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

me and the devil, walking side by side


Posted on September 07, 2015 by R. METCALF
West

Masculinity was, it was clear, every bit as fragile as it had always been rumored to be. A thread of finest silk to be mangled, butchered, with as little as a curt nod. It was of no surprise, truly, for Rowena had suffered the presence of men far more frequently and far longer than ever she would have presumed was personally advisable. They were all so very pathetic, a telling truth echoed in the eyes of her counterpart as the word itself reaches forth with stinging barbs to prod him. Whimpering children bearing the guises of men. "I wouldn't have to be 'rude' if you weren't being such a bloody prat," she lilted, curls of fine white smoke slithering sensuously from betwixt her perfectly arched lips.

The blonde matron listens in the most irritatingly casual manner to the woeful tale of her compatriot, his worry for the sanctity of their species far eclipsing her own, it would seem, as nary does a touch of irritation mar her features at the mention of the Witchery's misguided barrage. It had been a matter swiftly and diligently handled, seen to by the barbaric nymph herself, her assets fortified and her own conniving plan set into motion... bereft the myriad nuisances inherent in something as prolifically heinous as a "group project".

"Dont patronize me, Davante, I'm well aware of the situation. Hunters have busied themselves 'collecting' information for centuries, running about and fancying themselves investigators of the supernatural situation. And they've held particular interest in the Witchery since word got out that I had taken it over. Let me tell you, business has been booming since then. I invite the leaders of their little campfire posse with open arms and an open bar, and for that I'm able to decide just what manner of information they receive. That little panty-raid they attempted to execute was an adorable demonstration of just how little they actually know of us." She pauses a moment, the ashen tip of her cigarette blooming anew in the near-absolute darkness of Davante's store-room, the notion of this so-called "group project" turned about within her scrupulous mind, a dissatisfied scowl creasing the edges of her seductively-pouty lips.

"I abhor the idea of a 'group project' at a level I don't feel necessarily requires explanation, but for the sake of transparency... what did you have in mind?"

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