MORA MADRA
The very old pages of ‘Ortha
Lore’ mention the Fathers and Mothers of the Races. Mog Gammoth’s spouse is
called Mora, and there is little more mentioned about her. I now feel I can say
some more about Mora.
The odd fact is that, in
Ortha, there are few written legends about her, not because of her
insignificance, but because of her importance, and her living closeness in Morg
lives. While Mog Gammoth is ‘everybody’s grampa’ (which is more or less the
translation of ‘gammoth’), Mora’s full name and title is Mora Madra (which is
closer in meaning to ‘mommy’ than the simply biological term ‘mother’).
Morgish reverence for Mora
is an open secret, but seldom discussed. While kings (elected executives) among
Morgs and the humbler office of witnesses are obvious stand-ins for Mog
himself, they are mere underlings or substitutes and liable to criticism. Any
and every Morgess who conceives shares directly in the ‘office’ and aura of
Mora and has the title ‘Madra’. Mog Gammoth is seen as somewhat remote, if
all-seeing; Mora is there, in some sense, in every mother.
This has led to a code or
tradition among the Madra, more strictly enforced than any written law. It is
only really understood by them. It concerns not only a kind of ‘pecking order’
and its rules, but also a balance between personal ambition for your family and
the good of the realm. Whoever is the public face of the family, the Madra is
the true head. In effect, the Madras of all the families are an unofficial but
most effective Senate. Each Madra, of course, values her own family most
highly, and will try to apply the rules to them as favorably as possible.
Among male Morgs, their
ignorance of the precise parameters of this code has led to an excess of
caution and counter-reaction. If worried that what they are doing might offend
the Madras, they will stop, think, and proceed very cautiously before doing so,
or try to lie about or hide such actions entirely. No Morg will insult
another’s Madra, partially because that is to insult Mora and all Madras, even
his own, and partially because it is a deadly insult that requires blood. No
one will judge another who is following the dictates of his Madra.
Mora Madra herself shares
somewhat in the nature of Orathil (Mother Ortha/Earth), but specifically and much
more personally for the Morgish race. Orathil is the strict balance of nature,
‘red in tooth and claw’, mother of Ogres as well as Morgs, of storms and harvest.
Mora is Mommy, standing between you and a rather stern grandmother,
occasionally sneaking you a secret cookie. May she bless us all.
