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
Free meal and rocks?
Posted on March 03, 2022 by Tipson Cavendar
Walking out of the clinic with Bo he thought back to the man's question about his thief's tools and if they were always on him. Tipson had given Bjorn a somewhat confused look at the time and remained silent. Legally assumption left the young man as innocent till proven guilty. Verbally admitting to it was a clear claim to guilt.
Tipson grins at Bjorn as he comments on Tipson being sloppy. As if he'd ever! "Lunch box, a box of paper clips, c'mon. I don't call that reckless. If I worried about every word I said I'd never get to have fun." The throat is still sore, actually more so after having yelped a few times earlier. There were times a person just can't keep quiet though.
Tipson starts to take the box and then Bjorn is asking him more questions. What the heck did this guy care about those things? "I'll manage and if I have it at home soup." Never rely on others and they never let you down. Tipson had made becoming self-reliant a priority fast. Getting the box, he made his way back to Bjorn's car while the man seemed to be musing over something.
Tipson had paid attention as they went to be well aware that no one else was out watching them. Keeping his back towards the clinic, hands, and box facing the car he pulls out his knife to slice through a bit of packing tape. The knife is once more slipped out of sight and mind and the box is opened.
Bjorn threw a surprise at him before Tipsy had the box opened all the way. Bjorn got a critical look, Tipson searching for the trick somehow embedded in this offer. Three ladies at his house and a lot of food? What the heck was with this guy and doing stuff? Was he the sort that just wanted to pity all kids or did he see Tipson as unable to care for himself? Free meal. "Still don't see why you're doing it. Fun excuse but, sure I'd like a free meal."
Insider the box were gems, some pretty nice ones at that. Tipson picks up one or two and eyes them carefully. He'd have to get someone to look at them for a real value estimate before someone at the market tried to rip him off. Bjorn had acted concerned about threats. These didn't seem like a threat to Tipson? Oh well. Tipson's lip twitched. The gems were cradled in a foamy interior box. Tipson pulled off the fancy outer box, held it up with two fingers to show Bjorn, "I said I wanted the box," then offering over the interior one still holding all the gems. "I don't care about a bunch of rocks. If your friends want to play rock collection that's up to you guys."
Tipson would attempt to open the car door, seeing if it was unlocked ready to go, "C'mon, I'm hungry and then I'm making use of your bed so hopefully you got enough."