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.

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

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


Posted on July 22, 2016 by vhalla
West



She had been placed on tracking duty again. The group of men she had been following the last week and revealed nothing of interest, they were a simple gang and for god's sake they didn't even have firearms, on top of that they were all human. Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she briefly wonders if her master was simply punishing her for not checking in immediately after a job. She would much rather take the beating he tended to enjoy instead of doing pointless jobs freezing her ass off. Groaning inwardly, she huffs and rubs her gloved hands together. She could feel a cramp forming in her lower back for crouching for so long and her legs were stiff with disuse.

Again, Vhal curses her master silently fully intending on demanding why she's out here when she returned to retrieve her next job. Glancing down at the group of men again who are chatting away, a couple of them clearly drunk by their way of stumbling, she isn't aware of a cold body at her left until she speaks. Stiffening, she begins to reach for the blade she stores in her boot but instead relaxes her hand at her side instead. If he was going to attack he would've done it already instead of announcing himself, unless he wanted to play with his food.

Peering out the corner of her eye, face expressionless and hidden by her hood she inspects him. The assassin could feel an otherness emitting off of the stranger and she was certain he wasn't human, but what he was, she wasn't sure. Scoffing at his words she keeps a hand loose at her side close to her boot if she needed a weapon to defend herself, "I don't own a TV, so no, there wasn't," she replies dryly finally glancing over at the man crouched beside her, taking her eyes off her targets.

She would get a beating if her master knew someone had snuck up on her on a job. What didn't know couldn't hurt him though. "Don't you have anything better to do than creep up on lone women in the dark?" she asks, her expression wiped clean as she looks over the man again. He had a confident air about himself but her blood didn't scream danger quite yet. Blue eyes narrowing, Vhalla eyes him dangerously, suddenly wondering if her master had sent out another assassin to distract her and give feedback on her performance. That thought made the color drain from her face, she was surely getting a beating when she returned to the mansion. "Did Brullo send you?" she growls under her breath, jaw clenched in sudden anger as she lists off her master's name.

Vhalla Solarn

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


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