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 appears to be little more than an abandoned cargo ship. 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
Manager Raven 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
Vampires Cobain Dalca
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

RAVEN, something wicked this way comes


Posted on April 14, 2019 by serafina dubois
West


The door to the back of her workshop slammed with a thud behind her, the young witch momentarily leaned against it as she blew a stray lock of hair from her feminine features. Her usually put together appearance was all but disheveled and yet, at the present moment, she hardly seemed particularly perturbed by it. Rather, Serafina's stormy eyes shifted downwards towards her wrists, the girl merely circling them in some effort to stretch them despite the angry red marks upon her porcelain flesh. A muffled thud echoed in the room behind her, prompting a scowl on her features as she paused, her muscles tensing as she slid open the door just enough to glance inside. The strangled sound of a baritone voice only caused her lips to press together as she roughly closed the door all over again. Everything was okay. She...sort of had things handled. Serafina was altogether quick to move down those currently empty aisles, the girl flicking the sign upon her front door to 'closed' as she twisted that lock on the handle. The last thing she needed, right now, was someone walking in on this very mess. 'Oh dear, oh dear, what to do, what to do.' The voice of the elderly woman who taken up that sentry position in her front window only furthered that frown upon her features as the ghost so wrung a handkerchief within her hands. Frankly, Serafina hadn't even noticed the woman had one to begin with, prior to now. "I....I don't know." She admitted, her stormy gaze cast towards that now ominous door. "But....I'll figure it out." There was a sort of confidence to her voice, the likes of which so hailed back to those days upon the street when she had been forced to do...unsavory things just to survive another night.

Serafina made her way towards the counter of her store, pulling out her purse from under the counter. Purposefully, she dug around in her bag till she withdrew that jet black cellphone. She placed it upon the counter, her finger easily entering the pattern to unlock it as she navigated towards her contact list. Her eyebrows pinched together in an intense contemplation, that choice before her an altogether imperative one. Azrael was, naturally, first on her list and yet, she suspected he would hardly be as pleased about what she had done. Brennan - he was an option. The man was unlikely to judge her for her choice and equally as likely to assist her...and yet there was that whole demon thing following him around and...if Azrael found out she ran to Brennan in her time of need, much less what their relationship had once been, it was unlikely that he would be pleased with that choice either. A soft sigh left her lips as she scrolled down her list of contacts even further, only to pause upon the name of the familiar herself. Hm. Raven. The young woman had just returned home from her honeymoon and she had little doubt the girl would be nothing short of critical of Serafina. Hell, the young witch could almost already hear the lupine's voice in her head lecturing her.....and yet, Raven had helped with her mentor, even if the two never spoke of it again. It was a long shot and yet, at the moment, it was the best Serafina had.

Her fingers moved quickly across her phone, that text altogether short and sweet - 'I need your help. Come to the store.' She hadn't exactly explained what she needed help with, or why....or even when. Long-winded text messages had never been much of Serafina's thing, after all. A soft sigh left her lips as she turned off the screen of her phone, her gaze turned briefly towards the shelves behind the counter - shelves filled with magical books meant to be sold to her patrons and yet, today, perhaps they would be a research method of her own. It was a Plan B in case Raven was not able to do what she hoped the girl would.

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