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    The West

    The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a certain grunge 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, instead letting the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

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    Noah's Ark

    owned by Aiden Tetradore
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    Noah's Ark

    Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark appears to be little more than an abandoned cargo ship. 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.

    Owner Aiden Tetradore

    Co-owner Tobias Cain

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    Warehouse District

    Warehouse District

    The warehouse district rests just upon the harbor within the city. Many of the warehouses belong to corporate companies although some are used for less the legal means. Be careful when wandering this district at night for many groups meet within those dark, dilapidated buildings. There are also whispers of hard to obtain goods being sold behind those closed doors but you have to know who's who to get an in!

don't go inside; that's where my demons hide; spencer69.145.144.152Posted On July 13, 2016 at 9:39 AM by vhalla

It wasn’t a seductive saunter or a sway of the hips or a simple stroll that carried the assassin down the warehouse district, it was an arrogant swagger that had humans and supernaturals alike turning in the other direction to get away from her. It was a cloaked face and a smugness about her that caused people to take one look and turn tail and run. Of course, the witch was always a little smug to get the reaction that she did and she was armed to the teeth, but no one needed to know that little tidbit. Turning her icy gaze towards the shops that lined the distract, she searched for a specific one, the one that had brought her out today.

Vhalla had cursed up a storm a sailor would have been proud of when she found out her go-to guy had up and fled the city because he was too frightened to deal with the creatures that ran this town, I suppose that’s what you get when you’re a human attempting to infiltrate a supernatural world. Clenching her jaw at the memory, she shakes it away quickly so as to not put a hole in a nearby wall. She did manage to find a small tip about another seller here in the west, which had brought her here today.

Arsenal. The name of the blasted store she had to track down. She had heard that it mainly sold firearms, something she was not interested in, but they discreetly sold poisons as well. Something she was running very low on and did not have the ingredients to make her own at the moment. Letting her eyes scan the street once more she finally finds what she’s looking for and moves with a purpose towards the door. Throwing the door open with a little more force than necessary she swaggers in her eyes falling on all sorts of guns lining the store.

Though they weren’t her weapon of choice, Vhalla couldn’t help but admire what she saw so instead of wandering up to the man behind the counter right away, she searches through the guns with hands behind her back. When she finishes she searches out the man again, removing her hood and revealing her stark white hair, in its usual braid, falling past her waist. Vhal’s lips stretch into a predatory grin as she approaches the counter and leans on it heavily, resting her chin on both hands as if she were some love stricken fool. Yet, the assassin was anything but that. Gazing through hooded eyes up at the man, she’s certain he’s supernatural but isn’t sure what he is.

“I hear you deal in poisons,” she drawls out, flashing him a lazy grin. Straight to the point, Vhalla was not one to beat around the bush.

Vhalla Solarn

don't go inside; that's where my demons hide


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