The lore is a body of fiction. This means it's a collection of devices created to create the illusion of the world and sometimes http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/At_Swim-Two-Birds http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don_Quixote http://www.imperial-library.info/content/morrowind-thirty-six-lessons-vivec-sermon-twenty-six.
Now this posses a problem when bringing up an argument that claims sources are biased or that their authors simply misunderstood. It assumes the position of some one in the world, however as a person in the world you would notice the world was rather insane. Every time a great hero shows up, history becomes indeterminable. Not just who the hero was and what he did, but everything in that time period.
Now most of the time everybody is supposed to pretend that these problems don't exist. It's part the story telling, the storyteller comes up with a compelling narrative that moves you along and you don't look behind the curtain.
However we can't really discuss lore in that way. It's certainly fun to do it that way, figure the world out and then extend it a little by patching it up. Rather we should look at the lore as lore, a body of knowledge about the world and it is the world that is being changed with each game, not the lore. Rather each world has it's own body of knowledge that differs from the others.
So what we can discuss is the change itself. Why was it made? Does it improve the the story? Does it improve the experience of the game? But we don't need to argue over how to excuse its existence, it's nonsense, unless the explanation itself is actually interesting.
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Anyway going to read that GI article now and see what it's based on.
I thought that they could in fact revert. Otherwise would a Wild Hunt never stop once it started? These things are supposed to be able to go up against armies.
With nothing to eat it turns onto itself.
Scotti's own jump up to the next outcropping of rock was immeasurably more successful. From there, he pulled himself to the top of the cliff and was able to look down into the chaos that had been the village of Vindisi. The Hunt's mass had grown and began to spill out through the pass out of the valley, pursuing the fleeing Khajiiti. It was then that the madness truly began.
In the moons' light, from Scotti's vantage, he could see where the Khajiiti had attached their ropes. With a thunderous boom, an avalanche of boulders poured over the pass. When the dust cleared, he saw that the valley had been sealed. The Wild Hunt had nowhere to turn but on itself.
Scotti turned his head, unable to bear to look at the cannibalistic orgy. The night jungle stood before him, a web of wood. He slung Reglius's satchel over his shoulder, and entered. - http://www.imperial-library.info/content/morrowind-dance-fire