The goddess over in the Temple. She's surrounded by her Hands. Tough fighters from what I hear.

The Most Blessed Lady Almalexia guides and protects us all. We bask in her glory and are glad.

The Lady Almalexia resides here in the High Temple. We in Mournhold all live under her protection.

Almalexia is a member of the Tribunal. She was the wife of Nerevar, and one of his most trusted advisors. She resides here in Mournhold, and is much loved by the people.

It is an amazing story you have told about the goddess, %PCName. I commend your efforts.

Yes, I sent you to her to learn more about the attacks.

The goddess lives in her Temple here in Mournhold. She surrounds herself with her priest and guards, and rarely ventures from her chapel anymore.

I understand you have told my son of the death of the goddess and the passing of Sotha Sil. Keep this information close, %PCName. The people of Morrowind will need time to accept what has happened. Until then, continue to watch over them.

She is one of the Tribunal, the God-Kings of Morrowind. She resides in the High Temple here in Mournhold.

Wha?

Oh yeah, sure. Heard ya the f-f-first time.

Almalexia is one of the gods worshipped by the Dunmer in the Tribunal Temple. She's known as the Healing Mother and Lady of Mercy, the source of compassion and sympathy, and protector of the poor and weak. She's no tender-hearted powderpuff, though. She's an important symbol of Dunmer independence to those who resent the Empire, and the Hands of Almalexia -- her personal guard -- enforce a strict adherence to Temple doctrines.

[Studies you carefully.] I see you know something that you choose not to say. That's your right. And perhaps I do not have to be a prophet to imagine what it is that you do not say, Nerevarine.

That is very sad. I presume she killed Sotha Sil. I thought she might harm me. And I presume she tried to kill you, Nerevarine. It is all very sad. But death comes to all mortals -- and we are all mortal now. In time, death will come to me, Nerevarine -- perhaps even at your hands. It is futile to deny one's fate. But, nonetheless, I'm afraid I find it all very, very sad that it should end this way, something that began in such glory and noble promise.

We don't communicate. Without the Heart, our divine powers must diminish. She takes her divinity very seriously, and the loss weighs heavily on her. She tends to brood, and I fear she will do herself and others harm.

We don't communicate. Without the Heart, our divine powers must diminish. She takes her divinity very seriously, and the loss weighs heavily on her. She tends to brood, and I fear she will do herself and others harm.

Farewell.

Your story is unbelievable. But... rumors here say Almalexia is no longer in Mournhold, and she plans to be gone indefinitely. They say she exhausted her body and spirit in the war against Dagoth Ur, but now she plans to travel in disguise among the people, living the life of a mortal, and recovering her love for the world. The Temple plans to keep this a secret, for fear of starting a panic among the Faithful. Now... I don't know what to think.

Your story is unbelievable. But... rumors here say Almalexia is no longer in Mournhold, and she plans to be gone indefinitely. They say she exhausted her body and spirit in the war against Dagoth Ur, but now she plans to travel in disguise among the people, living the life of a mortal, and recovering her love for the world. The Temple plans to keep this a secret, for fear of starting a panic among the Faithful. Now... I don't know what to think.

Your story is unbelievable. But... rumors here say Almalexia is no longer in Mournhold, and she plans to be gone indefinitely. They say she exhausted her body and spirit in the war against Dagoth Ur, but now she plans to travel in disguise among the people, living the life of a mortal, and recovering her love for the world. The Temple plans to keep this a secret, for fear of starting a panic among the Faithful. Now... I don't know what to think.

Your story is unbelievable. But... rumors here say Almalexia is no longer in Mournhold, and she plans to be gone indefinitely. They say she exhausted her body and spirit in the war against Dagoth Ur, but now she plans to travel in disguise among the people, living the life of a mortal, and recovering her love for the world. The Temple plans to keep this a secret, for fear of starting a panic among the Faithful. Now... I don't know what to think.

Your story is unbelievable. But... there are rumors here that Almalexia is no longer here in Mournhold, and plans to be gone until Dagoth Ur is defeated. The Temple plans to keep this a secret, for fear of starting a panic among the Faithful. Now... I don't know what to think.

Your story is unbelievable. But... there are rumors here that Almalexia is no longer here in Mournhold, and plans to be gone until Dagoth Ur is defeated. The Temple plans to keep this a secret, for fear of starting a panic among the Faithful. Now... I don't know what to think.

