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

A Stiff Drink


Posted on June 06, 2014 by Ivan
West





I sat by myself, observing soaking in the atmosphere of this new place and watching the people who would occasionally walk by - I guess I shouldn't be surprised by the amount of traffic in this neighborhood but most of the homes and apartments do a good job of blending in with the warehouses and shops of the area. I motion for my third round, it's been a few hours and I've been lazily tending to my companion. It wasn't quite like back home, the drink wasn't quite right but I couldn't put my finger on how, maybe it was the lack of friendly faces at the table or the great distance from this new place to my old stomping grounds.

The tranquility of the day is suddenly broken when a stranger pulls himself into an empty stool at my table, setting down...what is that? Some kind of coffee *snff* mm, smells good at least, robust, goes with the bar. The stranger casually sparks up a conversation. "HHm! I don't see why not; I've been in bars like these with my father and friends since I was out of high-school...They've always been good places to get to know the heart of a neighborhood - what makes them tick." The Russian Bear may charge through my blood but spending most of my life here has all left me with barely any accent, it may only come to the surface on certain words or syllables. I take another sip from my glass of Russian. "Nice umbrella, don't think it's supposed to rain today though." I say, motioning to the older gentleman's blue parasol. A parasol and fancy coffee in a little hole in the wall like this? Who was this guy?


I V A N
This is the story of a man
Who conquered life drink in hand