Legends of the Jedi Forums General Chat Coruscant Underworld: Help Walldo Build
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    • Jaxx Participant
      March 14, 2013 at 5:50 pm #21305

      Management Suite:

      As befitting the nature of the club, the Management Suite was designed to make any visiting gambler or dignitary aware of one thing: power flows in and out of this office. Three corners of the wall are painted an off white to give the image of pristine settings. Hanging on each walls are various tapestries and paintings, including a rare Alderaanian Moss Painting on the far right side. A muted brown rug covers the floor while a window on the right side overlooks Coruscant and the lower levels.

       

      Of note are two major things. The first being a small bar on the right side, made of wroshyr wood, is stocked with enough ferments to entertain guests. At first glance there are some high-label drinks stocked. The Manager’s desk, made of aged wroshyr bark, is placed in front of a bank of monitors viewing the whole club. A small decryption device is placed on the right side where winners can place their tab to collect their earnings.

    • daevos Participant
      March 14, 2013 at 6:25 pm #21306

      As you make your way past the lavishly VIP room, you see firsthand at the difference of having wealth has. The room is littered with many top ranking politicians, crime lords and bosses throughout the under city enjoy the finer luxuries of life.  Throughout the room, members of the establishment would enjoy their exotic dancers on the many omuon cloth couches and chairs seemed fitted for comfort and showcasing their wealth.  Nearby each of these couches and chairs are drinking tables for the guests and the center sits a large circular table for their use. The smell of high quality stim spice and alcohol lingers in the air, leaving a lasting impression of a rich underworld in this room.

    • daevos Participant
      March 14, 2013 at 6:27 pm #21307

      mine was vip room

    • daevos Participant
      March 14, 2013 at 6:39 pm #21308

      As you make your way into  the lavishly VIP room, you see firsthand at the difference of having wealth has. The room is littered with many top ranking politicians, crime lords and bosses throughout the under city enjoy the finer luxuries of life.  Throughout the room, members of the establishment would enjoy their exotic dancers on the many omuon cloth couches and chairs seemed fitted for comfort and showcasing their wealth.  Nearby each of these couches and chairs are drinking tables for the guests and the center sits a large circular table for their use. The smell of high quality stim spice and alcohol lingers in the air, leaving a lasting impression of a rich underworld in this room.
      bah I wish you could edit posts you made

    • KoolAidMan Participant
      March 14, 2013 at 10:02 pm #21310

      The Bar

      Snaking your way through the crowd, a large bar finally comes into view. Sectioned into sixteen pieces,dividers neatly placed between them, each slice of the the circular area creates its own little station for patrons to gather around. From the corner of each station extends a pole, to which two holoscreens are attached.  A bartender scurries by, giving a barely acknowledging glance in your direction.The bar is topped with a fine grain wroshyr wood that has been worn with both age and very heavy use. A small bit of wood is carved away on one of the edges, an engraving of some sort. Behind the bar extends a large pillar that reaches all the way to the ceiling. Racks of alcohol, both high and low grade, line the inner circle. Just above the racks, several signs hang around the pillar written in both Arubesh and Huttese. The chatter of the patrons fills the air, voices floating about. Several conversations commence, some in basic and  some in other languages, but none of them are discernible over the stage band playing in the background. A large mug slides past,  a hand reaching past you to snatch it up before quickly disappearing into the crowd. A loud roar is loosed as one of the holoscreens flashes brightly, an announcement in huttese playing through the speakers.

    • Zakattack Participant
      March 14, 2013 at 10:08 pm #21311

      Kriff. Didn’t notice this had multiple pages. Need any more?

    • daevos Participant
      March 14, 2013 at 10:27 pm #21312

      I think he would enjoy multiple to see what’s best. honestly. like if you can improve on mine please do

    • Walldo Keymaster
      March 15, 2013 at 6:53 pm #21316

      I will have some more descriptions (mobs this time!) later tonight.

