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 (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
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
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

Piper Aldersley

this is the moment you've all been waiting for

Posted on February 10, 2021 by Sylvester Veres

There was no parking. There was never any parking on this street. Even in a pandemic. Sly sighed softly as he looped that block for what had to be the third time. He was just going to have to park as close as he could and walk. The warlock glanced down toward the semi-crumpled piece of paper he'd tossed onto the passenger seat that he'd scrawled the address onto an hour earlier. That store should be right around here. Somewhere. The sudden sound of a car horn drew his gaze upward once more. Sly hurriedly swerved back into his own lane- that van having managed to drift while he was distracted. The repeated hand gesture of the other driver gave away exactly what he thought of Sly's momentary lapse.

"Jesus, calm down."

Those words were muttered into the rear view mirror as the other driver finally disappeared around a corner. Sly's head shook lightly. No one had gotten hurt. He'd only momentarily driven on the wrong side of the road and really, at these minimal speeds, they'd have been lucky if even an air bag would have gone off. The young warlock, piloted the vehicle into the nearest alleyway before putting on the break. It wasn't exactly an ideal parking location. That store was a good half a block away and yet he was hardly going to get any closer. This was going to have to be it. Sly swung down from the driver's seat, snatching his baseball cap with that company logo from the dashboard before pulling it onto his head in a truly mild effort to tame his blond hair that seemed to rebel agianst almost any true brushing efforts. His grandmother would have murdered him if she'd seen him walking around with what she called 'permenenat bed-hair'. Sly strode along to the side of that van before sliding the door open and reaching for the boxes listed to be delivered. Two of those boxes were fairly small but one of them was pretty damn large- and heavy. Great. Maybe he could balance the two smaller ones on top of the larger one- save himself a second trip. Sly moved to wrap his arms around that cumbersome larger box, it was heavier then he'd anticipated and yet he was sure he could make it half a block. He kicked the van door closed with the heel of his shoe before beginning to head up the sidewalk. He could barely see around that damn box. Hopefully there weren't any people coming. The decidedly distracted warlock began to shuffle down the street, his head peered around from behind those boxes on occasion in some vague effort to make sure he was still going the right way and hadn't wandered into the middle of the street. God he hated this job. Delivering supplies was worse than Uber Eats. It might have even been worse than his job at the Walmart, or even the dog walking gig. Maybe one day he'd manage to get a single job that paid enough that he wouldn't need all the others. Maybe one day that street magic would actually take off. He was good at it, he knew it, but breaking out in a town full of supernatural creatures wasn't exactly great for business. People in this city had seen it all before- or they could do it themselves. To be something new, to be different, to be inventive was...hard- and it wasn't exactly helping him pay the bills- or for that medication.

Sly shook those more disparaging thoughts away as he finally made it to the store he was looking for. A bookstore, really? Did people even still read books in this day and age? Maybe it was becoming a kitsch thing to do. The warlock precariously balanced those boxes in one hand as he fumbled for the door handle. His fingers caught it several times before managing to grasp it enough to push it down and swing open the door. Sly reached to steady those boxes as he all but stumbled inside. It was far warmer in here. He'd seen the desk somewhere over to the right. The warlock continued to stumble for several steps before, finally, managing to set those boxes down on the the counter, his blond head at last appearing around the boxes to eye the petite blonde girl whom had been charged with guarding the books for the day- or so he presumed.

"Hey, I have your-..."

The sudden sound of rain prompted the warlock to pause as his blue gaze shifted to eye the torrential downpour that had just begun outside. Fuck. His eyes near instantly narrowed in clear disdain of that weather. Rain had never...agreed with him. Never. Even as a child. That wetness seemed to soak him to the bone every time. His own affinity so often...faltered in that deluge. Everything about it was utterly and ridiculously horrifying. That walk back to the van suddenly seemed a lot further and a lot more sodden. He was going to have to find a reason to stay inside until the storm passed and yet if that sign on the door was anything to go by this place was due to close in less then a half hour. . His gaze shifted hurriedly back to the expectant young woman- Sly only seeming to remember in that moment that he'd left his sentence hanging mid-air.

"I have your order."

Those boxes were pushed towards the young woman. That large one seemed too near tower over her when given the added height of the counter it rested on. Great. He could use that.

"Do you need help unpacking? It's not normally part of our services but that box is pretty big."

His gaze shifted to that rain once more in clar disdain before glancing back to the girl behind the counter. Sly, this time, flashing her a ready grin. Anything to distract her from that nearing closing time.

"What did you order that takes up such a big box anyway? If you don't mind me asking."