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 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
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

better than i used to be


Posted on November 05, 2019 by Alexis Wilde
West


She didn't really understand exactly what they were looking for but the matter that it was important to Tetradore was enough to make it important to her. She wanted to help him out however she could and it felt good to be useful. When they reappeared in the warehouse, she cleared her throat awkwardly as she stepped back from Tetradore. It's not like she'd been pressed to the chest of many men in her lifetime. Luckily Tetradore didn't even seem to notice, turning quickly to the task of getting out crowbars for them to pry the crates open with. She took it gratefully, though she was a little puzzled as to how it worked. She wasted no time in watching Tetradore pry up the wood on the first crate just to see how it was done before she nodded to herself and quickly went to work on another crate nearby. She wasn't as methodical as Tetradore, picking random crates to open, ones that gave her a "hunch."

Maybe it wasn't the best way to go about things but since there seemed to be a lot of crates in here, she didn't figure it made much of a difference. She was sure Tetradore was feeling the pressure as they opened one crate after another with no luck. About the time she was feeling a little hopeless about this whole thing, she saw the box hidden in the corner and made a noise to alert Tetradore. He was at her side in no time, reaching in to get the box and open the clasp. She raised a brow in curiosity, eying the coins he looked so thrilled to see with apprehension. She didn't know what was so great about them but she was just glad to have helped out. Then as he turned to her and asked if she smelled something, she sniffed the air and immediately her blood ran cold. Smoke.

She was still deathly afraid of fire. Her heart started thumping and she felt herself tense and freeze as she met his gaze, her own wide in shock. "Fire." She whispered the words in a quaking voice, suddenly feeling very much helpless and frantic. Her eyes searched the warehouse, suddenly desperate for escape. She looked toward the only door she knew and ran toward it, yelping as she reached for the handle. "Ow, it's hot." She knew what that meant. The fire was on the outside of the building, probably all around them. She stepped back as black smoke billowed in from underneath the door. As she touched the wall beside her, air hissed through her teeth as she jerked it back. Yep, it was hot too. Someone had torched the warehouse from the outside. What was their luck that it was pure coincidence? She looked back at Tetradore, her breathing almost in pants at this stage as panic threatened. "What do we do?"

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