      For now, I’m looking to do one of the best parts about building an area, stocking the bar.

      Throw out drink object suggestions and the  like and I shall make them.

    • KoolAidMan Participant
      March 15, 2013 at 7:10 pm #21317

      Corellian Spiced Ale
      Cometduster
      Eyeblaster
      Gralinyn juice

    • KoolAidMan Participant
      March 15, 2013 at 7:12 pm #21318

      As far as descs go, what is your preferred word/character limit, Walldo?

    • Walldo Keymaster
      March 21, 2013 at 3:24 pm #21358

      Today’s build work takes us to the seedy underbelly of Coruscant, home of smugglers, criminals, and straight up not good people.

       

      We have a spaceport that needs descing! There’s a landing pad, a big old terminal, lobby, and the entrance. The spaceport is located ‘above’ the streets so from the entrance, they go up to the terminal to get to the landing pad.

       

      MOBS, MOBS, MOBS. You guys are doing a great job helping me so I figure we should shed some light on something that doesn’t normall get desc’d.

       

      In the Outlander Club, we have….

      A gaunt Neimoidian soaking in the sights and sounds

      A drunk jawa who is having a great time!

      A spooky Chiss bartender

      A five piece Bith band

      A band of hutts!

      An old Defel with white fur

      A freakishly strong Besalisk wrestler

      Our good friend Bando the Medical Bracelet wearer

      Razlin the Rogue has only leg but even less description 🙁

       

      There will be more to come but I wanted to seed these out there.

      Thank you all again for the awesome work!

    • daevos Participant
      March 24, 2013 at 6:19 pm #21373

      Resting above the streets of the lower parts of Coruscant, the Old spacesport still functions as a central hub for trade and transportation throughout the underbelly of the galatic city. On landing pad itself, old freighters can be seen roaring to life as they depart towards other parts of the city or into space. while the sounds of enginees dimming as arrivals are also seen without much hesitation. On the landing pad itself, you see Coruscant Security checking  each ship and passanger that arrives, while more unsavory people keep to the shadows to avoid spotlight from any onlooker or the security itself. Their is a single path that is leading to the terminals and to the main loby of the spaceport.         Landing  Pad
      Centered within the nerve cluster of the spacesport, is the lobby where passangers both embarking and debarking come to fill out paper work, check in luggage or take a nap in one of the many seats that is outlined throughout the place. From every species the Galatic city is known to ecompass can be seen, from security guards to freighter pilots and the more unsavory including spice dealers avoiding detection as they move about. Through the main center of the lobby you can see the terminals where people go to embark on their journey as well as move through security while another path leads to the entrance.          Lobby
      As you enter through the double doors to the Lower Coruscant spaceport, you notice that it is semi  well maintained due to a medium volume of passangers though the security seems more focused on keeping unsavory kind out of its facility. You notice in the center of the main entrance is guards who stop and check for any illegal items though the use of security scanners and other methods. Past the security guards, you can see that all races from the majestic city aare here on display, also from all walks of life from laborers to politicans, to even some unsavory ones. Past the horde of people anxiously getting to a flight, you can see a path into the lobby where people wait for the next flight or ready to return to the under city of the Galatic city.                Entrance
       
      After getting through the lobby, you will soon be in a crowd of people heading towards the Lower Coruscant’s spaceport facility. Here, passangers  are being loaded up in taxi’s and other ships to take them towards the landing pad, while another line of ships are seen landing to unload those who arrive to help tlead them back into the lobby. Here, the security seems the lighest,  though the floor of traffic continues to stay steady, though sometimes you could see delays for a multiple of different reasons (terminals)
       
      Sorry I tried L

    • daevos Participant
      March 24, 2013 at 9:07 pm #21374

      sitting comfortably on one of the bar stools, a drunk Jawa is the life of the party. He yammers on in his own language and gestures wildly, his boisterous behavior explained by the array of drinks before him. His  Beady yellow eyes pierce through the darkness of his hood, they appear glazed over from his continuous alcohol consumption. Drunk jawa,   

