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Orianna, still smiling for a change, nods. "I would like that very much, Asterion." She gives her cousin a hug farewell, then follows Asterion off to learn all about nuar.

Orianna finds herself smiling at the end of the race.

"This was... enjoyable." she tells Keyrock. "And this corn is delicious."

Dataphiles

Thanks for a great game everyone!

Orianna leans forward to hear her cousins secret, then leans back and thinks on it...

...While eating the delicious popped corn.

Orianna offers each of her companions a blessing, then follows her cousin to the luxury box. She tries some of the strange confections he's purchased, including golden looking popped corn.

She makes an odd face, then eats some more popcorn. Clearly she's surprised she likes it.

Don't worry! I've got faith in you Asterion!

I have no piloting, and an overall +0 to attack. Safe to say I'll sit this one out. Haha.

Orianna looks at the remote control like it's some kind of strange mysterious objects. She makes no move to take it.

Unused to scrap races and strange competitions, it doesn't even cross Orianna's mind to worry about the other racers. If you want to succeed you should always try your hardest. In the lead up to the race she focuses all her attention on making Laboni's racer the best it can be. "I will look for useful components."

She heads off and begins to sift through the scrapyard for anything useful.

Perception 1: Improve Engine: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Perception 2: Improve Engine: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
Perception 3: Improve Steering System: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Perception 4: Improve Steering System: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

"Will this help?"

"What do you need?"

Orianna looks at her cousin with resigned disapproval. "No."

Ahahaha!

Orianna watches the video and then looks behind the robot to the track.

"Where is Laboni?" she asks the robot.

Yup, sounds good.

Orianna narrows her eyes at Radoszam, clearly unimpressed with the vesk.

Orianna stands in stunned silence for a solid ten seconds. Finally she seems to snap out of her daze and holds out her hands, accepting the gift with reverence. Gifts were rare among her kin. They had endured generations of the Quest for Sky as prisoners in a simulation, and they had little to spare. But, this... This was special. It was the first gift she had ever been given by someone not of her kind. Someone not a Marbleheart.

"Thank you. I will treasure it. Always."

She fastens on the cloak and bows deeply. Then she turns and leaves with the others.

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In the austere office, Orianna bows to the vesk. "Greetings. I am Orianna Marbleheart. Many blessings upon you."

"The woman's behaviour is shameful," Orianna agrees. But, a moment later, Radaszam jokes about shoving the human into a trash compactor. Orianna frowns. "Life is sacred," she states. Clearly she is not amused.

At the end of the briefing she nods. "Yes, sir. Where can we find Laboni?"

Orianna wordlessly passes a copy of the album over to Zigvigix (as well as the copy for Historia-7).

Then she turns and follows the others out of the warehouse.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Orianna looks at the album cover in confusion. This was the purpose of the line? What mysteries did this music hold that caused such mayhem and crowds? ...Surely it must be worthwhile if they had to endure such trials just to purchase it..? ...She had best buy a copy.

Orianna buys two copies of the album. One for History-7 and one for herself. Remembering how excited Zigvigix seemed over the event she purchases one for him, as well. Orianna will use 100 credits of her upcoming money to buy herself and Ziggy a copy.

@ Keyrock: Ahahahaha! Love it.

Orianna takes the credsticks from her cousin and waits as he requested. She watches him go without a word.

Angradd lend me patience...

In line, Orianna stands still and stiff, waiting in silence. When the crowds and noise get too much for her to handle she closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and prays to Angradd for the strength to endure this new world she finds herself in.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

Whoo! Sorry for the delay. Meet the teacher and a barbecue at my kids' school today took up all our afternoon/evening. Safe to say I'm behind. Haha.

I was bold, not I'm not. Not sure which is right since I started off the fight. Taking a turn just in case.

Orianna attacks the creature with her mind again, sending out another mental barrage at the feather monster!

Damage: 2d10 ⇒ (1, 3) = 4 (Will DC 14 for half damage.)

Orianna steps forward and bellows something in a foreign language...

...and points at the bird sending at mental barrage at the creature's mind! Orianna casts mind thrust to start the fight.

Damage: 2d10 ⇒ (7, 7) = 14 (Will DC 14 for half damage)

Used to the dark and the horrors that stalk them, Orianna steps into the warehouse, looks around, and listens for sounds of movement.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Orianna draw her laser pistol and spends a while fiddling with it. She's clearly not used to the gun yet, but eventually she holds it properly and nods at the others.

"I am prepared.

Orianna follows Quig to the pod and tries to repair it with him.

Engineering to aid: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

If it can't be repaired so we think we could open one of the others, toss him in, and reactivate it?

Keyrock watches Orianna work at the computer. "Just an archaic dwarf, eh?"

Orianna rolls her eyes at Keyrock. "Your words. Not mine."

She stands from the terminal and backs up. "I... have no way to handle that without violence."

Orianna follows after the others, letting them handle the gravity, and the fire extinguisher. They were is talented! She had a lot to learn...

Seeing the broken stasis pod, Orianna approaches it. She checks if the pod is labelled, then heads over to the computer on the desk and tries to turn it on to look up information on what was once inside the stasis pods.

Computers: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Having no idea what the creature is, Orianna looks down at the children. "Come on. Let me walk you to the elevator. Do you know where your parents are? You should return to them."

She attempts to lead the kids back to the elevator and send them on their way.

"What's Mr. Num Nums?"

Orianna steps out from behind the others. "Fear not. We're only here to fix the power."

Diplomacy to aid: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16

"Why are you here?"

Orianna examines the equipment, but doesn't claim any.

"Greetings, Fitch of the --" Orianna begins before being cut off by the impatient ysoki. She shuts her mouth, and listens carefully.