Your story is unbelievable. But... there are rumors here that Almalexia is no longer here in Mournhold, and plans to be gone until Dagoth Ur is defeated. The Temple plans to keep this a secret, for fear of starting a panic among the Faithful. Now... I don't know what to think.

Your story is unbelievable. But... there are rumors here that Almalexia is no longer here in Mournhold, and plans to be gone until Dagoth Ur is defeated. The Temple plans to keep this a secret, for fear of starting a panic among the Faithful. Now... I don't know what to think.

[Anxious, but prepared and controlled.] I'm not sure you understand. The Tribunal are Living Gods -- but that doesn't mean you can come see them any time you want. In happier times, the Tribunal appeared before the people, just like us priests. But times have changed, and no one sees the Tribunal any more. So... of course... you could not have found Vivec 'dead'. That's simply... impossible.

[Anxious, but prepared and controlled.] I'm not sure you understand. The Tribunal are Living Gods -- but that doesn't mean you can come see them any time you want. In happier times, the Tribunal appeared before the people, just like us priests. But times have changed, and no one sees the Tribunal any more. So... of course... you could not have found Almalexia, Sotha Sil, and Vivec 'dead'. That's simply... impossible.

[Anxious, but prepared and controlled.] I'm not sure you understand. The Tribunal are Living Gods -- but that doesn't mean you can come see them any time you want. In happier times, the Tribunal appeared before the people, just like us priests. But times have changed, and no one sees the Tribunal any more. So... of course... you could not have found Almalexia and Sotha Sil 'dead'. That's simply... impossible.

[Anxious, but prepared and controlled.] I'm not sure you understand. The Tribunal are Living Gods -- but that doesn't mean you can come see them any time you want. In happier times, the Tribunal appeared before the people, just like us priests. But times have changed, and no one sees the Tribunal any more. So... of course... you could not have 'killed' Vivec. That's simply... impossible.

[Anxious, but prepared and controlled.] I'm not sure you understand. The Tribunal are Living Gods -- but that doesn't mean you can come see them any time you want. In happier times, the Tribunal appeared before the people, just like us priests. But times have changed, and no one sees the Tribunal any more. So... of course... you could not have 'killed' Almalexia. That's simply... impossible.

[Anxious, but prepared and controlled.] I'm not sure you understand. The Tribunal are Living Gods -- but that doesn't mean you can come see them any time you want. In happier times, the Tribunal appeared before the people, just like us priests. But times have changed, and no one sees the Tribunal any more. So... of course... you could not have 'killed' Almalexia. That's simply... impossible.

[Stares at you thoughtfully.] I believe you are serious. I'm not sure I believe you have killed a living god... though I do think YOU think you have. I doubt you could prove it. And I doubt the priests would believe it... or would admit it, even if it were true. Say nothing about this to anyone. Or... I suppose you can tell who you like. Who would believe you? Fascinating. Simply fascinating. So many possibilities....

[Stares at you doubtfully.] From anyone else, such a statement would be nonsense. And you have no way to prove this statement? I scarcely know what to think. If true, I can't begin to imagine what the social and political consequences would be. But I doubt you'd be very popular among the Dunmer if this were known. My advice is to keep quiet about this. I certainly shall. I have heard nothing whatsoever from you about this. And we have not spoken. Understand?

[Puzzled.] You are a foreigner. Many foreigners cannot understand our Living Gods. Are you speaking figuratively? In metaphors? In some... poetic way? Are you a follower of some peculiar Western cult? Please excuse me... but what you say makes no sense at all.

[Stares at you thoughtfully.] I believe you are serious. I'm not sure I believe you have killed a living god... though I do think YOU think you have. I doubt you could prove it. And I doubt the priests would believe it... or would admit it, even if it were true. Say nothing about this to anyone. Or... I suppose you can tell who you like. Who would believe you? Fascinating. Simply fascinating. So many possibilities....

[Stares at you doubtfully.] From anyone else, such a statement would be nonsense. And you have no way to prove this statement? I scarcely know what to think. If true, I can't begin to imagine what the social and political consequences would be. But I doubt you'd be very popular among the Dunmer if this were known. My advice is to keep quiet about this. I certainly shall. I have heard nothing whatsoever from you about this. And we have not spoken. Understand?

