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.
Cull & Pistol
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.
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.
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
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
Without a job or coven to worry about, I have multitudes of time to spend at night. Until Isolt lets me know where I stand in things, I have to find ways to occupy myself. I've tried stopping by the bars to entertain myself with the humilities of the humankind. It's short lived at best. So then I start walking around. I've stopped by most of the shops that are still open and see what they have to offer. The witch shops stay open the latest so I end up looking at potions I don't need that amulets that could possibly kill me. I could do some hunting but I know it would just be a bored thing. I'm not hungry.
I need to find out more about The New Eden so that's something. I've tried talking to most of the witches I've come across but they either don't know anything or try to convince me they don't know anything with barely concealed fear in their eyes. The coven's influence has spread further than I thought and this disconcerts me. Could they already have members here looking for her? My jaw sets angrily at the thought. I won't let them find her. I stop walking when I see flashes of light coming from a nearby alley. Brows furrowing in confusion, I step closer and peer around the corner. There's quite the group, all settled around one person. I can't tell who it is but that doesn't hold my interest for long. No one else can see the shadow from someone on the rooftop above them but I saw it in the moonlight so my gaze moves up.
I see a cloaked figure with a single strand of white hair falling past her shoulders. She seems to be watching what's going on beneath but I'm more interested in what's going on up there now. It doesn't take but seconds for me to climb to the roof and come up behind her, using my undead stealth skills to get in close without making a sound. Soon enough I'm crouching down on the rooftop beside her and I don't know if she can see me yet around the edge of her hood. "Nothing good on HBO tonight?" I whisper silkily, a lopsided smirk tugging at my lips while I look at her from the corner of my eye.