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

death incarnate, night triumphant


Posted on February 28, 2019 by Andras Stein
West

death incarnate & night triumphant

What a peculiar creature! Andras was entirely aware of her abilities, therefore he did not pry into her mind. He knew she would drive right back if that were the case and he hardly wanted to give away his intentions, he first wanted to see what sort of woman this young faerie had become over the last few years. So, he sits, his dark hazel eyes lazily glancing at her as she continues to fiddle on her phone. Hmmm, she hardly seemed nervous in his presence and yet, why should she? It wasn't as if he were acting threatening at the moment and yet, he also knew that she knew of his reign, those rumors that so flew around the city regarding the man. Still, his curiosity piques when she greets him before leaning so abruptly into his space. It hardly concerns the man, noting the play almost immediately as she drawls out her words. Her own smile so playing upon her lips meant to chase away that uneasiness he was certain lingered somewhere within her. Perhaps there wasn't yet, Andras was old enough and cunning enough to read people's bodies just as well as he could dive into their minds.

Still, he's patient as she finishes her tirade, the High Lord holding eye contact with her easily. It didn't bother the man, no, not in the least. He's played this game far longer than most of the city. Yet, a cold smile still spreads upon his lips as he finishes, the most casual of shrugs so raising his shoulders as he drums his long fingers on the back of the bench. "Ah, is that what they say of me these days?" He questions, neither accepting nor rejecting the rumor. Some of it was true, he had dungeons and he had tortured many there, yet, none were of his court; all enemies. "I was curious of the little faerie queen who abandoned her court was like," he takes a jab, almost egging her on to see if she would take the bait and would anger. "Darling, of course I'm not afraid of you, I hardly fear a thing!" He laughs darkly, still watching her carefully, his head tilting slight in an almost predatory move as his hair moves slightly to reveal pointed ears.

"No, I've come to seek you out, to see if you are a threat to my court. There have been many dark faeries roaming the city, targeting my people," his voice lowers in an almost menacing tone, oh, he already knew she wasn't behind the targeting, he merely wanted to see what she would do. "I don't tolerate the harming of my people and when the whisperings that the old queen of the city has returned, of course I would seek her out," he states again, eyes narrowing almost dangerously, "Any monarch would," he states once more. "So tell me, Samantha, why have you returned to the city? Dorian tells me you have sought him out," he finally states, fishing for answers. He was almost certain the King did not tell Samantha that he had joined a new monarch after her disappearance, and yet, he was almost certain the moment he mentioned Dorian, Sam would know exactly what sort of ruler he was. They both knew Dorian would never join a monarchy of a sadistic and cruel ruler, the man far too pure to do something like that. She would have found out either way, and yet, he simply wanted to see her reaction, the moment she realized all those petty rumors she had heard, were untrue.

Andras Steinhello darling

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