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

my own form of CHAOS (Nadya)


Posted on December 27, 2015 by Damon
West


I find myself wandering the dark streets of the West tonight, kicking an old crunched up beer can along the sidewalk as I pass the dilapidated old warehouses that seem to make up this whole part of town. The night has been quiet and I watched a hunter head this way after leaving my pub. He got asked to leave after he got too heady on a few rounds of whiskey and started a fight with a few of my best customers. When he pulled out his nice shiny sword, I had to step in and by use of persusasion, I got him to leave pretty willingly. He still seemed steamed when he left though so I decided to call it a night and head out after him, though at a leisurely pace so he wouldn't get suspicious.

I usually could care less what a hunter does after he leaves my pub but I guess you could say Isolt is starting to rub off on me. I could practically feel her staring at e in worry the moment he walked out so I know that's mostly why I made the decision to follow. She had wanted to come too but I was able to talk her out of it, telling her the customers involved in the squabble were still irritated and they would need a big dose of her charm and good looks to make them leave with a smile. And so I managed to flatter her into staying. I'd do anything to keep her out of harm's way.

When the hunter pauses outside of a warehouse, I don't think much of it, figuring he dropped something. But then I see him slowly unsheath his sword and crouch, my brow rising as I slow down and sniff the air. Ah, we're not alone anymore. There's someone on the other side of the door, someone not human. Deciding not to interfere so soon, I lean against the closest warehouse to watch.


Damon Marcello
My Own Form of Chaos


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