The Reverie of Antonia Otranto, Hero & Rebuilder of Kvatch
As I sit here in my familiar home in Weye, I cannot help wondering
how it is that I have come to this point. Would all of this have
happened if I hadn't shot that fool through the eye?
I don't recall the whole trial - all I remember is thinking that if
the brat was slaying bandits, you shouldn't dress up like one.
Firstly, they all know each other on sight and can spot imposters a
mile away, and secondly hunters like myself assume anyone who dresses
like a bandit IS a bandit. But try explaining that to his next of kin
and an unsympathetic magistrate. Or for that matter a smartarse
ashskin trying to make himself feel better.
I wish I could draw his face when I followed the Emperor out of my
cell.
I also wish I knew why I was held back from preventing the Emperor's
assassination. As I slowly meander along the Prophet's pilgrimage, I
stop at wayshrines and ask why. Not that the gods bloody well answer.
Antonia Otranto, Hero of Kvatch... of Anvil... Skingrad... and now
Bravil. Not to mention Cheydinhal, bringing that young idiot back
alive and putting the stop on a corrupt guard. Oh, and bringing back
their prize artist too. If I was to move house, perhaps Cheydinhal...
but for now I stay here.
But for now, perhaps, if I can be even bloody bothered, I should head
over to Pell's Gate again. An Oblivion Gate's opened up there, but I
know their tricks all too well now. Mehrunes Dagon is predictable,
and the realms beyond the gates are not all that varied. I fact I
have counted them, and I do believe there are only seven
configurations, used over and over again.
Still... I have prizes. Much of my equipment is enchanted with sigil
stones now - mostly spells of feather and chameleon. My last sortie
into Bravil netted me another chameleon sigil stone; I am almost
invisible now!
Kvatch is being reborn again, slowly, week by week. That gardener
fellow should be planting away, and no doubt soon I will be surprised
by Ignar Rodblock again. How does that fellow find me? And why always
when I am in combat? It's quite baffling. Perhaps another jest of the
Nine, perhaps my fate and that of Kvatch are entwined. Could it be
that when Kvatch stands again, Mehrunes Dagon will be sure to fall?
I still wear the cuirass of Kvatch into battle, and will do so until
the rebirth of Kvatch is completed. The enchantments on it don't hurt
either.
A month has passed since I first ventured to Kvatch in search of
Martin, and first ventured into Oblivion. I have seen innocents
slain, and more blood and death than anyone should. I have crept past
daedra and dastards, striking with bow and blade. Rarely do I cast
spells; potions pass my lips, and I should practice more, but mostly
I rely on stealth and surprise attacks.
Actually, I have had a better idea. I should visit Leyawiin. I've
never been there, and I'm sure they have a daedra problem that needs
solving. I can always drop by Pell's Gate next time I go to visit
Kvatch.
* * *
Antonia Otranto isn't related to my Morrowind character, who I need
to spend more time on anyway. This Breton Archer (born under the sign
of the Atronach) was selected to try out Kvatch Rebuilt and Imperial
Temple Clean.
Currently, the rebuilding of Kvatch is very slow, rather a background
process; once a week Ignar Rodblock turns up at inopportune moments
to deliver messages. Finding out that Berwen's ghost wasn't due to
appear for yet another week didn't impress me either. I'm rather
disappointed, simply because I was hoping for more to do. Truth be
told, Antonia raids Oblivion gates out of sheer boredom. I keep
telling her to "just help out a Daedra lord already!" but she doesn't
listen.
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