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

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Posted on October 07, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
It was only natural that, as time passed, the Ark expanded into far more then simply the fighting ring it was so proclaimed for. Although the large cargo ship never moved from it's place docked in the heart of the western warehouse district, Tetradore had found that with his acquisition of the ship came a fleet of others - ones that had been particularly known prior for their rather adept abilities to carry illicit goods from the shores of one country and back towards his own established territory. It was a trade business that the were had seen no reason to not continue and thus, in due time, Tetradore had found himself involved in far more then he had originally anticipated. Never the less, the man fell effortlessly into the role of trafficker, finding that it fit him perhaps far better then he ever would have considered. Usually, Tetradore delegated one of the Ark's staff members to the task of hand delivering the shipments that came in, helping to provide a face to the company. However, there were times when even he was coaxed from his luxurious room and out into the field - today being one of them.

The small sleek ebony box rested beside him in the passenger seat of the Lamborghini, it's contents well aware to him. Tetradore himself had made a point to inspect the artifact upon arrival and ensure it remained not only intact but in impeccable condition. He had been careful not to touch the valuable piece within, wary of the magic that ensnared it. It was perhaps only the simple worth of the item and the novelty of his business with this particular contact that required Tetradore's personal presence today. A soft sigh left his lips as his emerald eyes glanced over the face of the building, pausing just long enough to confirm it was indeed his destination before he guided the quiet vehicle towards the back of the building where it had been agreed he would arrive. It was entirely silent though such was hardly peculiar within this area of the district. These shops preyed upon discreetness, hardly even bothering to place a sign out front. Their wares were shopped only by those who already knew of their existence and entrance to such a covert emporium hardly came easy.

It was perhaps the nature of the marketplace that saw the man pause when he stepped out of his car, box in hand to deliver the product to his contact. The last thing he had anticipated was to find a petite, pretty young woman settled on a large box by the back door. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as he eyed her, considering the peculiar situation he found himself in. Slowly, he stepped closer towards her, pausing a few feet away from her to clear his throat - fully intending to ensnare her attention from the sandwich she seemed quite intently fascinated with. "I'm looking for Davante, is he here?" His velveteen baritone voice inquired, his vibrant emerald eyes resting heavily upon the young woman.
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