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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.

    What's You'll Find Here

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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!

A Shadow Follows The Walker71.94.255.66Posted On February 27, 2018 at 4:03 PM by Gideon Reynard

None Of It Has Ever Satisfied My Soul

As he stood in the shadows, clutching that ever so sharp and precious knife that once belonged to his now dead brother, he cloaked himself to blend in the shadows he was already clinging to like his life was depending upon his decision at this moment. And it could very well be that it was down to those circumstances, but he had a feeling it was better to play it safe than be sorry. After all, he wasn’t about to find out what it’s like to die as a Fae. Who knows what horrible fate awaited a dead Fae in the Afterlife… If there even was one for that matter…
As Gideon stood, he allowed himself to enter that ever so familiar trance he had become accustomed to entering: First he would allow his heart beat to slow down to the slowest rhythm possible, like it was being frozen. Next, his breathing was as quiet as a gentle breeze that flittered in the air… He was now in that perfect state of mind where he was ready to leap out if he needed to, and strike down an unwary soul that was possibly after him.

It wouldn’t be a surprise to him if this was the case: After all, his name held wait in most places. As far as he knew it did, but perhaps the changed times that have fallen upon the world would mean that he was no longer a person with a bounty on his head… But he wasn’t sure if his family and his name were printed in books: Wouldn’t be a shock if this was the case, truth be told. They were famous assassins, and he himself had been given a title of the utmost notorious nature. Most people would scream at the sound of “Kingslayer” back in the Medieval times. It was a powerful tool, and he did wonder if he could still use it to his advantage.. Gideon did smirk a bit at this idea that he had leverage in his arsenal, other than his extraordinary assassin skills.
As he reached the edge of the warehouse he was hugging, he tuned his ears and heard a soft, but prominent voice. It was apparent that it was a female voice that was making all that racket. Being careful as to not make any sudden noise, he peeked out from behind his cover and saw a dark haired woman just standing in the sunlight: Out in the wide open…

She didn’t seem like a dangerous person at first glance, but Gideon knew better than to make such a brash assumption. But yet, it seemed to safe to pass that judgement. She just jingling keys and, talking with herself? What in the world was she on about? Was she crazy or maybe talking to a familiar that was cloaked like he was? The possibilities were there, but he couldn’t really put his finger down on one of the two...
“Maybe I won’t have to kill you after all...Maybe…”
He thought to himself as he would lean back against the wall and put his blade away. Taking a deep breath and exhaling quietly, he uncloaked himself and gave himself a moment to think this through.

The Raven haired Greek took another deep breath for good health, and stepped out of the shadows. His dark blue gear looked a lot lighter in the warm sunlight, that Gideon seemed to also enjoy. Maybe it was the strong Greek in his blood that gave him a love for the sun. He put his hands in the air as the woman turned to him, he offered a calm and flashy smile.
“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna rob you or anything.”
He stated to her as he kept that calm and flashy smile on his tanned face.

The King Slayer Reynard


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