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

you were content to let me shine


Posted on January 17, 2017 by emerson navarro
West


Emmy had always been one who was ready to fight at a moment's notice. Her life had been hard and the streets had taught her to fight...and to fight well. While she wasn't one of those types who fought with everything that moved, she did fight when she felt threatened. So naturally, when the wolf came out of the shadows, Emmy's immediate reaction was to protect herself. Her hand was poised along the shaft of the knife, ready to pull it from its sheath and plunge it into the animal if she needed to.

But she hesitated, watching the wolf quietly. It wasn't often that one encountered a wolf that spoke. Her eyes rested on the beast, watching her sit much like a dog would. Her hand still touched the knife as he eyes looked over towards the sword. If the wolf attacked, she would not have enough time to grab the sword. So for now, her measly little knife was all the protection she had.

The words that entered her mind were calm and friendly, but they held a sense of business about them...like she needed to know the answer and that meant weather or not she was going to revoke her friendly posture. Emmerson had never really come into contact with too many weres before. Usually she surrounded herself with witches and occasionally a vampire or two. This place harbored all kinds of creatures that Emmy didn't quite understand.

Standing still, Emmy keeps her eyes locked on the wolf, as if waiting for her to attack so she had a reason to pull the knife from it's sheath. "Consider me a visitor passing through. I was unaware this was someone's territory." She didn't understand why someone would want to be in control of an abandoned warehouse, but she had seen crazier things.



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