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

Carolina Bedford

this is the moment you've all been waiting for

Posted on November 08, 2021 by Sylvester Veres

He had heard of the Ark before, who hadn't? It was hard to miss the giant, luxury liner that took pride of place upon the West side harbour. Hearing of that Ark though, and getting a look inside, were two distinctly different things. Sly easily pulled that van into park alongside the docks and out the front of that hulking ship. His hand reached forward, cutting the engine, the van's disgruntled rumbling ceasing as Sly glanced forward to eye that boat once more. Hmmm. It was pretty impressive, he supposed. Still, did the owner really make that much money from fights to be able to afford this? Maybe it was a waste of his time to wonder what the hell people did with their money when he struggled to keep his own in the bank longer than a week or two. Food, rent, bills.....it chewed an inevitable hole in his account month after month. Maybe one day he'd have that sort of money. The kind that let him buy ridiculously large boats. The kind that meant he wouldn't have to deliver well....this. Sly's features frowned ever so slightly as he slid from the driver's seat. His well-worn sneakers landed lightly on the dock as he strode to the rear of the van only to haul those back doors open and eye the several large, cumbersome, oddly shaped boxes within. Getting those boxes into the ark would be his first challenge. Putting together the jigsaw puzzle that was the desk they contained was going to be another matter entirely and yet- his boss had been insistent that whoever had ordered that piece wanted it put together. Hell, they'd even paid extra for it. Wouldn't that be nice. To be able to pay other people to do your flat packs. Then again, Sly was certain he was never going to see that money himself. Jerry might toss him a few extra dollars if he was lucky- and he made it to his next delivery on time. A veritable impossibility with the size of the job in front him.

It was with that notion of his impending defeat that Sly moved to step toward what he could only presume was the Ark's entrance, clipboard in hand. The company baseball cap was unfolded from his back pocket to be pressed down atop his head as best as he could force that rumpled fabric material to resemble a hat that hadn't been folded and sat on for the better part of an hour on the drive over. His thoroughly tousled blonde hair poked out at the edges all the same as his fist pounded on that steel door. He'd gone three years in this job without delivering to a boat and this was the second one he'd had this month. Maybe boats were a trend. The sound of footsteps from inside heralded the arrival of someone, that side door suddenly pulling back to reveal a distinctly tall, shaggy haired individual with dark eyes. If the man had possessed any kind of facial hair he'd have passed for a sort of...scruffy Jesus.

"Hey Mate, I've got the desk you or your boss ordered. If you could open up those main doors I can probably get it through, then you just need to show me where you want it and sign this for me."

Sly moved to thrust that clipboard toward the lanky individual who seemed content to stare at him. Without blinking. Alright then. Sly's features frowned ever so slightly, the man making an effort to ignore his unusual companion before offering him the pen. The last thing he had anticipated was for that lanky boy to scowl at the pen as if Sly had offered him a dead fish. I can.....not....write. It seemed as if he could barely talk either and yet Sly, for now, refused to allow that thought to press any further then the confines of his mind.

"Ummmm....alright. Well do you know-"
"Do not care....about desk."
"Yeah I'm not thrilled about it either but you paid for it so what you do with it after I get it inside is up to you, I really just need to get it in, okay?"

The man's scowl only seemed to deepen all the more, several unintelligible words falling from his lips before he whirled around, only to storm back into the Ark, leaving that door ajar in his wake as Sly's blue gaze merely watched him disappear within. Was he supposed to follow?

"This is how people get sacrified to fucking demons by lunatics."

Those very words were muttered to the warlock himself as he dared to lean a little further into that boat. It was nothing short of lavish inside, those fighting rings taking center stage in that impossibly vast lower floor. It was only the sound of someone else coming that drew his attention. A slender, pretty blonde woman strode towards him then. Her hazel gaze meeting his own as she reached him. Sly glanced down at the clipboard in his hand once more. He had been told someone named 'Carolina' was going to meet him. Christ he hoped this was her.


He could hardly prevent that near desperate hope from finding his voice. If that man from before turned out to be 'Carolina' there was no hope for any of them.

"I'm from Temple and Webster, someone from here ordered a desk? I was told you're expecting me."

Sly paused to gesture back towards that delivery van, the company logo matching the one upon his rumpled hat. Somewhere, from within the deaths of that ark, he was near certain he could hear the man from before shouting about...something. His voice dropped ever so slightly, loud enough for the young woman in front of him to hear alone.

"Hey, that guy from before, the one who answered the door. Tall, shaggy hair, had no shoes. That's not your boss is it?"