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 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


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

takes me back to a better time

Posted on May 09, 2019 by Carolina Grace Bedford

Carolina Grace Bedford

It wasn't often that she was surprised, a benefit of their species being heightened senses and a general awareness of what was going on around them. On occasion, the untimely pop of her toaster or catching the movement of her cat out of her peripheral would make her heart skip a beat, but this was the last time in recent memory that someone had made her leap out of her own skin by sneaking up on her. Intentional or not. Perhaps that is what caused her reaction to be even more amplified from normal and letting slip a twang that was usually much more controlled. Southern roots ran deep, but enough time spent away from her home had faded it from her voice except on certain occasions when it slipped through, and those she might choose to use it for her own benefit. Still perhaps it was for the better as it seemed to instantly break the tension that might have been present in their first meeting since his begrudging acceptance of her employment months ago, setting them both perhaps a bit off balance.

She returned his mild smile with one of her own as he rolled his shoulders slightly good naturedly, calming as her heart beat began to slow steadily and she leaned against the bar. Perhaps he wasn't as intimidating as she remembered, but there was more behind those emerald pools she was sure. It didn't take more than a gesture from him to have her pulling the deliciously scented bag towards her, the promise of sweets irresistible to her, unable to resist commenting on the effectiveness of such bribery as she pulled one of the still warm morsels out. She already had a piece popped into her mouth as his soft sound of amusement, but her lips still curled upward at the fact that she had made him laugh at all. She nodded in agreement however, "Solving the world's problems, one chocolate chip at a time." Raising the remnants of that cookie in a mock toast before mentioning her only half-joking plan of sinking his safe into the bathtub. His plan was none the less effective. "Anchors are good too, I wouldn't even be fond of jumping in that water." Smiling she savored another bite of that cookie before he asked how things had been going, catching a glimpse of what she gathered to be a rare smile unable to keep herself from thinking he should wear one more often.

A part of her wondered if he took this much interest in everyone who worked as a bar hand, but she didn't mind at all; getting to know her employer couldn't be a bad thing. She was pleased to let him know that things seemed to have been going very well, at least from her perspective, and she was vastly thankful for the friendships she was beginning to form with her coworkers and for everything else it had afforded her. She chuckled at his commissary that his first week here was no picnic either, he didn't seem like the type to ever be flummoxed at anything and the thought was intriguing. "That sounds like a fun story, but looks like you've come quite a ways since then." One eyebrow raised inquisitively, she didn't know much about him, or how long it had taken but he was running the place now and that seemed like no mean feat.

While she was under no misguided notion regarding the perhaps morally gray fibers of what held this place together the people, at least the ones she had met so far, were more genuine that most she had known and it was something she appreciated more than she had expected. This prompted her unplanned expression of gratitude, though it was no less sincere despite being unexpected. Perhaps her admittance of just how much she appreciated it was a little out of place, a thought that concerned her briefly as the dark-haired man across from her seemed to fall silent for several moments. The soft music came back into focus around them as she studied the still waters of his face and wondered just how deep they ran. He seemed to reach some sort of conclusion regarding her and the entire situation as he reclined backward and accepted her gratitude. It felt like some weight had been lifted that made breathing around him a little easier now. His next question however settled more like a rock in her stomach.

Sighing quietly her eyes raised to the balcony overhead she ran a hand through the tousled curls that hung tied together at her neck before meeting his eyes once more, her long fingers drumming on the counters surface. How exactly did one tell their boss about the time they had tried to steal in their establishment? It seemed like another life. "It was, a necklace... or a talisman of some sort?" She motioned to the area around her neck as if he needed the indicator to understand what she was talking about. "It was a wolf figurine from the drawing I was shown, though it was Tobias who was wearing it that night." The memory of him so casually being willing to toss her off the top of the ship still audible in her mind. She met his gaze once more, unsure of exactly how to move forward and while she knew the deal she had made so long ago was with a dangerous person she couldn't help but feel the same about Aiden, kind as she expected he might be the reputation of the ark spoke to his dark contrasts as well.

long live the pioneers
rebels and mutineers