[Puzzled.] You are a foreigner. Many foreigners cannot understand our Living Gods. Are you speaking figuratively? In metaphors? In some... poetic way? Are you a follower of some peculiar Western cult? Please excuse me... but what you say makes no sense at all.

[Stares at you thoughtfully.] I believe you are serious. I'm not sure I believe you have killed a living god... though I do think YOU think you have. I doubt you could prove it. And I doubt the priests would believe it... or would admit it, even if it were true. Say nothing about this to anyone. Or... I suppose you can tell who you like. Who would believe you? Fascinating. Simply fascinating. So many possibilities....

[Stares at you doubtfully.] From anyone else, such a statement would be nonsense. And you have no way to prove this statement? I scarcely know what to think. If true, I can't begin to imagine what the social and political consequences would be. But I doubt you'd be very popular among the Dunmer if this were known. My advice is to keep quiet about this. I certainly shall. I have heard nothing whatsoever from you about this. And we have not spoken. Understand?

[Puzzled.] You are a foreigner. Many foreigners cannot understand our Living Gods. Are you speaking figuratively? In metaphors? In some... poetic way? Are you a follower of some peculiar Western cult? Please excuse me... but what you say makes no sense at all.

[Stares at you thoughtfully.] I believe you are serious. I'm not sure I believe you have killed a living god... though I do think YOU think you have. I doubt you could prove it. And I doubt the priests would believe it... or would admit it, even if it were true. Say nothing about this to anyone. Or... I suppose you can tell who you like. Who would believe you? Fascinating. Simply fascinating. So many possibilities....

[Stares at you doubtfully.] From anyone else, such a statement would be nonsense. And you have no way to prove this statement? I scarcely know what to think. If true, I can't begin to imagine what the social and political consequences would be. But I doubt you'd be very popular among the Dunmer if this were known. My advice is to keep quiet about this. I certainly shall. I have heard nothing whatsoever from you about this. And we have not spoken. Understand?

[Puzzled.] You are a foreigner. Many foreigners cannot understand our Living Gods. Are you speaking figuratively? In metaphors? In some... poetic way? Are you a follower of some peculiar Western cult? Please excuse me... but what you say makes no sense at all.

[Stares at you thoughtfully.] I believe you are serious. I'm not sure I believe you have killed a living god... though I do think YOU think you have. I doubt you could prove it. And I doubt the priests would believe it... or would admit it, even if it were true. Say nothing about this to anyone. Or... I suppose you can tell who you like. Who would believe you? Fascinating. Simply fascinating. So many possibilities....

[Stares at you doubtfully.] From anyone else, such a statement would be nonsense. And you have no way to prove this statement? I scarcely know what to think. If true, I can't begin to imagine what the social and political consequences would be. But I doubt you'd be very popular among the Dunmer if this were known. My advice is to keep quiet about this. I certainly shall. I have heard nothing whatsoever from you about this. And we have not spoken. Understand?

[Puzzled.] You are a foreigner. Many foreigners cannot understand our Living Gods. Are you speaking figuratively? In metaphors? In some... poetic way? Are you a follower of some peculiar Western cult? Please excuse me... but what you say makes no sense at all.

[Stares at you thoughtfully.] I believe you are serious. I'm not sure I believe you have killed a living god... though I do think YOU think you have. I doubt you could prove it. And I doubt the priests would believe it... or would admit it, even if it were true. Say nothing about this to anyone. Or... I suppose you can tell who you like. Who would believe you? Fascinating. Simply fascinating. So many possibilities....

[Stares at you doubtfully.] From anyone else, such a statement would be nonsense. And you have no way to prove this statement? I scarcely know what to think. If true, I can't begin to imagine what the social and political consequences would be. But I doubt you'd be very popular among the Dunmer if this were known. My advice is to keep quiet about this. I certainly shall. I have heard nothing whatsoever from you about this. And we have not spoken. Understand?

[Puzzled.] You are a foreigner. Many foreigners cannot understand our Living Gods. Are you speaking figuratively? In metaphors? In some... poetic way? Are you a follower of some peculiar Western cult? Please excuse me... but what you say makes no sense at all.

[Smoothly.] You're not well, my child. You don't know what you're saying. You must be mistaken. If you have killed someone, I'm afraid it's a matter for the Ordinators. But of course, no one can kill a Living God. Perhaps if you pray at a shrine, your mind will be cleared.

