I entered the Dome of Sotha Sil, third and final member of the Tribunal, with Trueflame at the ready.

What I found in this chamber, though, was definitely, NOT what I expected.

He was here, to be sure, but he didn't look well.

He didn't move, just staying where he was, with his arms stretched out, as if to embrace me upon my approach.

As I walked closer to him, however, I could see that his arms were not open for me. He was being held up by straps from the ceiling of his own dome.

Carefully, looking for traps, I approached the obviously lifeless body of Sotha Sil. Someone been here before me.

So, here he was, the final member of the Tribunal, and only he knew what had happened in the room before my arrival.

But who would kill him? And why? Had he truly gone mad? And if so, had some other hero come here before me to slay him before his machines could attack Mournhold again?

And who had the power to kill a god.....besides me?

I checked the control panels behind his dead form and found nothing of use, nothing to indicate who had been pushing these buttons, or even what they were for.

At this point, I was looking for a way back to Mournhold. I wasn't sure if any of these controls would do that.

My only hope now was to find out if his spirit still resided within the room.

I shouted at him, calling his name loudly, hoping he would hear me, and appear, explaining this situation to me, but it was all for naught.

I tried using an intervention spell, hoping to appear at the nearest temple or shrine, but none of them worked. I tried using the spell of Recall, but that also failed to work. Even the rings to take me to my homes in Sadrith Mora and Balmora failed to function.

I determined that this was an elaborate trap, and I believe that now, I knew who had set it: Almalexia herself.

Sotha Sil was dead, and when I ran out of food and water, the same would happen to me.

Suddenly, behind me, I could hear a teleportation spell taking place. I turned, and faced the cloud, wondering if my suspicions were correct, or if this was just another elaborate twist in this story.

As the mist from the teleportation spell dissipated, I saw who my visitor was: Almalexia, in her war-mask, appeared before me.

"What is the meaning of this?" I asked. "You sent me here to meet, and if necessary, deal with Sotha Sil, and here he is, dead already, and hanging here as if he were some sort of trophy."

She nodded in agreement.

"Explain this." I demanded, not being in a mood to be gracious.

"Nerevarine." she began, "Here it ends. This Clockwork City was to be your death. You were to be my greatest martyr! The heroic Nerevarine, sacrificing all to protect Morrowind from the mad Sotha Sil. But you live! You live!"

"It seems that I tend to surprise just about everyone these days." I replied. "How is this to be explained to Mournhold? While we're at it, how is this to be explained to all of Morrowind?"

"Fear not." she replied, in a sarcastic tone. "I will tell the tale myself when this is done. I will tell my people how with your dying breath you proclaimed your devotion to me, the one true god. Your death will end this prophecy and unite my people again under one god, one faith, one rule by my divine law. The puppet king will lay down his arms and bow to my will. Those who do not yield will be destroyed."

"So you intend to lie to the people about the situation here, then?" I shouted back. "And what of the situation here? Who is the one responsible for Sotha Sil's death? It was you, who killed him, wasn't it? Tell the truth 'Goddess'! I grow tired of this game."

"Yes," she replied, fondling the ring I had found for her. "The Mazed Band has allowed me to travel to this place. Here, I slew Sotha Sil. Here, I summoned the Fabricants to attack Mournhold. I will be the savior of my people! I alone will be their salvation!"

"You are mad!" I shouted back. "You created the danger that you will save the people from? I will not be a party to this lie! Vivec still lives, and will oppose this deception!"

"None may stand in my way." she replied, "Not you, and certainly not Vivec. He is a poet, a fool. I will deal with him when I have finished with you. And Sotha Sil...he always thought himself our better, shunning us, locking himself in this hole. He spoke not a word as he died. Not a whisper. Even in death, he mocked me with his silence! But I think you will scream, mortal. For now, you face the one true god."

"Then if you desire the power so badly," I responded, "then meet the same fate as Dagoth Ur. He was closer to the source of your god-like powers than you, or the rest of the Tribunal, will ever have been. And I am still here."

With that, I drew forth Trueflame, and drank a health potion. I could see her generating a destructive spell, and the potion would restore whatever she could take away.

Her spell hit me with a huge blast of flame, greater than I had ever experienced before. My astrological sign allowed me to absorb nearly all of the effect.