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

Just another Night to Kill (Askaree)


Posted on August 08, 2016 by Troy Marks
West


Now that I've got a cheap motel room for the night, it's time to do some more exploring in this city. So far I've only been to the Cat's Meow, a burlesque club, it would seem. I've actually only been to a handful in my lifetime but I must admit that the one here is actually quite exceptional. Either it's still rather new or it's run well enough that certain kinds of people don't get to come in and ruin it. I've seen some pretty trashy burlesque clubs; that's all I'm saying.

The houses look pretty well manicured and there's only a few eye sores here and there to be found in this city so far as I've cruised around. I can practically feel the supernatural energy flowing through this place so I don't doubt the rumors that led me here. As I'm cruising, my gaze catches sight of a welcoming sight, almost as welcoming as the vision of pretty ladies dancing in my head. Weapons has always been a hobby of mine, since I seem to be a collector, if anyone were to check the false bottom in my trunk. I tend to come across some pretty nasty characters so one must be prepared and I consider myself a boy scout in this.

I find a parking space and make sure the Impala is well enough out of range of a stray cart running into it or something of the like. Do you even push a cart in a weapons shop? Wouldn't surprise me but I'd just rather drive my car around back and load it up. Oh well, guess a peek won't hurt. I wander into the shop, my gaze instantly caught by a devilish looking sword hanging near the center of the room. It seems to hail attention to it like a beacon of hope and my hazel eyes sparkle with just that same emotion. As I stop before the sword, my fingers reach out like rays of sunshine, just begging for that cold steel.


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