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
and so we fall like toy soldiers;
Posted on February 18, 2015 by Finley Dorian
we all fall down like toy soldiers
My pyramid of daggers was very impressive and I was very proud of the way I had gotten it to stand all on its own, to be able to create something that took my attention away from my boredom. I felt like a kid again, all this pent up energy and no where to put it, unable to do anything about it because I was being an obedient brother and minding the store so Dav could get things done. But apparently I couldn't even do that correctly right now, I should just be the one to stand patiently behind the counter so that my attention isnt split. But I couldn't do that; it just wasn't in my nature.
"The Huns, big brother" I reply, my fingers grasping the hilt of the sword as I advanced. There is the clash of the metal that was a welcome sound to rid them of the silence. I wouldn't admit it, but this is something I loved, being together and doing absolutely ridiculous things. What was life without a little havoc?
I wasn't sure what to make of this slip of a girl, she seemed a bit timid and while I am no stranger to women, the ones I was accustomed toâ€"my bloodâ€"had, in my opinion seen far worse in life then this girl in front of me. I wasn't even sure what to say to her, I heard her words but I just had the itch to just listen to her speak. I had an accent, we all did, but this girl was different, almost harmonic in its cadence.
Even as she spoke up to my brother she seemed timid, I am generally a good man, I help those in need, but I had no desire to help now, not when my fun had been ruined and I was hungry. "Trust me, we are no strangers to strong women," My voice calls out as my fingers play with the sword in my hand, I flipped it from one hand to the other impatient in my fidgeting. "It's nice to meet you Bella" I say, but I don't offer anything else, I didn't want to. I was in a particularly foul mood right now and it wasn't just the hunger.
"What are you doing here?" I was blunt, to the point, I wasn't one for messing around today. And generally I was the nice brother. I wanted sword fights and pizza and pyramids made of daggers.