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.

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


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

Brennan O'connell

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Posted on May 29, 2021 by Ashling O'Malley

The darkness pressed close, cloaking her all in an all too familiar embrace as her heels clicked against the sidewalk. The lights above her flickered, pulsing like a too fast heartbeat as they lit a mismatched trail for her. The closer she got to her destination, the lower the lights went until she was left only in a bubble of light near a metal door. A faint thumping sound was coming from the door, the contents only known to those who knew where to look. Thankfully, she knew. Out of the darkness, to the right of the door, a man materialized, almost as if he were part of the shadows themselves.

"Brannagh, you're late tonight," he grumbles, but it's good natured -- he didn't check the ID that she had stashed in her clutch, he knew better to ask because he didn't want to know. She had been visiting for quite a few weeks now, on the busier of the nights and she suspected he just wanted to feign ignorance. Sometimes, that was better than knowing the truth. She only shrugs at him, her brilliant red lips parting in a bare of a smile, a quick, fleeting flash of teeth before he's opening the door and letting her in.

The music trembled around her, vibrations that traveled from her head all the way down to the heels on her feet. For a moment, it almost seemed as if she wobbled from the pounding of the noise, but it was only a trick of the light. She weaves her way towards the back of the room, skirting around the edges where there were less people. There's a bubble of space ahead at the makeshift bar and she slides into the space with ease. Her clutch opens in her hands and she glances down into the contents, a photograph flickering in the dim light before she snaps it shut. She leans against the bar, an elbow propped on the dingy wood as she calls for a drink over the noise with a raise of a finger. The bartenders know already. Whiskey, on the rocks, a double. Painted fingers wrap around the lowball glass, one nail tapping against the glass to a rhythm only she knew.

Eyes like a summer morning sparkle in the light as they scan the bar around her. Click, click, click, clic--, there's a stumble as she bumps into someone. Her drink spills, artfully so, back onto her and trickling down the plunging neckline of the black dress she wore and splattering against youthful, milky skin. "Miss, miss--I am so sorry let me help you--" it's the man's frantic words, whispered into her ear as his hand lifts to try and wipe the liquor from her chest. His fingers linger on each pass until she catches his hand in hers, "Why don't you just buy me another drink instead? I'll be waiting just over there--" Her voice carries the lilt of her father and mother both as her hand lifts to gesture across the room towards where some seats are. When the man is distracted she steps swiftly behind another to avoid him.

The lights suddenly flash three times even as she is attempting to gain her bearings, her hand has slipped back into her clutch, seeming to place an object within. The music lowers as a voice comes over the speakers about their special event tonight. A ring appears on the ground, as everyone shuffles off to the side, silver flashes in the dull light and a man enters the ring -- he's burly, large enough to be some form of a supernatural being. After all she was here, right?

"Tonight, ladies and gentlemen -- we have our special night -- for those of you who don't know, this is an 'anything goes' fight, the winner takes home the grand prize. The first to step into the ring must fight, rules are rules."

She doesn't see the hand or hands that push her into the ring. All she feels is heel of her shoe strike metal as she stumbles forward and crosses the line.