[Smoothly.] You're not well, my child. You don't know what you're saying. You must be mistaken. If you have killed someone, I'm afraid it's a matter for the Ordinators. But of course, no one can kill a Living God. Perhaps if you pray at a shrine, your mind will be cleared.

[Smoothly.] You're not well, my child. You don't know what you're saying. You must be mistaken. If you have killed someone, I'm afraid it's a matter for the Ordinators. But of course, no one can kill a Living God. Perhaps if you pray at a shrine, your mind will be cleared.

[Smoothly.] You're not well, my child. You don't know what you're saying. You must be mistaken. If you have killed someone, I'm afraid it's a matter for the Ordinators. But of course, no one can kill a Living God. Perhaps if you pray at a shrine, your mind will be cleared.

[Smoothly.] You're not well, my child. You don't know what you're saying. You must be mistaken. If you have killed someone, I'm afraid it's a matter for the Ordinators. But of course, no one can kill a Living God. Perhaps if you pray at a shrine, your mind will be cleared.

[Smoothly.] You're not well, my child. You don't know what you're saying. You must be mistaken. If you have killed someone, I'm afraid it's a matter for the Ordinators. But of course, no one can kill a Living God. Perhaps if you pray at a shrine, your mind will be cleared.

[Forcefully, threateningly.] You are wrong. You are foolish to say such things. Go away.

[Forcefully, threateningly.] You are wrong. You are foolish to say such things. Go away.

[Forcefully, threateningly.] You are wrong. You are foolish to say such things. Go away.

[Forcefully, threateningly.] You are wrong. You are foolish to say such things. Go away.

[Forcefully, threateningly.] You are wrong. You are foolish to say such things. Go away.

[Forcefully, threateningly.] You are wrong. You are foolish to say such things. Go away.

[Stares at you in disbelief.] Gods... I think you're serious. Or, at least, you believe what you're saying. You should go to the Temple and tell them this. Surely you don't believe you can kill a Living God? And even if you SAW such a thing, do you believe you can kill a god PERMANENTLY? Good grief. Have you never read 'The 36 Lessons of Vivec'? These are immortal gods you're talking about.

[Stares at you in disbelief.] Gods... I think you're serious. Or, at least, you believe what you're saying. You should go to the Temple and tell them this. Surely you don't believe you can kill a Living God? And even if you SAW such a thing, do you believe you can kill a god PERMANENTLY? Good grief. Have you never read 'The 36 Lessons of Vivec'? These are immortal gods you're talking about.

[Stares at you in disbelief.] Gods... I think you're serious. Or, at least, you believe what you're saying. You should go to the Temple and tell them this. Surely you don't believe you can kill a Living God? And even if you SAW such a thing, do you believe you can kill a god PERMANENTLY? Good grief. Have you never read 'The 36 Lessons of Vivec'? These are immortal gods you're talking about.

[Stares at you in disbelief.] Gods... I think you're serious. Or, at least, you believe what you're saying. You should go to the Temple and tell them this. Surely you don't believe you can kill a Living God? And even if you SAW such a thing, do you believe you can kill a god PERMANENTLY? Good grief. Have you never read 'The 36 Lessons of Vivec'? These are immortal gods you're talking about.

[Stares at you in disbelief.] Gods... I think you're serious. Or, at least, you believe what you're saying. You should go to the Temple and tell them this. Surely you don't believe you can kill a Living God? And even if you SAW such a thing, do you believe you can kill a god PERMANENTLY? Good grief. Have you never read 'The 36 Lessons of Vivec'? These are immortal gods you're talking about.

[Stares at you in disbelief.] Gods... I think you're serious. Or, at least, you believe what you're saying. You should go to the Temple and tell them this. Surely you don't believe you can kill a Living God? And even if you SAW such a thing, do you believe you can kill a god PERMANENTLY? Good grief. Have you never read 'The 36 Lessons of Vivec'? These are immortal gods you're talking about.

You are a foreigner, and one must make allowances. But even a foreigner must know that such jokes are not in good taste.

You are a foreigner, and one must make allowances. But even a foreigner must know that such jokes are not in good taste.

You are a foreigner, and one must make allowances. But even a foreigner must know that such jokes are not in good taste.

You are a foreigner, and one must make allowances. But even a foreigner must know that such jokes are not in good taste.

You are a foreigner, and one must make allowances. But even a foreigner must know that such jokes are not in good taste.

