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

i ain't no fortunate son

Posted on June 19, 2019 by Darcy Blackjack

Darcy's fingers drummed agianst the polished wood of the table. The Southern man content to watch Randall lazily from the corner of his eyes as the hefty vampire saw about inviting the blond fellow to that upper floor as Darcy had requested. Whoever he was, he had the sense not to refuse and yet his pace was almost lackadaisical, slow, hardly keen in any sense- the way a cattle beast ambled toward a river in the heat of the afternoon. Hmm. Someone wasn't nearly so excited as he should have been to establish Darcy's undivided attention. Such a shame. A slight he was willing to ignore for the moment all the same. Darcy content enough instead to simply study him as he strode up those stairs and onto that upper platform that belonged to Darcy alone. The majority of those card tables had been cleaned off for the evening. That table Darcy lounged at the only one remaining with those cards still in place and what little remained of those drinks his competition had consumed as they steeped further and further into debt at Darcy's practiced games.

Gambling had always been his forte, after all, the man possessing no affinity for those cards but rather a simple, natural talent for mathematics. His Southern Drawl so often prompted the vast majority of his opponents to underestimate him, to believe him little more then some slack-jawed yokel Risque had pilfered from the dust and debris of some far off Ranch. Perhaps to some extent she had and yet- his mind was deceptively sharp. His ability for numbers near unmatched. Darcy having learned to count those cards before his thirteenth birthday. A talent he'd near honed over those centuries of life. Whether or not that card counting was considered cheating still up for debate. After all, such a crime left no proof. No one yet daring to accuse the vampire of that very thing. That money flowed in night after night. Darcy splitting those winnings between himself and his lover. Risque having come to rely on that constant flow of coin he was apt at producing. His fingers plucked a single card from that pile then, twisting it about within them. His strange, mismatched gaze lifting to Eric at last as he lent back within his chair.

"Dat girl who was flirtin' wit ya before- at da bar. I ain't seen her flirt wit no one in weeks. She got a good eye for da fellas. It's 'er talent, if ya will. I wanted ta git a look at ya."

That heavy southern accent laced his words as thickly as it always had. Darcy making little effort to hide to way his gaze appraised that man before him. The other vampire was tall, board, muscular, the very kind that would have made a hell of a bouncer and yet this one seemed too intelligent for that. How intriguing. It was almost a shame he was too...pretty. He might have been useful otherwise. Darcy so simply refusing to allow any potential male competition to exist within the walls of Syn. The rest of that male staff, outside of Darcy himself so tending to be distinctly...unfortunate looking. Else decidedly plain. Darcy having eliminated any other male vampire fortunate enough to possess the kind of features that might distract his lover from himself. His possessiveness over his Mistress a decidedly potent, violent thing. This one was far too pretty. He could hardly stay and yet perhaps he might still prove worth knowing for the evening.

" I ain't seen ya round 'ere before. Someone as tall as yar dun make ya 'ard ta spot neither. Where ya from?"

There was a genuine intrigue in that heedy drawl. Darcy's gaze lingering upon the other vampire all the same. That gaze far sharper and more...cunning than those words suggested and yet, for now at least, there was little about the other vampire Darcy found irritating in any sense. His gaze narrowing slightly in suspicion.

"Ya'll wouldn't be from Night Train would ya?"

We are rough men and used to rough ways.