Davik Lorso
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The Catscratch's hyperdrive had been busted for almost a year now. At first Davik had seen it as an opportunity: Being on the same planet as his mate Gentis, it seemed to be the perfect moment to play a couple of long cons with the locals. They tried to fix a few Fathier races by bribing jockeys, but when that didn't really turn out to be profitable they bought into a Fathier stable with less than legal tactics only to find out that there's always a bigger fish in the underworld. And by bigger fish I mean Gentis and Davik were goldfish and the actual owner of the stable was a Great White Shark.
Davik had managed to placate the shark with a shipment of Crimson Dawn artefacts that he was way too late delivering anyway and the bounty fod with his name on it was already at the Eriadu guild office by that time. Needless to say they went underground for a bit, crashed in safehouse along the South Stretch and then slowly popped back out doing some minor things like a bookie hustle for those unfortunate gamblers that had been barred from the usual monitored haunts.
For the past few months they had been running a Sabacc Den that the local gang had explicitly told them they weren't allowed to operate from the basement of a drainage pumping station. It positively reeked of sewage that the Boonta Incense could only mostly drown out. A rusty droid with outdated software was the doorman who, upon uttering the phrase "The HoloNet Datasheet said that it rains every Tuesday on Tatooine" would open the sliding doors and reveal a cramped six by six room. In the middle a round Sabacc table stood and enough room for five stools, including the dealer. The thick musk of sweetened Boonta incense filled the room and the muck that covered most of the walls was only barely noticeable.
Behind the dealer was an old grate at about the size of a kath hound with rusted outsticking bolts that were used as coathangers by the man sitting in front of it: Davik Lorso. His greying hair was greasy and slicked backwards and his two-week old beard mostly unkempt with thinner on the right side of his chin where he plucked at it whenever he contemplated cheating.
To any newcomer he would smile heartily, offer them an empty seat and whenever they put down the twenty credits buy in, exchange it for a filled glass of Ripe Binka-Flavored Moonshine. 'You are very welcome at the Freemso-' Freem and Lorso '-Sabacc Den. I'm your dealer Davik and you'll get a chance defeating our reigning champion Gentis Freem himself.'
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[OOC: Anyone up for a game of Sabacc? Three rounds, Roll two d6 to start. Each new round either dont roll (Stand) or roll one of the two dice again. Specificy which in the roll comment. Score is the difference between dice. Smaller difference the better. Lowest equal wins.]
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Was the game rigged? Most likely. Were Davik and Gentis good enough at rigging a Sabacc game to account for the luck and skill of their players? Roll a dice and find out.
Davik, on his account, took a shot of the moonshine regularly and his eyes were already bloodshot as he swayed looking from player to player. 'Sabacc is a simple game, you take two cards and each turn you exchange one in your hand with one in the deck. When the cards in your hands match, you stand down until the reveal.
Davik had managed to placate the shark with a shipment of Crimson Dawn artefacts that he was way too late delivering anyway and the bounty fod with his name on it was already at the Eriadu guild office by that time. Needless to say they went underground for a bit, crashed in safehouse along the South Stretch and then slowly popped back out doing some minor things like a bookie hustle for those unfortunate gamblers that had been barred from the usual monitored haunts.
For the past few months they had been running a Sabacc Den that the local gang had explicitly told them they weren't allowed to operate from the basement of a drainage pumping station. It positively reeked of sewage that the Boonta Incense could only mostly drown out. A rusty droid with outdated software was the doorman who, upon uttering the phrase "The HoloNet Datasheet said that it rains every Tuesday on Tatooine" would open the sliding doors and reveal a cramped six by six room. In the middle a round Sabacc table stood and enough room for five stools, including the dealer. The thick musk of sweetened Boonta incense filled the room and the muck that covered most of the walls was only barely noticeable.
Behind the dealer was an old grate at about the size of a kath hound with rusted outsticking bolts that were used as coathangers by the man sitting in front of it: Davik Lorso. His greying hair was greasy and slicked backwards and his two-week old beard mostly unkempt with thinner on the right side of his chin where he plucked at it whenever he contemplated cheating.
To any newcomer he would smile heartily, offer them an empty seat and whenever they put down the twenty credits buy in, exchange it for a filled glass of Ripe Binka-Flavored Moonshine. 'You are very welcome at the Freemso-' Freem and Lorso '-Sabacc Den. I'm your dealer Davik and you'll get a chance defeating our reigning champion Gentis Freem himself.'
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[OOC: Anyone up for a game of Sabacc? Three rounds, Roll two d6 to start. Each new round either dont roll (Stand) or roll one of the two dice again. Specificy which in the roll comment. Score is the difference between dice. Smaller difference the better. Lowest equal wins.]
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Was the game rigged? Most likely. Were Davik and Gentis good enough at rigging a Sabacc game to account for the luck and skill of their players? Roll a dice and find out.
Davik, on his account, took a shot of the moonshine regularly and his eyes were already bloodshot as he swayed looking from player to player. 'Sabacc is a simple game, you take two cards and each turn you exchange one in your hand with one in the deck. When the cards in your hands match, you stand down until the reveal.