You are a foreigner, and one must make allowances. But even a foreigner must know that such jokes are not in good taste.

[Stares at you with distaste.] Excuse me.

[Stares at you with distaste.] Excuse me.

[Stares at you with distaste.] Excuse me.

[Stares at you with distaste.] Excuse me.

[Stares at you with distaste.] Excuse me.

[Stares at you with distaste.] Excuse me.

[Stares at you in disbelief.] What makes you say such a thing? Are you mad? Go to the Temple and pray at the shrines for your soul. If you cannot be cured, you must be locked away, for your own good, and the good of society.

[Stares at you in disbelief.] What makes you say such a thing? Are you mad? Go to the Temple and pray at the shrines for your soul. If you cannot be cured, you must be locked away, for your own good, and the good of society.

[Stares at you in disbelief.] What makes you say such a thing? Are you mad? Go to the Temple and pray at the shrines for your soul. If you cannot be cured, you must be locked away, for your own good, and the good of society.

[Stares at you in disbelief.] What makes you say such a thing? Are you mad? Go to the Temple and pray at the shrines for your soul. If you cannot be cured, you must be locked away, for your own good, and the good of society.

[Stares at you in disbelief.] What makes you say such a thing? Are you mad? Go to the Temple and pray at the shrines for your soul. If you cannot be cured, you must be locked away, for your own good, and the good of society.

[Stares at you in disbelief.] What makes you say such a thing? Are you mad? Go to the Temple and pray at the shrines for your soul. If you cannot be cured, you must be locked away, for your own good, and the good of society.

Nonsense. You don't know what you're talking about.

Nonsense. You don't know what you're talking about.

Nonsense. You don't know what you're talking about.

Nonsense. You don't know what you're talking about.

Nonsense. You don't know what you're talking about.

Nonsense. You don't know what you're talking about.

Almalexia is Healing Mother, the source of compassion and sympathy, and protector of the poor and weak.

Almalexia is Healing Mother, the source of compassion and sympathy, and protector of the poor and weak.

Almalexia is Healing Mother, the source of compassion and sympathy, and protector of the poor and weak.

Almalexia is one of the gods worshipped by the Dunmer in the Tribunal Temple.

Almalexia is one of the gods worshipped by the Dunmer in the Tribunal Temple.

Almalexia is one of the gods worshipped by the Dunmer in the Tribunal Temple.

I know of no such person. Why do you ask me such ridiculous things?

Who?

I have heard strange tidings about the goddess, but I learn no details in this place.

The Dunmer "goddess"? Can't say I know much about her. There's some talk sometimes, but it takes a while for news to travel here.

There have been ill tidings on the wind about the goddess, but none in this place know details.

I don't know much about her. The Dark Elves seem to love her, though. And the rest of that bunch.

I have been hearing rumors about the goddess, but nothing concrete.

Never heard of her.

Almalexia is Healing Mother, the source of compassion and sympathy, and protector of the poor and weak.

Almalexia is Healing Mother, the source of compassion and sympathy, and protector of the poor and weak.

Almalexia is Healing Mother, the source of compassion and sympathy, and protector of the poor and weak.

Almalexia is Healing Mother, the source of compassion and sympathy, and protector of the poor and weak.

Almalexia was the virtuous wife of Lord Nerevar, and later the Consort of Lord Vivec.

Almalexia was the virtuous wife of Lord Nerevar, and later the Consort of Lord Vivec.

Almalexia was the virtuous wife of Lord Nerevar, and later the Consort of Lord Vivec.

Almalexia was the virtuous wife of Lord Nerevar, and later the Consort of Lord Vivec.

Blessed Almalexia the Warden is one of the three Immortals God-Kings of Morrowind, a Pillar of the Tribunal, and the patron of Healers and Teachers.

Blessed Almalexia the Warden is one of the three Immortals God-Kings of Morrowind, a Pillar of the Tribunal, and the patron of Healers and Teachers.

Blessed Almalexia the Warden is one of the three Immortals God-Kings of Morrowind, a Pillar of the Tribunal, and the patron of Healers and Teachers.

Blessed Almalexia the Warden is one of the three Immortals God-Kings of Morrowind, a Pillar of the Tribunal, and the patron of Healers and Teachers.

