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

bad guy gone good Yumi/Rescue Thread


Posted on February 01, 2018 by Christian Walker
West


It was just another night guarding the vampire hostage, so why did he already feel like shit? He'd been low on the list as of late, probably cause of all the tardiness to meetings or the ones where he didn't show up at all. So he wasn't as dedicated as some of these guys, so what? He had a life outside these walls, unlike some of them, he would surmise. He didn't live and breathe New Eden. He wasn't giddy with the thought of a vampire bringing new life into the world. He didn't even see how that was possible. No, scratch that. He'd seen magic do numbers of seemingly impossible things so maybe it wasn't so impossible for a vampire to bring a child into the world, but a human child? That just seemed ridiculous. Yet he nodded along to all their schemes and he did the chants and participated in the rituals becuase it was expected of him.

Guard duty in itself wasn't hard. It was just hearing the screams of pain when they chose to torture the women and hearing their pleas for mercy. He knew they would heal faster than normal but that didn't mean the witches should take pleasure in their pain. And yet they did. He could see the glow in their eyes every time they left a room with blood on their hands. They had a handful of vampires, mostly red heads thanks to the prophecy but they seemed to mainly focus on one in particular. The one that came with the girl he had to guard. He didn't know their names; they refused to tell him, even though he'd tried talking soft to them and giving them the nice treatment. They didn't trust him and he didn't blame them. Even though he wasn't a torturer, he was still a warlock and he wasn't on their side. He knew it and they knew it. Yet he didn't know if he could go another night of hearing the screams and not do anything about it.

He nodded to the other guard as he came to take the man's place. He didn't even know the other warlock's name, only that he always had heinous breath like a whiskey barrel and his teeth were literally rotting in his mouth. Couldn't he learn some kind of spell to fix them? I don't know, maybe he liked it that way. He surely couldn't get a woman (or man, for that matter) looking like that but what did Christian know? It wasn't like he was rolling in luck when it came to romance either. The other warlock left for the night, leaving Christian all alone outside the woman's cell. She was silent tonight, as if settled on her fate. He hated that worse than the soft crying or pleading. He sat with his back against the door for what felt like hours before he tried to make conversation. "So, how has your day been? Yeah, mine was pretty crappy too. Probably not as crappy as yours, but still."

He shrugged, as if that solved everything. Silence. But that didn't perturb him. He continued to make small talk with her through the door. Well, he talked and she didn't say much of anything. But finally he couldn't take it anymore. He looked around, knowing it was late enough by now that no one else would be around. The last shift had come through a minute ago and he knew they wouldn't be due back for at least another fifteen minutes. Plenty of time to escape. Sighing and shaking his head, knowing that what he was about to do could easily cost him his life, he turned to the door and slowly pulled back the lock. He used a simple spell to undo the rest of the magical locks on it before he pushed it open. She was huddled against the wall, chained by the wrists and ankles. He sighed. She looked like death. He needed to get her out of here, and fast.

He moved to her, easily casting spells to undo the chains and he reached out to catch her should she fall in her sudden release. Hoping to help hold up her weight, he let her lean against his shoulder if needed. "I know you don't know me and you don't trust me but I'm getting you out of here. Can you walk?" He waited for her confirmation before moving her slowly toward the door. He knew the cell itself was spelled to keep her from using any of her powers. He only hoped at least one of them could help her get the rest of the way out of here. He moved her down the tunnel, stopping when he knew he would still have time to get back and play his part of being left attacked and knocked out so she could escape and he would still have some time to stall before they figured out he helped her. He gently held her shoulders as he tried to catch her gaze. "This is as far as I can go. Follow this corridor straight down. You'll find the exit in another half mile or so. I've got to get back so I can buy you some more time. The next shift will be coming in soon. Go." He gently coaxed her as he turned back, hoping against all hope he could pull it off and get her her freedom back.


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