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

The Simple Life Ain't So Simple


Posted on December 12, 2022 by Braxton Redfield
West





Pressure. That's the only word that would really even come to mind with Braxton and his current situation. "You really did talk yourself up here, Braxton. Way to go." The Dark Fae thought to himself as he tried to really keep his composure with this situation. It didn't help that he knew the Vampire was picking up on his nervous state and his racing heart, and pulse.
"Why don't you just serve yourself up on a platter? Offer here some of your blood even? Relax, Braxton!" His internal voice was just growing louder and louder.
"I can tell you I wasn't lying, promise you that much. I usually have intel of sorts, but no excuse for me being sloppy."

The Fae prattled on as he would make his way over to the Office. It would be the only office in the area so of course this would be it. Braxton was doing everything possible to compose himself. The words from Morgan saying that this was indeed a setup still didn't seem to leave his brain.It was like seeds planted into soil that were emerging and starting to take root
He'd slowly creep around while making sure that he didn't trip anything, or step on anything that was even remotely suspicious or would raise alarms. But his body was more so the alarm in the eyes of a hungry Vampire.

She had to be though. Braxton couldn't really measure how long it had been for her, or how often she feeds. This was most certainly a game of Russian Roulette but he couldn't turn back now. But here the Fae was in the office. His eyes flickered all over and found his way to the desk and would move with swiftness. Braxton would begin scanning bookshelves and little table surfaces. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but he hadn't checked the tables or the desk drawers yet. "I hope this yields something...Bloody hell." Braxton said to himself as he started to slowly, but with the use of momentum, would start opening drawers. Some things stuck out but no papers yet.

The little nightstands were just the usual junk drawer. But soon as the Fae would move to the desk he'd find a key and a few pieces of paper neatly tucked in a manila envelope- the key was taped to the outside of it. He knew Morgan was right behind him so he'd turn around and flashed the prize he caught for her.
"Highly doubt this is the end of it, but I dare say that I got something here. Though I'm still warry, I am not deterred."

- Braxton Redfield -
What's Wrong With Being Confident?

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