"Will the --" The drone's screen goes blank. Cut off again.

As the ships schematics appear she looks at them carefully. Eventually she nods. "I am ready to proceed."

She heads toward the proper elevator.

Orianna watches the men walk away... Slowly she relaxes. She turns to Keyrock and gives him a firm pat on the shoulder.

She bids farewell to Ceren and Jubair, then follows the others to a shuttle up to the Master of Stars

"You heard what he said!" Orianna bellows loudly. "Get back!"

Intimidate: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Orianna hurries forward to see what's going on.

Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Orianna looks at Radokama in surprise, then nods. "Among my people, one's ancestors are greatly honoured. This is..." She thinks for a moment, but can't seem to find the right words. "Thank you." She accepts Rodakama's help with the corpse.

Such disrespect these people show the dead!

Orianna surpasses a shiver but can't hide her frown. She says a traditional dwarven prayer over the corpses then removes her homespun cloak. She bends one of the bodies into a crouching position, places them in the middle of her cloak, then grabs all the corners and uses it like a sack. She hoists the makeshift body bag over her shoulder and follows Asterion towards the west exit.

Angradd forgive me.

Orianna sighs softly -- a sound Keyrock knows well -- and hands over her credstick to Keyrock. "Twenty-five is all I have." she whispers. She gives it all without further thought. After a moment of assessing her meagre possession she adds, "And a battery." She gives the battery to Keyrock to help with what she's certain will be his expert negotiations.

Whooo! That's a lot of posts within a day! Haha.

Orianna stands motionless through the conversation, as move of the references to coding and hacking go right over her head. She hadn't quite gotten then hang of technology yet, but she was trying.

She listens as she gets given cookies and cup after cup of tea, eating each greedily -- as if she weren't sure where her next meal would come from. When there's finally a gap in the conversation, she nods. "We can protect you and your grandson. We will."

She pulls out her data pad and tries her hand at creating a false death certificate for Ceren.

Computers: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

But even she can find errors in it. With a sigh she sends it to Flenn, hoping he can use it as a starting off point for a better version.

Orianna focuses on the man's words. Howdy was not a term she knew. Was it a greeting? A warning? She guages her companions reactions then nods.

"Greetings. I am Orianna Marbleheart. I am neither salesman nor thief." She examines the plants with interest. Greenery was a sight she'd seen little of in her life. But, horticulture would have to wait. She had a mission to complete. "Yes. We desire to speak in private. May we enter? It is important."

Orianna bows respectfully at Historia-7. "Greetings. I am Orianna Marbleheart."

She listens to the mission briefing, intensely focused on trying to follow the language of the Pact Worlds and modern technology. She nods a few times, thinks a bit, then nods again. "Understood, ma'am."

"What kind of resistance can we expect from station and corporate security? For such crimes do they usually respond with a small force or large unit? Do they use these deceptive 'assassins' I have heard tell about?" She speaks slowly and deliberately in an effort to minimize her accent.

Other than location and potential enemies she has no more questions.

"Dataphiles..." Orianna nods at Flenn and the others. "Yes. Thank you. I desire to meet these Dataphiles first."

Orianna listens intently to Guidance, watching in fascination. She does as instructed, giving a cheek swab and then placing her hand on the panel.

"Knowledge," Orianna replies immediately. "I am here to learn all I can."

Orianna greets Radokama. "Greetings. Common is good."

She clearly does not understand Vesk.

"I am..." Orianna purses her lips and searches for the right words. "I have a lot to learn. Can you teach me of your people?"

Orianna smiles in relief and shakes Flenn's hand.

She pauses and purses her lips. After a moment she adds,

At the sight of Keyrock Orianna stops talking abruptly. She purses her lips at his words, then crosses her arms as she waits for a lull in the conversation. She reaches out a hand to Keyrock, shakes his hand, then pulls him in for a hug.

How did he adapt so quickly! Angradd give me strength...

At the sight of Asterion, Orianna cocks her head at him and stares. Eventually she strides forward and returns his nod of greeting. "Greetings, Asterion. I am Orianna Marbleheart. I have never met your kind. What are you?" Her common is heavily accented.

At the sound of the orc tongue she can't help but recoil in shock. It takes her a moment, but she forces herself to relax. She says nothing to explain her behaviour.

Ha! She'll be torn between rolling her eyes at your constant use of our (proud and noble) culture as a sympathy card, and being entirely envious at how well you've adjusted.

@ Keyrock: Awesome! We should be cousins. Either way, you would know that Orianna used to be a pious cleric of Torag. After learning of the Pact Worlds she converted to the worship of Angradd and became obsessed with learning everything she can. She's hoping to find a place that the rest of the Marblehearts can resettle that's better suited to them than Absalom Station. She's serious, focused, and not very good with people.

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Orianna sits cross legged on the floor in the corner. She has her calloused hands clasped in her lap and seems to be praying fervently. Her clothes are incredibly old fashioned, in faded shades of green and gold. Her dark brown hair is pulled into thick braids, each of which winds around a golden disk etched with dwarven sigils. She's squat and sturdy, even for a dwarf. Around her neck is a chain with two more golden disks upon it: one is the holy symbol of Angradd, a guardian of dwarves, and the other is of Torag, a dwarven deity no one has heard of since the Gap. Both holy symbols look old and crudely forged.

After a short time she opens her eyes, stands up, and brushes off her clothes. She squints, seeming unused to the bright lights of the room. She cocks her head at Flenn's unusual appearance, then stares for a while. She seems to be thinking about something. Eventually she walks up to him.

"You look strange. Explain." She says in a serious voice. After a moment she adds a "Please." Her words are heavily accented. Clearly common is not her primary language.

I'll be bringing my dwarven 'cleric' of Angradd, recently liberated from Salvation's End.