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    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.

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    Noah's Ark

    owned by Aiden Tetradore
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    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

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    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!

Never give up, never give in [ Iórkæll ] 50.125.74.154Posted On April 08, 2017 at 10:05 PM by Nicholas Thorne

better to
fight for something
than live for nothing



There was an exhilaration to fighting, the pounding of your heart, the taste of blood in your mouth, and the shouts of the spectators. Nicholas was no stranger to the fighting ring whether legal or street. It was a release for him, a way to escape from reality and his past and simply be allowed to live in that moment for that moment was all that mattered. In all honesty Nicholas hadn’t left his motel room that night looking for a fight. He had pulled on his old leather jacket and set about simply to scrounge about the warehouse district pubs for some cheap food and booze.

He had been about to enter a pub when a sound hit his ears. He knew well the sounds of a scuffle. It was harder to ignore that sound than the clench of his stomach for food. There was barely a moments hesitation before the man made his decision and rounded the corner towards the fight. It was only about a dozen men gathered in the patchy lit area between the warehouse and the pub with two of the men in the middle of a contact fight. Intrigued, Nicholas wandered for a closer look until he was amongst the circle of spectators. A thread of sense of home settled over him as he watched the pair grapple and swing punches. A few men on the sidelines were busy exchanging money which alerted Nicholas that this was no mere disagreement but a good ole fashioned betting fight.

Quietly Nicholas waited for the match to end with the raised hand of the defeated signaling his forfeit. The winnings and losses of the fight were dolled out before it was time for another round. “Anyone else?” What Nicholas could only assume was the assigned ‘ring master’ stepped forward and called out looking for another participant. Nicholas glanced about before stepping forward, “I’ll fight.” The ringmaster eyed Nicholas with suspicion, “Alright, we got new blood tonight. You’ll fight my boy Roy here.” He motioned for a man on the sidelines who stepped up. “Get ready boys. Only rule here, newbie, is no biting; you’d be amazed at how many have tried to do that before I had to make the rule. Oh, and no dying, I don’t want to be cleaning that up.” The ringmaster stepped aside as Nicholas rolled his eyes slightly, shrugging off his leather jacket and tossing it aside onto some empty crates.

His opponent was a relatively large man and by Nicholas’ slightly raised sense of smell he was a dockworker. They all permanently smelled like sea salt and fish. When the ringmaster called go, Nicholas ducked and spun about behind Roy as the large man swung forward, landing a solid punch to his side in the process. His opponent flinched at the contact and whipped around to face him once more, glaring at the placid-faced Nicholas. It was a clear difference in style in the way Roy stood with his hands held up clenched tight with feet planted wide whereas Nicholas’ hands were only slightly curled and his legs only slightly bent and spread. This fight was going to be far too easy. Perhaps it could be called unfair, a Were fighting a human as they had greater strength. However, that strength was no where near that of a vampire…and he really needed that money.

Nicholas nearly felt bad though with the dockworkers bull-like fighting style. He didn’t want to anger the ringmaster and be accused of anything either that would effect getting his winnings. So he let the burly man land a few punches. Nicholas knew how to take hits and didn’t mind the pain anymore as it was a way to feel alive. Nicholas dipped down and grabbed the man’s leg and twisted about, rolling forward and bringing Roy flipping backwards in the process to land with a heavy thud one the asphalt that he could hear the air leaving the fallen man’s lungs. Shouts of the men around them by Roy admitting defeat was the end of the match and the beginning of the money trade. “That was quite the show!” The ringmaster slapped Nicholas on the back as he shoved Nicholas’ winnings into his hand. “Yeah, sure.” Nicholas shrugged with a raised brow as he curled his fingers about the bills. “You guys do this often?” “Every Saturday night.” The man nodded. “Ok, I’ll see you next week then.” “You’re not going to fight again?” Nicholas raised up his hand with the bills in silent answer. He got what he came for. Slowly he went back to the crates to gather his jacket as he watched the men begin to figure out who was going to fight next.

Nicholas Thorne



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