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

something wicked this way comes


Posted on June 14, 2019 by serafina dubois
West


Her stormy eyes darted over the shelves behind the glasses cases, several bottles of specific herbs chosen for their properties to produce...frank responses when blended ever just so with the right concoction. Although Serafina had been well aware of that sharp mental tug in her mind nearly ten minutes prior (a method of communication she all but abhorred), the young witch always had a tendency to rely upon a Plan B. She was never one to truly place her whole trust in any single soul except for herself. Her whole life, after all, had been a series of let downs as people fluttered in and out of the once-homeless girl's existence. A muffled thud from the back room caused her gaze to dart towards the door, that frown ever present upon her features and yet, she hardly made a move to check upon the back room - not quite yet. Not without proper preparation. Serafina moved effortlessly towards her own shelves, plucking an ebony mortar and pestle from her own wares. Frankly, Serafina disliked digging into her own product for such needs but desperate times called for desperate measures and her own tools were tucked away in that very room the now series of thuds and muffled sounds originated from. She unscrewed the jar for the first bottle of herbs, her hand reaching in to gather a small amount with the elderly woman's voice drew her stormy gaze sharply upwards.

'Oh, oh, someone's coming. They're getting closer!'. That fretting within her tone caused Serafina's eyebrows to furrow ever so slightly. "What's she look like?" She inquired, hardly hesitating in her own work, her voice soft in an effort to ensure no one outside the store heard her, all the while certain the ghastly figure she spoke to would catch her sharp tone. ' Oh, um, um, brown curly hair? She's pulling something out of her wallet!'. A soft breath left Serafina's lips, the girl already prepared for the sound of the key hitting the lock. "That's Raven. You can relax." She informed her Spector as she screwed the lid of her herb jar back on, the woman reaching for another just as her wolf familiar stepped into the shop. Serafina hardly bothered to glance up as she continued to swiftly dump herb after herb into the stone mortar in front of her, the witch deviating from her work only at the almost playful sound of Raven's voice. A scowl crossed the young witches' features, the girl hardly amused by the very amount of 'trouble' that so seemed to find her. It was trouble that she truly had very little interest within the first place. "You say that like I go looking for it." She commented with a grumble in her soprano lyrics as the girl picked up the heavy pestle, the young woman entirely dedicated to the potion she was crafting right in front of her companion. Briefly, the young witch nodded towards the door that led to the back of her workshop, those muffled banging noises having begun anew now that Raven's voice could also be heard within the shop.

"I found him snooping around the shop. He was taking pictures of me with one of those super spiffy cameras with the big lenses? You know, the ones that are super expensive?" Serafina commented, already giving a hint to what lay inside her workroom - well, that was, what was strapped to a chair with a significant amount of duck tape and a piece of cloth shoved in his mouth. "He had hundreds of them, like...for days." She hardly understood why the man had been so interested within her, much less what he was doing with those photos and yet, Serafina had every intention to figure out as those herbs she smooshed released their juices. A quick wave of her hand brought just enough liquid into her mortar to make the peculiarly green liquid drinkable. Softly, those Latin words were muttered under her breath, the liquid twisting and contorting for a moment as it began to glow a near neon blue only to settle once again to that peculiar green hue. "I...think it's a truth potion...maybe, I was going off of memory." She commented with a small shrug as her gaze turned towards Raven. Well, she was having trouble man-handling him by herself - surely Raven would leave her alone with a stalker.

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