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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.

    What's You'll Find Here

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    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

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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!

i know the feeling73.32.203.196Posted On October 10, 2017 at 7:06 PM by henry tudor



It was an ordinary day and ironically, Henry was feeling a little more conflicted than normal. Sterling was alive. He still wasn’t quite sure how to process this news. While he was thankful that he had not killed his lover, he still was unsure where he stood. It wasn’t like they could just go back to how things were. He loved the man…but he was scared of himself. He was scared to love Sterling so fiercely. Even though Sterling had been the one to suffer physical trauma from his attack, he had suffered emotional trauma that could not be fixed by bandaids and glue.

Entering the ark, Henry went straight for the bar, wanting to get himself a few cheap drinks to help ease his conscious. He wasn’t sure what to do about the Sterling situation, but he had to try to figure something out.

So once he was seated, he simply looked up at the bartender. Your usual, Henry? Henry nodded his head. “Thanks, Sam. Make it a double.” The bartender nodded and grabbed a glass, placing a few small ice cubes at the bottom before pouring a heaping serving of whiskey. Picking up the drink, he relished the Applewood scent before he took a sip, feeling the burn of the alcohol as it settled into his stomach.

He was nearly finished with his glass when a hand on his shoulders caught his attention. He was getting good at tuning out the heightened senses. At first they were overwhelming, but the more he practiced, the better he got at tuning everyone out. Eyes looked up at Tetradore as he came to settle himself between Henry and the barstool next to him. “You want to talk here? Or your office?” He motioned to the open seat next to him. He wasn’t quite sure what Tetradore wanted to talk to him about, but he supposed if it was sensitive enough, he might prefer the privacy of his office instead of the open bar.






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