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

# so many ways for this to end # (Davante)


Posted on September 16, 2015 by Damon
West


Now I never planned on making any trouble. Okay, that's a lie. I totally meant to come to Sacro and just use it as another action figure set to use to my advantage then discard to the side like a used cardboard box. I never meant to get attached. I never meant to make actual friends. And I certainly never meant to fall in love. And yet it had happened. Red on the Water is quite a feat. True I've had other business aspirations before but they never amounted to much and after a few months of pandering, I would sell it off to the highest bidder and move on. But I find myself staring at the flowing staircase and feeling nostalgic, listening to the bands play a song I've heard countless times and yet still it makes me home sick. I listen to the brief chatter of my many customers and I can name them off like it's Jeopardy. And then there's Isolt. Such a rare and precious find and yet I'm absolutely terrified of hurting her. My doubts turn to chaotic thoughts and then you have me here, having way too much fun with a rogue vampire who decided to press one too many buttons.

You heard me right, rogue vampire. I'm sure you were thinking I'd have a hunter tied up, even a were or a faerie before one of my own kind. Hell, the faerie wouldn't make it long if I got ahold of it since their blood is all too irresistable and I'd probably end up beheading the were before it came to blows. A hunter is rather fun to torture but there's just something about this guy, I think he said his name was Joe, that gets under my immortal flesh a little too much for my liking. I caught him behind Red on the Water and I'm sure you're thinking I found him draining some poor human dry or something of the like. Actually no, I found him dusting one of my favorite customers. Jane, such a pretty soul. She reminded me a lot of Isolt with a kind caring nature and too much humanity to survive for long anyway. But she wouldn't kill even if you asked it of her and yet I poked my head out right as he pulled the stake from her chest and turned her to ash. The image incensed me, enough to charge after him and tie him up quicker than he could blink. And now he's tied to a wooden chair with stakes pressing into his back, just waiting for him to try to escape and put a little too much pressure on any of their very sharp and very pointy tips.

"Let me go!" He yells for the upteenth time and yet I ignore his cries. I've had a little too much fun burning his skin with my energy power and then using mind control to make him stab himself numerous times in the arms and shoulders. And yet there's something missing...and so I made a phone call and now I'm just sitting across from the captive stradding the back of a chair watching him squirm and writhe and complain while minutes tick by and I boredly wait for my partner to arrive. I'm sure he'll have something in mind we can do to pass the time.

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