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

Smoke in The Wind [open]


Posted on March 24, 2019 by Arden A. Wick
West Close Thread
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.

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