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Antonia Otranto Redux, pt. 0
I’m restarting Antonia’s Morrowind saga from scratch. I don’t really have a choice.
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Antonia Otranto pt. 6: The Cult of Oluhan
I found the rock before sunset. Not interested in hobnobbing with savages, I simply deduced that the stone would be relatively easily found. And it was: westward, in a foyada that bordered the Grazelands.
As I crossed a saddle, the change was almost abrupt: grass petered out into greys. The stone, however, was clearly unusual, carved and pocked.
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Antonia Otranto Part 5: 25 Last Seed: For my Father
I was getting the understanding that Morrowind was a cauldron that could boil over any time. Knowledge is power, and I wanted to know what ingredients were stewing away.
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Antonia Otranto Part 4: 23 Last Seed: Attacked
“That’s a new one on me,” he admitted, “and if you can find out more I’d be grateful. But for now, head over to the Fighters’ Guild and see what old Assfat wants. But don’t call him that,” he added with a grin.
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Antonia Otranto Part 3: 21 Last Seed: Back in Vivec
I finally ended up in the Mall of Amalexia helping out a clothier with green thread while buying clothes. One sensible if low-cut dress and two delightful pieces, ‘Black Mamba’ and ‘Nightfall over Pelagiad’, which would probably have got me arrested if I wore them anywhere.
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Antonia Otranto Part 2: 18 Last Seed: Upsets
I just spun on my heel and burst out the door, breathing hard not from misery but rage. I am no blockhead to clank around in armour, so the Fighter’s Guild next door was out of the question. Antonia Otranto is not a sneak thief either; besides, the Thieves’ Guild was under attack by the Cammona Tong, the local gang. I wished them both ill.
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Antonia Otranto Part 1: 16 Last Seed: Weak as a drowned kitten
I wanted nothing to do with the stinking Empire ever again. As far as I was concerned, I had emerged from the Abbey of the Lady of Merciful Repentance — really a prison for heretics such as myself — with my mind and body intact. I had delivered the letter and taken my payment. The Emperor and I were finished.
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Antonia Otranto Part 0: Introduction
Meet my first blogfic: Antonia Otranto. She’s not very nice.
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