• Edit

    The West

    The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a certain grunge that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, instead letting the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

    What's You'll Find Here

  • Edit

    Noah's Ark

    owned by Aiden Tetradore
    1 employees

    Noah's Ark

    Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark appears to be little more than an abandoned cargo ship. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar.

    Owner Aiden Tetradore

    Co-owner Tobias Cain

  • Edit

    Warehouse District

    Warehouse District

    The warehouse district rests just upon the harbor within the city. Many of the warehouses belong to corporate companies although some are used for less the legal means. Be careful when wandering this district at night for many groups meet within those dark, dilapidated buildings. There are also whispers of hard to obtain goods being sold behind those closed doors but you have to know who's who to get an in!

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead50.35.0.252Posted On June 24, 2017 at 1:51 PM by AIDEN TETRADORE

years I've walked in the coldest winds
from sorrow and pain I find my strength
the more I hurt, the clearer I see.


His fingers moved lightly across the screen as he pulled up that internet browser. That small black device navigated towards his favorite search engine, the were-king remotely aware of that young woman that slid against his side, clearly attempting to glance at that bright little handheld screen. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as Regan pulled that phone from his palm and yet, Tetradore hardly saw fit to scold her just yet for such an action. Instead, his emerald eyes lingered upon his phone within her fingers as she so navigated towards that image of the base of someā€¦.mountain. He eyed that picture upon the screen as she handed the phone back to him in a gesture that seemed altogether pleased with herself and her findings. Tetradore looked over that screen before his free hand gingerly reached out to hers, the man clearly trying to remember every detail of that picture. In fact, it wasn't until that sound of her voice within his mind that the man glanced upwards, his lips turning downward ever so slightly in a small frown. He supposed he should have realized that simple fact that there a void of any sort of civilization within that photo she'd shown him and yet, to be frank, he hadn't quite anticipated just how remote of a place they were traveling to.

"A village with no name?" He inquired, altogether surprised by the concept. Who lived in a village and did not decide to name it? How did they get mail if that place was hardly even on a map? Furthermore, he could only assume what sort of people lived there. They were either venturing someplace entirely uncultured...or someplace filled with people who simply didn't want to be found. Neither, frankly, seemed very promising. A soft sigh left his lips as he slid his phone back into his pocket, his head bobbing as his eyes closed, letting his own element so envelope him. Those shadows raced to his call and soon, that feeling of vertigo so tugged at him as they disappeared from the warm comfort of his own room, reappearing underneath the shadow of that mountain. The darkness of night so surrounded them with but the light of the moon overhead. It took Tetradore's emerald eyes a few moments to adjust to that sudden darkness before he slowly dropped Regan's hand. "A legendary sword in the middle of nowhere...huh?" He commented softly, hardly expecting a response even as he gazed up through that forest that so dotted that mountain. Well, a sword was what she wanted, so a sword she would so get. Tetradore gestured lightly for her to lead the way, the man fully expecting to follow.

aiden tetradore



Post A Reply