Moor Todan
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Episode 105: Cantina Royale
"Fortune's expensive smile is earned, not spent."
Good luck! Senator Moor Todan visits Narshadda looking to satisfy his gambling habit far away from the prying eyes of the relentless Coruscanti press. Joined by Darren Reed, the two engage in a thrilling game of Pazaak...
There was misery in the streets of the Smugglers' Moon. It had soaked into the sidewalk cracks and into the graffitied walls. It was in the boutiques that had once been loaded with quality supplies and now housed second-rate smuggled goods for a few credits. It was in the back alleys where the few restaurants who persisted in trading had their garbage searched several times a day, and not just by the Tookas. It was etched in every gaunt and dejected face that had given up on life getting any better than meant survival on mean streets, and those faces became more ubiquitous with each of Moor's visits on Nar Shaddaa.
He enjoyed the quietude that the backwater world offered him however. Everyone was minding their own business: criminals demanded that their privacy be respected. In the Core Worlds, he was Senator Moor Todan of Nubia, constantly recognized and solicited for public events that he was expected to be honored to attend. Here, he was a man like so many other looking to indulge in some of life greatest pleasures.
Moor glanced at his reflection in a nearby window as he approached the cantina. His clothes were casual, but so impeccable they appear new. His sharp jaw, chin, and cheekbones rested on an angelic face. On either side of his straight nose were two blazing hazel eyes. Spiked, warm brown fringed with smooth green. His dark brows were actually graceful, but currently furrowed in a frown.
The cantina was filled with hundreds of conversations told in loud voices, all of them competing with the eclectic music that dominated the atmosphere. The clientele was young, amateur smugglers for the most part. Moor Todan winded his way through the crowd to order a drink. He then decided to tempt his luck at the nearest Pazaak table. Sitting and waiting to be joined by an opponent...
OOC: PvP, death and capture disabled.
OOC thread: The Wook, Darren Reed and Moor Todan's Pazaak game.
@Nor'baal
"Fortune's expensive smile is earned, not spent."
Good luck! Senator Moor Todan visits Narshadda looking to satisfy his gambling habit far away from the prying eyes of the relentless Coruscanti press. Joined by Darren Reed, the two engage in a thrilling game of Pazaak...
There was misery in the streets of the Smugglers' Moon. It had soaked into the sidewalk cracks and into the graffitied walls. It was in the boutiques that had once been loaded with quality supplies and now housed second-rate smuggled goods for a few credits. It was in the back alleys where the few restaurants who persisted in trading had their garbage searched several times a day, and not just by the Tookas. It was etched in every gaunt and dejected face that had given up on life getting any better than meant survival on mean streets, and those faces became more ubiquitous with each of Moor's visits on Nar Shaddaa.
He enjoyed the quietude that the backwater world offered him however. Everyone was minding their own business: criminals demanded that their privacy be respected. In the Core Worlds, he was Senator Moor Todan of Nubia, constantly recognized and solicited for public events that he was expected to be honored to attend. Here, he was a man like so many other looking to indulge in some of life greatest pleasures.
Moor glanced at his reflection in a nearby window as he approached the cantina. His clothes were casual, but so impeccable they appear new. His sharp jaw, chin, and cheekbones rested on an angelic face. On either side of his straight nose were two blazing hazel eyes. Spiked, warm brown fringed with smooth green. His dark brows were actually graceful, but currently furrowed in a frown.
The cantina was filled with hundreds of conversations told in loud voices, all of them competing with the eclectic music that dominated the atmosphere. The clientele was young, amateur smugglers for the most part. Moor Todan winded his way through the crowd to order a drink. He then decided to tempt his luck at the nearest Pazaak table. Sitting and waiting to be joined by an opponent...
OOC: PvP, death and capture disabled.
OOC thread: The Wook, Darren Reed and Moor Todan's Pazaak game.
@Nor'baal
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