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
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
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Posted on August 30, 2022 by Katarina Foster
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The woman seemed a little calm for what just went down, but maybe she was just putting on a facade? I would hope she wasn't used to this sort of thing. That would be a little depressing. The woman seemed grateful enough, though I wasn't used to so much praise. I was just doing my job, after all. An escort? Not usually in the books for me, but it was a slow night so far. At least then I would know the fae woman got home safely. The woman seemed relieved that I would come with her, pointing out again how quickly I was able to dispatch of the men. I scowled as I looked again at their whimpering forms. When the woman started to walk, I fell into step slightly behind her so I could better watch the surroundings. With a fae at night, it was always a given that vampires would be nearby. The woman shrugged when I asked about her walking around alone at night, saying she worked at a bar and she didn't have good control of her powers yet. "Should probably invest in some self defense classes. It could literally save your life." Was she really so new to not know how dangerous it was to be a fae alone at night? Sacrosanct was teeming with vampires. The woman admitted she left her dagger at home then before jumping right back into saying how well I took the men out without powers. I couldn't help but scowl a little when she brought up my powers. I didn't like to talk about them, especially with a stranger I just met. Part of my basic paranoia. Anyone could turn into an enemy. Choosing to be nonchalant, I gave a shrug. "They help me survive, anyway. But so does a lifetime of being on the run." Not wanting to dig into those dark corners either, I glanced back at the woman. "Have you had your powers long? Do you still talk to the one who made you?" I knew it could be a touchy subject for some since being turned into a fae wasn't always voluntary, but at least it would let me know if she had some sort of guardian to watch over her. I'd hate to walk away not knowing if she would survive another night without guidance. |