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

living like we're renegades


Posted on April 02, 2019 by Carolina Grace Bedford
West
long live the pioneers
rebels and mutineers

In more ways than she could count Carolina appreciated the job and the chance that those within the Ark had taken on her, however reluctantly. It provided the obvious benefits of helping her keep a roof overhead and food in her stomach without reverting to skills better left alone, but it also provided her with distraction. Within the corridors of the Ark there was always something going on, something that kept her too busy to sit and dwell on darker things. No matter how many drunk patrons she had to cut off or how many dirty dishes she had to wash at the end of the night it was all worth it to fall into the blissful depths of exhausted sleep as the sun began lightening the sky before doing it all over again. No two nights in the Ark were the same and she learned something new every time she went in.

Tonight was sure to be no different as apparently a special event was to be set up, something no one in the Ark had ever seen before which couldn't always be said. While she wasn't sure she would ever quite feel the need to participate in the fights herself, even she couldn't deny she was interested to see just exactly how everything took shape tonight. Water fights were sure to be unique. Still it also meant more work for her, more thirsty patrons, more demanding requests, but also more tips in the jar come the end of the night if she worked the crowds right. That thought had her moving with pep in her step, sleeves rolled up as she hurried about the pre-opening preparations.

She hadn't even noticed that she was glancing up into the dark rafters overhead until movement in her peripheral caught her attention diverting her gaze just as the gentle voice filled the air. She gave an exasperated laugh with a gentle shrug of her shoulders as she slung the damp drying rag over her shoulder. "You say that, and yet something says I'll find him up there one day." One eyebrow raised as if in challenge for the other woman to say she was wrong. "I don't mind grumpy, hopefully before long toleration will turn to at least begrudging trust. Something tells me that will be the day." She didn't know much of her employer, or even her place of employment before she had started working here but naturally word got around the place pretty quickly and while she doubted any more than half of it was true she had heard some stories about those who called this place home. "Excited for the big night?" she asked, turning to check the line of liquor bottles along the wall. They would need to be well stocked.

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