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

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Posted on June 24, 2014 by Erik Tolgan
West


What an interesting situation I find myself in. A group of hunters managed to track me down last night and now they have me tied to a stake in the middle of a clearing in the forest just outside of town. They plan on celebrating as I burn in the sun. What they don't know is that they won't get the show they're looking for. I marely chuckle and shake my head, not even bothering to fight the restraints. They didn't even bother to tie me up with silver. Instead they used rope, of all things. I know I can get free at any time but I want to see their faces. I want to relish their shock when I don't die the Truth Death they so desperately seek.

I'm not even sure how they found me. I was hanging out in my hotel room when someone banged on my door. When I opened it, I was grabbed and a bag thrown over my head. I was so dumbfounded that I forgot to even struggle. Instead I let them throw me in the back of a car and drive me into the woods. I could smell the pine and wet dew from the rain earlier. I know the smell of the woods. When they finally took the bag off, they already had me tied to the stake and were laughing, taunting me about how they're going to watch me burn. I wanted to laugh in their faces but I help back, not wanting to give away the surprise.

I can feel the change in the air as the horizon turns to pink and purple. The hunters start cheering, sure that the fireworks are about to start. I merely grin, not even bothering to unsheath my fangs. A chuckle drips from my lips as I stare off toward the oncoming sun rise. Finally the first rays touch the ground and I can hear their joined intake of breath as they watch it travel up the hill toward where I'm tied. The moment it touches my feet, they start laughing and cheering again but I get to watch as slowly but surely, the color drains from their faces. They start looking at each other and stuttering questions about how I'm doing it. One guy tries to whisper that I must be a hybrid, part vampire, part warlock. I'm almost amused, almost.

Finally the one guy with the stake steps forward and now I do extend my fangs, a snarl escaping my throat, warning him to stay back. He takes that as his cue to smirk.

"If we can't kill you one way, we'll just find another, vamper."

I can't help but smile, fangs and all.

"I've always hated when that word is used."

I almost sound disappointed but then the hunter draws back and lunges and suddenly I'm out of the ropes I tore threw fifteen minutes ago and behind him, picking him up by the back of his head. The rest of the hunters back up and gasp in unison. They're all unarmed. Rookies. Holding the lone hunter up, I growl before throwing him across the clearing were he hits a tree and there's the audible snap of bone. He lies limp at the bottom of the tree as I turn my gaze on the others.

"Anyone else? Please...don't be shy."

I watch as they all scatter like the cock roaches they are, running in all different directions. Finally I retract my fangs, chuckling as I shake my head. I look around, taking in the pile of rope and the manmade stake. I can also see the lone body at the bottom of the tree from here. Should I pick it up? Hell no. Let someone find it. Maybe they'll learn better next time. Wiping my hands on my jeans, I start walking back toward town, savoring the morning sunlight on my skin.


Erik Tolgan
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