    • Zakattack Participant
      March 25, 2013 at 6:21 pm #21378

      A gaunt Neimoidian soaking in the sights and sounds:

      This gray-blue skinned humanoid has a gaunt face, with a obvious lack of a nose. With yellow eyes, and horizontal pupils, this neimoidian is simply looking around in wonder, enjoying himself. He holds a drink in one hand, running his other along the bar, swaying to the beat of the music. Quite oblivious to his surroundings, you can tell he is having a great time, and doesn’t get out much.

      A drunk jawa who is having a great time!:

      This small humanoid is the size of a human child, with dust-brown robes enveloping his whole body, sitting high up on a stool with his feet far from the ground. He is constantly giggling to himself, when he isn’t guzzling another jawa-sized drink. As you get closer you notice an odor, not just of alcohol, but of sweat and dust and what seems to be it’s last meal. He looks at you momentarily, with beady, unblinking yellow eyes, before returning to the exasperated bartender for another drink.

      A spooky Chiss bartender:

      The first thing you notice about this humanoid is his blue skin, jet-black hair, and gleaming red eyes. His piercing stare following you and the rest of his customers with suspicion and contempt. He is fit, well-muscled, and his blue skin gleams in the limelight. He, almost begrudgingly, pours drinks for anyone with the time and credits, although he seems to be particularly annoyed with the jawa.

      A five piece Bith band:

      These five aliens are obviously enjoying themselves, more than some of the bar-goers. Armed with a variety of instruments, the play loudly and quickly, moving to the beat and adding a pompous atmosphere to the bar. They stand at 2 meters, with green skin, and large, black, glassy eyes.They have five elongated fingers, moving fast along their instruments, and they are each dressed in a matching uniform of black turtlenecks and gray slacks.

      A band of hutts!:

      These enormous, slug-like aliens slide along the room in a pack,moving slowly and speaking quickly to themselves in huttese, point at various people and attractions. One of them continues to shove food in its mouth, while talking, while another licks his lips. They each have bulbous, orange eyes, half closed with droopy eyelids. As you draw nearer, their combined odor of slime and sweat hits you full-force.

      An old Defel with white fur:

      This hairy being is almost hard to pick out, his edges seem to shimmer and fade in the low-light. He stands at just over a meter, covered in dark-brown fur all over, with a green, flat snout. He moves slowly, attributing to his elderly status. He has big, three clawed hands, long arms that reach just below his knees. He has huge, clawed feet, four toes on his left, and three and a stub on his right foot. It’s hard to determine where he is looking at, exactly, due to his google-like visor covering his eyes. When he grins, a pair of rows of gleaming fangs peek out, though not as sharp as they used to be.

      A freakishly strong Besalisk wrestler:

      The fact that this burly alien has four arms readily points him out as a besalisk. Each of his huge arms would be enough to make any fighter jealous, his chiseled body suggests multiple hours at the gym each day. He seems to be chatty with the various people around him, flexing his muscles for anyone who asks. He wears a tight, one piece, flashy uniform, one a professional athlete might wear.

      Our good friend Bando the Medical Bracelet wearer:

      This humanoid is around two meters in height, with nondescript features. His hands are calloused, suggesting hours upon hours of practicing his trade, and helping others as well. He wears a loose medical gown, his pockets bulging with small plates of metal. His eyes light up as you enter, showing a bright determination to help you learn his craft of engineering.

      Razlin the Rogue has only leg but even less description:
      The first thing you notice about this humanoid slinking around, is his limp. With one leg obviously a prosthesis, he staggers around eying people with his red eyes, mostly the richer folk, looking for targets. His horns are dirty, and his tan skin looks closer to brown with dirt. The only thing that stands out as clean is his facial tatoo, obviously cared for and treasured. As he notices you, he slinks away into the shadows.

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