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

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


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 come inside; that's where my demons hide

Posted on September 11, 2016 by vhalla

It was his comment about taking a picture that caused a lazy smile to tug at the corner of her lips, eyes narrowed at the vampire across the way, "Perhaps I will," she purred at him a dangerous look flashing across her features, "I heard a rumor that vampires don't show up in pictures though, pity" she responds, sarcasm thickening her words as she sniffs. Turning away, but having his frame carefully placed in her peripheral she blows on her frozen fingers again. Really, the assassin should have known better than showing any sort of discomfort in the immortal's presence yet she was irritated by the demands of her master and the biting wind at her back.

"I like to live dangerously on the edge," she rolls her eyes at him but keeps her focus locked on the men below her. The vampire was nothing but a distraction for the evening but Vhalla knew well enough to keep her biting words to herself for the most part, solely because she didn't need to be fighting an ancient being and do her job for the night. Grinding her teeth together she growls quietly under her breath as she heads for the ladder, ignoring the man entirely until he's piping up again.

Locking ice blue eyes with the vampire she simply arches a brow at him as he asks to accompany her. Shrugging at him, it was the only answer the man was going to get. As she quickly descends the ladder, she hears a whoosh of air next to her ear and a quiet thud on the street below her. Glancing down to see Damon already on the ground, she grumbles under her breath, "Show off," before stepping off the bitingly cold rings, brushing past his outstretched hand. The assassin was most definitely not some damsel in distress. The man would learn quickly that she could take care of herself... and then some.

Prowling closer towards the dead bodies, Vhal inspects them silently until the vampire speaks again. Glancing over her shoulder at him, the witch still couldn't believe the man had nothing better to do than follow her around as she did her master's bidding. Angry sparks dance fiercely in her eyes briefly before she cools her rage to a simmer, turning away from him so he couldn't see the anger roiling across her features. Perhaps she should have chased him off earlier so he wouldn't interfere with her work. But his question was something she didn't have an answer to, Vhalla wasn't sure herself why she was out her or why her master was having her follow a bunch of hooligans.

Again, her ice blue eyes focus on the ancient next to her, to catch the curl of his nose in, was that disgust, at the already cooling bodies at their feet and she couldn't help it but she croons at him, "I wouldn't judge you if you wanted an easy meal," she flashes a dangerous smile at him suddenly feeling the iron clasp of a hand around her ankle. Amusement suddenly wiped clean from her face she reaches for her dagger sheathed at her thigh and draws it, the steal scraping against its scabbard in the silent night.

Instead of pulling her foot away from him, she simply gazes down at the dying super natural, bored. Squatting down to inspect him, it was no one the assassin knew or recognized, "Why?" she asks simply, her hand caressing the hilt of her dagger gently. And, of course, the supernatural keels over dead before providing the assassin with any useful information. Sighing through her nose, she reaches her own hand to pry the already stiffening fingers from around her ankle, wrinkle her nose at the dead bodies. Standing, she brushes the imaginary dirt off of her pants and turns to face the vampire. About to open her mouth to speak, that's when the gunshot fires off, undetected by the assassin and even the vampire.

Cursing violently, the shot narrowly misses the assassin as she barrels towards the vampire, snatching his wrist and dragging him to the nearby steel garbage can. Throwing herself in between the wall and the container, leaving enough room for the vampire, she notes somewhere in the back of her mind that the man could take care of himself but she wasn't about to take that chance. Plus, it wouldn't be a bad thing to have someone guarding her back. Ruffling through her suit, she draws a grenade from her pocket and removes the safety pin.

Of course, it wasn't a grenade to decimate the buildings around her, but simply a smoke screen to give her the advantage. Silently, she scans the rooftops in an attempt to tally the gunman, but they are well hidden and no other gunshots have been fired off. Sucking on a tooth she finally turns to the vampire, "Want to have some fun?" she grins dangerously at him, a treacherous glee dancing in those icy eyes.

Vhalla Solarn

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