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
Smoke in The Wind [open]
Posted on March 24, 2019 by Arden A. Wick
Arden stood at the edge of the water staring out over the waves as they crashed against the harbor. He took a final drag of his cigarette, and exhaled the smoke it letting fade above the ocean. He didn't typically smoke standard cigarettes, but he also knew scents were important. Arden hadn't been in town more then a day before he had heard rumors of some place the person referenced to as Noah's Ark. They didn't explain what the place really was just that if there was an underground place to find some items it would be there. Arden knew he would stand out in his bright Hawaiian shirt, and a pair of tan shorts.
Arden always had a keen eye, but even he had a hard time following the trickle of people that made their way into the old seemingly abandoned cargo. He expected it to be difficult, but he was surprised how well they hid the entrance. Arden made his way inside, and once inside he heard it. The roars of a Were fighting. He kept his expression cheery, but a since of dread washed over him. Where had he walked into? Arden slowly made his way through the gather crowd until he could see the arena. Two were-creatures tore at one another. The fighting was brutal, and the scent of blood clogged his human nose. He moved away from the fight making his way towards a bar people were frequenting. Once there he ordered a drink. He kept it simple but his tastes were always more inclined to taste rather then alcohol. He had ordered some fruit cocktail thing so he expected it to take a minute or two until his drink was ready. He turned his back to the bar and surveyed the faces around him. He wondered exactly how many are were-creatures, and somewhere in the back of his head he wondered if they knew he was just human.
Arden always had a keen eye, but even he had a hard time following the trickle of people that made their way into the old seemingly abandoned cargo. He expected it to be difficult, but he was surprised how well they hid the entrance. Arden made his way inside, and once inside he heard it. The roars of a Were fighting. He kept his expression cheery, but a since of dread washed over him. Where had he walked into? Arden slowly made his way through the gather crowd until he could see the arena. Two were-creatures tore at one another. The fighting was brutal, and the scent of blood clogged his human nose. He moved away from the fight making his way towards a bar people were frequenting. Once there he ordered a drink. He kept it simple but his tastes were always more inclined to taste rather then alcohol. He had ordered some fruit cocktail thing so he expected it to take a minute or two until his drink was ready. He turned his back to the bar and surveyed the faces around him. He wondered exactly how many are were-creatures, and somewhere in the back of his head he wondered if they knew he was just human.
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