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

i am the raven queen


Posted on June 12, 2016 by vhalla
West
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don't go inside; that's where my demons hide

When a delicate voice broke the silence of the night, Vhalla flinched mentally but didn't miss a beat as she twirls gracefully releasing the unbroken blade on her right forearm, placing it in a defensive position across her chest. The dagger is angled towards the woman who stands several feet ahead of her now, the assassin's lips drawn back in a snarl. Vhalla was immediately disappointed in herself for wallowing in self pity instead of being wary of her surroundings. Too late, the witch realizes she let part of her powers escape through the cracks in her moment of surprise.

A sudden surge of fear envelops the white haired woman as sparks of flame began to shoot from the tips of her fingers. In an attempt to calm herself, she takes a deep breath to hold and pictures the oxygen dissipating, suffocating from her body. Vhalla was aware that she was vulnerable to any sort of attack at the moment and realizes she would have to release the seal on her powers if she were to protect herself. Turning her head swiftly, white braid flying across her shoulder, the witch's eyes dart towards the abandoned buildings surrounding them. It would be chaos if her flames erupted here.

Vhalla could see black spotting her vision when finally, her flames spluttered into nonexistence. With her blade still in a defensive position the assassin finally took in the sight of the woman before her. Noting the subtle points of the woman's features she could only assume a fae stood not 15 feet away from her. Letting her face relax into a neutral expression, she let the blade sink silently back into her suit, hidden, as if it was never there.

"I've never been better, strolling through this neighborhood at this hour is something that is perfectly normal," Vhalla comments, her words accented thickly with sarcasm. Her eyes flash up and down once noting the fairy's demeanor. The woman seemed oddly out of place here in the slums, however, the assassin knew to tread carefully around the fae, you never knew how old or how strong they were even if they looked petite and innocent.

"Have you lost your way, faerie girl? Wandering these streets alone is not safe," Vhalla asks slowly, a predator's grin spreading across her face as if to prove a point. Long gone is the witch who feared her powers only moments before and here stands the assassin who won't bat an eye in the event of taking a life.

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