West

The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess 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, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn

Black Market

Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.

What You'll Find Here

Edge of the Circle

Cull & Pistol

Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.

Bartender Raylin Chike

Noah's Ark

Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. 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. Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade

Owner Aiden Tetradore

Co-owner Tobias Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford

Syn

Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.

Owner Risque Voth

Manager Darcy Blackjack
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

Patron Saint of the lost cause


Posted on August 05, 2016 by Calliope Dorian SERAFINA
West

Calliope Dorian

the patron saint of lost causes



There is always a choice. A choice to be afraid, a choice to falter, a choice to stop. A choice to start, a choice to let go. There is always a choice. I might not have believed those words years ago, but as time has carried me to the present, I believe â€" with all my heart â€" that there is always a choice. Our lives are led thinking that we have nothing to do with the events that unfold before us. I believe that we lead our lives; there is no external force, there is no universal force that guides our days to fold into one another. I believe that there are ten laws to live by; I know this as frankly as I know I have ten fingers, ten toes. There are laws that we live by, yes. But there is always a choice.

I'm tempted to say that I didn't think I had a choice when I heard from my youngest sister. Her voice quivered when I inquired of our other siblings whom I knew lived in her vicinity. Elenore's voice broke, before giving way to tell-tale melancholy. Something was wrong with Davante. I had sighed, knowing full well what my little brother was capable of when his frail, frail psyche began to shatter. It was then that I recognized the familiar urge to aid him, to return to his side and remind him that there is no man more capable to rise to an occasion than he. I'm tempted to say I didn't have a choice, but I wanted to be there to make sure he didn't come tumbling down. I chose to leave, and to find my way to the city of my youngest siblings.

Rest assured, I was prepared for the dramatic change in environment that Sacrosanct offered. While I might have lived many places and seen many different cities, there was something beneath the surface of this city. Something that hummed a delightful tune that seemed to get into your head, and then all of a sudden you were humming it too. It was like coming home after a long trip; I had come home to a place I never could have recognized even on a postcard before now.

With Elenore's guidance, I sought out into the West side of the city. Quickly was I enamored with the dingy shops, dark bars, and strange corner-stores. Elenore mentioned Davante's shop â€" that I would have to visit at a later date. Instead, my footfalls drew me closer to one of those aforementioned shops, which I stepped inside without hesitation. Even further did I find myself not hesitant at all to turn the shop sign to "closed" and proceed to locate whomever may - ... Proceed to locate the woman I knew was employed here, and would give me insight to my brother who was as elusive as ever.

"Serafina," I began plainly, inwardly chastising myself for the evidence of my severely South African accent. " A friend tells me you might be able to help me. I would like to request your services, then."


life will out



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