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

An Unlikely Duo


Posted on July 30, 2018 by Gideon Reynard
West
None Of It Has Ever Satisfied My Soul

Sera. What a quant name. It spoke volumes just by itself. In the old days, a name like that would of been spoken about all over the town. Just thinking about that reminded him of simple times when he was living in that quiet little town in Greece.
All the gold in the world, and people shuddering at the very mention of the Reynard name.
But of course in this day and age, such a thing doesn't happen. As predicted, he got that strange look from Sera. Perhaps she was not used to someone with such a carefree and borderline reckless attitude. Afterall, being an assassin meant you had to be gutsy, and have a silver tongue if required.


But he would briefly chuckle at Sera's much delightful questions; Even her saying "Kingslayer" was quite amusing to him.
Guess if this inquisitive mind wished to have more knowledge, who was he to deny them.
"1457; Last time I had the opportunity to assassinate a high profile Emperor. He was a tyrant, and he leeched off the poor, and he abused his wealthy subordinates. He was to make an appearance at a nearby kingdom on the border of Greece.
Sadly I botched the one attempt, and I was caught... Sentenced to execution swiftly.
Except they didn't mention that my execution would involve sacrificial rituals and a bonfire."
The Greek would explain to the maiden next to him, as he would kick a rock from under his book that annoyed him and how he was walking.
"Long story short; I'm 560 year old Fae with probably no Kings to kill since we eliminated the Monarchy system in our world. Plus I wouldn't want a repeat execution because my greed got the best of me."


He hoped that she understood all that, as the two seemed to have made it to the warehouse that she had described earlier. This place must be ripe with goods and money. And the idea was tempting to come back. But again; Greed was something Gideon needed to keep under control. His cloaking ability would only allow him to go so far.
The sound of keys jangling together was a welcome one, as Sera opened the door and showed herself in. Gideon followed behind and looked around.
Definitely had a smell to it. That smell of dust and boxes; Enough to make someone feel nostalgic or just have allergic reactions.
Gideon watched Sera and saw the crate she was pointing at. Didn't seem too difficult of a task, especially since Gideon had to hooks and a chain he could apply safely to sides without damaging the precious cargo.
Which he set to work to, as he would place the hooks cockeyed in the same direction, then applied the chain. With swiftness and a little resistance, he lifted the crate and slung it behind him, turning to Sera with a chuckle.
"Ingenuity often overcomes muscles."




The King Slayer Reynard
♥ dante

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