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


Posted on August 27, 2016 by Troy Marks
West


I guess I should count myself lucky that I've never had to get an actual job and work for my wages. I've never had to slave on a construction crew out in the hot sun or labor behind a desk typing up meaningless papers for hot headed bosses. Of course, I have played the part of these jobs countless times, anything to get me in close to my mission until I find an answer. The Council pays me well to keep certain creatures at bay and they pay well. I've got offshore accounts to prove it. I've also collected up enough money of my own through odd end jobs and such in my many lifetimes worth of living. When you've been alive almost 1000 years, it's easy to invest wisely.

I couldn't deal with having to stay in one place too long anyway. I'm not claustrophobic but I wouldn't say I'm particularly calm in a tight spot either. I like the freedom I have to pack up and leave when I want and I try not to stay cooped up in the hotel rooms too long on any given day. I'd much rather be outside checking out my next mission.

The only person in the store sems to be a mocha colored woman polishing a dagger. She doesn't even look up when the bell rings on the door. Customer service, what customer service? I continue my perusing until the sword catches my eye. As I reach out, my fingers stop just shy of the blade, a flat voice cutting my actions short. A brow rises as I turn to glance a the woman. "Shall I offer to polish it off for you after so you don't have to stare at my nasty figerprints on the smooth steel?" Even so, I slowly pull my hand back and turn to face her. "That dagger looks like it's ready to start going dull again if only for lack of your full attention. Please, don't let me interrupt." With a smirk, I walk closer to the counter where she sits. "You don't seem happy at all to be here. With all these beautiful things around you, how can you not be anything less than content? Pray tell me you're not one of those girly types."


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