Almalexia, the mother of mercy, reminds me to be generous to the businessmen who fail where I succeed. Generosity can bring benefits, as the Empire has shown in Morrowind. She is a warrior too, of course. In my early days, before I had properly secured my ventures, I sometimes had to think on that aspect of her as I steeled my resolve in the face of recessions and bank runs. The thrice-sealed house withstands the storm. House Hlaalu has weathered this era better than some. In that way, we are truly blessed.

Almalexia is the capital city of Morrowind and House Indoril, the palace in which the hated ones hold court. As warfare has been banned in these lands for centuries, most Dunmer cities lack walls, and Almalexia is no exception. Thus, while the Empire has not yet reached far enough into Morrowind's interior to take Almalexia, it is some small comfort that when the time comes, it will not need any siege engines. The legions will be positioned and moved in, and no quarter will be given.

I've seen Lady Almalexia in Mournhold. True story. That's what made me a believer, really. I would certainly prefer to worship gods that I can see rather than ones that I cannot. And believe me, Lady Almalexia is certainly easy on the eyes... if you know what I mean.

There are probably even more people than in Narsis there. Maybe I'll get to record them some day.

It is the capital city of Morrowind, the seat of the King, and home to the Dark Elven goddess of the same name.

It is the capital city of Morrowind, the seat of the King, and home to the Dark Elven goddess of the same name.

It's the city where the King lives, no?

The goddess, or the city? Outlanders often get confused. The people of Bal Foyen revere the goddess for her mighty deeds here. The priests of the Temple could tell you more. If you're looking for the city, though, you're on the wrong side of the Thirr.

She's the Dark Elven goddess, isn't she? There's a shrine devoted to her here in Bal Foyen.

Don't even try to breathe whatever blasphemy you were going to utter about our glorious mother. You're not fit to breathe her name, n'wah.

Should I waste my breath on you?

I have heard that she is hiding in her palace and is guarded by Her Hands. Pretty strange behavior for an immortal Goddess, isn't it?

Khee eeaaim mooee. Khee oou eeaa mai oogue.

We may be stuck in this unforgivable place. But my faith is still strong for her. I know she will come to save us one day.

She WILL come for us, and sooner rather than later. Almalexia's mercy cannot be denied.

There is a shrine to her here in Khalaan, and it still stands. Perhaps this is a coincidence that it survived while everything else crumbled?

It seems Her mercy doesn't extend this far.

BEGIN OLD EBONHEART ALMALEXIA RESPONSES

[Yggulf the Mute shrugs.]

Withdrawal may have been incorrect in hindsight, but you cannot attribute malice to my decision. Chaos reigned in the streets. Tharnites were ordering me to kill Imperial citizens. I refused to let my soldiers become the kindling for their fire. Doesn't that seem reasonable?

It is the capital city of Morrowind, a royal city, where the King holds his court in Mournhold Palace.

END OLD EBONHEART ALMALEXIA RESPONSES

Almalexia is Healing Mother, the source of compassion and sympathy, and protector of the poor and weak.

Almalexia is Healing Mother, the source of compassion and sympathy, and protector of the poor and weak.

Almalexia is Healing Mother, the source of compassion and sympathy, and protector of the poor and weak.

Almalexia is Healing Mother, the source of compassion and sympathy, and protector of the poor and weak.

Almalexia is Healing Mother, the source of compassion and sympathy, and protector of the poor and weak.

Almalexia was the virtuous wife of Lord Nerevar, and later the Consort of Lord Vivec.

Almalexia was the virtuous wife of Lord Nerevar, and later the Consort of Lord Vivec.

Almalexia was the virtuous wife of Lord Nerevar, and later the Consort of Lord Vivec.

Almalexia was the virtuous wife of Lord Nerevar, and later the Consort of Lord Vivec.

Blessed Almalexia the Warden is one of the three Immortal God-Kings of Morrowind, a Pillar of the Tribunal, and the patron of Healers and Teachers.

Blessed Almalexia the Warden is one of the three Immortal God-Kings of Morrowind, a Pillar of the Tribunal, and the patron of Healers and Teachers.

Blessed Almalexia the Warden is one of the three Immortal God-Kings of Morrowind, a Pillar of the Tribunal, and the patron of Healers and Teachers.

Blessed Almalexia the Warden is one of the three Immortal God-Kings of Morrowind, a Pillar of the Tribunal, and the patron of Healers and Teachers.