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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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The Chronicles of Anton pt. 2
“What on earth have you been doing to this poor armour?” Tun-Zeeus asked over his shoulder as he repaired my now very battered work clothes. “And how did you get this cuirass? Last I saw, you were wearing bandit’s gear!”
“I’ve been busy. That cuirass was given to me for my aid in Kvatch,” I replied, “And I’ve been running an errand for S’drassa.” I didn’t bother to mention the fact I’d nearly frozen to death getting some rare crystals, nor that I’d been in and out of Oblivion thrice.
Tun-Zeeus’ hammer paused, and he turned to look at me. “Wait a minute… There is no other Redguard called Anton in Cyrodiil, is there? Otherwise…” He trailed off, his eyes widening. “You?”
I sighed. “Yes, I’m this ‘Hero of Kvatch’ you’ve been hearing about.”
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At this point, I should say a word about the alternate start mod I’m using.
Buggy.
Fast travel to major centres is thoroughly disabled. The mod uses the existing houses for sale, but the doors it adds don’t work properly and thus you are trespassing in your own home.
I may not bother continuing with Anton as he is now; instead I may attempt to figure out this mod and fix the damn thing.
Posted in Articles (Fanfic,Fiction) by R Cruickshank 14/02/08 11:57 AM tags: anton, fanfic, fiction, oblivion
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The Chronicles of Anton pt. 1
The night was outside, and the rain. And.. a note. I stared at it, dreading that the Count may have finally decided that I was to be evicted. I clutched father’s sword tighter at the thought that it might be taken from me as I took the note back inside and read it.
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The Chronicles of Anton pt. 0
Enter a new blogfic! For Oblivion this time.
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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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