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
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
I sold my soul to a three-piece
Posted on January 03, 2016 by Spencer Lombardo
Spencer had already lost interest in his client as he thumbed through the wad of cash in his hand, counting to make sure it was exact. He had never had a problem with this particular client in the past but the warlock was distrustful of nearly all of his clients. In his business it was healthy to have a large amount of wariness or you'd be quick to find a knife in your back or a new set of bracelets. He wasn't much of a fan of accessories and silver just really wasn't his color. However, before he could pocket the cash, he found himself face to face with a frothing siren shrieking something about "abuse of power" and "someone could die!" Well, yes, liquids that kill people tended to be a specialty of his though, really, she was getting far too riled up.
The warlock didn't reply at first, studying this strange person before he felt it. It was like a tinge in the air, a pull at the back of his mind. She was a witch, which (ha) explained her immediate recognition of his little vial. Well, great. Now he had Glinda the Good Witch to scold him. "Can't say I ever gave it much thought." He shrugged, pocketing the money in the inside pocket of his coat. "Besides, I hardly call that abusing my power." Deny, deny, deny. Maybe it wasn't the best policy but he wasn't sure who she was or where she came from besides thin air. God knows he didn't click his heels thrice or whatever to summon her.
To be fair, he wasn't completely lying. Spencer never made it his business practice to question the motives of his clientele unless they gave him reason. Not because he was a completely amoral inhuman being, that's a bit of a stretch by any means, but it was simply a business practice he had ingrained in him at a young age. Was he the first in his family to create potions? Hardly. Was he the first to sell them? Not at all. Was he the first to trade the more... potent ones for money? You should meet his mother.
"I'm assuming you have some familiarity with potions, considering you thought you knew what I was handling." Again, a subtle hint of plausible deniability in case this was some sort of trap. Remember that whole thing about him not caring for silver? Yeah, still stands.