Ruminations & Retrospections: On Alma, Her flickering Husband-State, & Foul Murder

These accusations are hereby levied by the House Ordinators of Sul, of the New Temple

Almalexia had no True Need, until sandal-shod Lord Mora Nerevar arrived at Her throne-step seeking freedom.

Perhaps she was a liar from the beginning; after all, consider that Dumac & Nerevar coalign'd in order to drive out the Nords by force: their Empiry was not yet dead in Véloth. Also recollect that this ideology of "race" has never been aught to Tamriel but a construct made to satisfy straight-lines, whereas culture has never been so conveniently transfixt, and even the golden-skin of Ayem does not preclude that she was a Nordic Princess in the land of Chimer, or- at the very least- a figurehead install'd by shaggy-breeched interlopers. Mournhold was named as such by the children of Kyne, the wife-in-mourning to Shor & as a priestess of Kyne, Her position would have been equivalent to a Queen, & would account for her remembrance as a "storm" in ulterior scriptures. Recall: she was attended by the Shouts.

>Ayem was accompanied by her husband-state, a flickering image that was channeled to her ever-changing female need.

-Sermon 8, Vehk the God

This "husband-state" smacks of the Western theosophy maintain'd today by neo-totemist & Reachman cults.

Why then, would the mother of the Mourning Hold lower herself to the dust cover'd canvasari who appear'd to her with nothing more than the sword he had lifted against his master & a dream of Velothi Liberty, when clearly all the gain could only be his?

Perhaps the Mother of Morrowind was, at this time, a maid to the ensorcellment of love. Befitting a childe of Boethiah, the man-whore Nerevar inserted himselfe into Her Grace's throne by means of amour; he came to knock down Her husband imago- Her Shor, Her year-long lamb-King- & usurp'd the statehood thus.

Or, perhaps by this time the canvasari had already amass'd such a force on the platform of Nordic Abrogation- the records are not clear- that an army of thugs prepared to gut "the bitch-whore of storm if she [did] not take [his] hand," & thus, at the tip of a kinjdal, She converted.

But what if She did love him truly? Then, what was Her motive for Foul Murder?

Well, we should not forego to consider Her animosity with the boy-slut, Vehk, that bravo of a poet whose askance-wise view of Her can be glean'd from the Sermons. The love-triangles, quadrangles, or otherwise octangular trysts surrounding the Lord Nerevar have been speculated elsewhere. Could it be, in the den of Foul Murder, that nothing more than the over-spent tension of this intersexual dilemma was the impetus for a domestic homicide that would batter ages with its repercussions?

-Serjo Sul-Relas