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

In this burning house


Posted on October 29, 2015 by Elenore Dorian
West



My brother is and always has been a proprietor of unique, often exquisite and expensive things. He has always been interested in antiquities, in particular, roaming every corner of the world he can to get his hands on something of value to him. Perhaps it was valued not only to him, but to others after he got his hands on such things and tampered with them in a way only he was capable of. Over the years, I'd seen many different artifacts and creations come from him; they were always works of art, regardless of what they actually did or were for. Having an affinity for metal, for minerals, for jewels, and for anything from the belly of the earth, Davante surely found his calling. What's more, honestly, is the work he does on the weaponry he acquires. I think knives are his favorite â€" or swords, both with hilts large enough to carve intricacies and imbed magic into â€" and they're all over the shop. He often talks about how the metal actually calls to him in a physical way... like I'd know anything about that, but I believe him. Maybe that's what makes him such a talented artist. Without sounding cliché, it's almost magical to watch him work on pieces... which is why it's strange that he wanted something already "finished" like the cube.

"I was only asked to wait for you... not to play customer service representative," I offered in kind to Tetradore's observation that we had strange business practices. To be truthful, I'm not sure that Davante even cares if there's any sort of revenue. I know my brother, he doesn't need the money; he has a hand in the shop for other reasons which enable him to propagate terrible service. The idea originally made me uncomfortable; I was there to help, shouldn't I service them? Then again, it would only frustrate Davante and Davante frustrated is like a wet cat. Awful.

Instead of dwelling on the idea that customers were coming and going freely, the cube had my utmost attention, encouraged by Tetradore's words. Yes, I could feel the magic pulsing from the cube â€" Davante hadn't touched it yet... it came cursed. Hesitantly, I traced my fingers over the design on it, feeling the magic racing to the surface like fish to a feeding. Unhurried, patient, and waiting was whatever darkness lay beneath the initial feeding â€" a shark, ready for a proverbial pounce. "Whatever it is, it wants to be freed." My words were spoken softly, my eyes still trained on the object as the soft purple began to grow. As the hue began to grow stronger, the metals in the room very slowly began to clamor as if they were speaking in hushed tones while their master walked through the room. Continuing very gently to trace my fingers over the object in a soothing way, the swords on Davante's workspace wall seemed to come alive, animating as if it was a scene from the Disney movey Fantasia. The brooms came alive, working while Mickey acted sorcerer. With my other hand, I gently beckoned one of the swords and it raced to me like I'd seen them do for Davante time and time again.

Clutching the sword in one hand and fingers laying on the object, it was pretty obvious why Davante wanted this.

"I think it's safe to say he's going to destroy this, or find a way to make his own power stronger because of it... That's comforting."

I dropped my hand, putting the sword on the table before I had an itch to play with the object any longer.







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