts, political mindshares. They hurled the Illuminati from the continent. Righteous rage! The children of Eye and Pyramid fled to the New World and never came back.

284 × 197 London -In front of Execution in The Shades

11.

Crusaders walk these streets of steel, cement and glass. Time moves not in lines, but in circles. Others call them antiquated. They are. The roots run deep. But the New Templars movement coils out. New blood flows, hereditary lines are opened to new thought.

192 × 149 London -Outside the The Crusades on Toutsbridge

12.

Listen. Something is happening. They hum. The crossed ones have always been wary of magic, yet many of the magi are among them. They control the largest occult library in this world. Old books open. Words older than geological bodies are read. The muscles of the Templars’ army tense. The dark days are here, as they always knew they would be, as they have trained for since they gathered in the shadow of Babel.

280 × 273 London -S. end of Temple Square; corridor linking Temple Square to Via Antiqua

13.

Listen, sweetling. Do you hear?
When the lions of the secret world roar, the others listen. Some call them fanatics and zealots. To Templar eyes, evil reins over compromise and corruption. Therefore, their empire must be incorruptible, must be uncompromising. They must suffer no demon to live. Measuring the lengths one must go to is redundant when there are no limits.

202 × 312 London -Inside Roman Wail Records on Via Antiqua

14.

WARNING: holy radiation poisoning imminent. Listen to the riddle in the vibrations of the broken wings: what is the price of conviction?
Initiate the Nietzsche syntax.
Those who seek monsters can become monsters, and in the secret world, the abuses not only stare back, they bite.

244 × 280 London -Top of the stairway leading into The Bazalgette sewers. Located halfway within the corridor connection Via Antiqua and Temple Square

15.

On the grim-grime alley floor, a dying moth writhes under the crucifix glow. Its tattered wings, soaked heavy with blood, flap and spasm like a fallen angel who forgot the way home. Can you hear The Buzzing of the wings?

London, 268 × 258 -Located within The Bazalgette sewers

Achievements[]

  • Getting all 15 entries gives The Librarian
  • Getting all 15 is required for The Buzz Achievement
  • Getting all 15 is required for Digging Deep
  • These also qualify for Light Reading, In the Footsteps of Herodotus, and Bibliophile


Debriefings[]

Richard Sonnac hacks into the Illuminati messaging system to attempt to recruit an Illuminati Bee:

"Allow me to apologize for seeming abrupt, impersonal, and presumptuous. I simply feel that it is my duty to inform you that you have exhibited great competence in the field and, if you should ever tire of all the work and the mere promise of play...Look, I'm not saying it would be easy, or even possible, the way things currently stand.
Kirsten is still full of cheer and encouragement, I presume? We've met a few times, at Council meetings; I find her terribly cute.
Take a stroll through London sometime. breathe in the tradition. See how it feels. That's all I ask.
R. Sonnac" - (Skeleton in the Attic?)

A similar message is sent to Dragon players, except the inquiry is different:

"The monks are still tight-lipped, I presume? I've met a few at Council meetings. Chatty fellows." - (Trinket Trail?)

Decks[]

Templars Decks

Crusader, Executioner, Exorcist, Gladiator, Magus, Paladin, Preacher, Puritan, Soldier, Warlock, Witch Hunter, male. Click for high resolution image and text

See Decks for the other gender's picture for these Decks:

Gallery[]

Rank insignia[]

See also[]

Category:Templar cabals

Advertisement