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

He Comes Alive At Midnight

Posted on December 29, 2021 by Braxton Redfield
Don't Believe Thy Majesty, They'll Eat You Alive

Dark eyes opened briefly as he took a long, and drawn out drag of his cigarette. He could see her in her entirety. Her voice was something unique, but he could catch the slight wind about her; Not her scent, but rather the energy she was giving off. Best to play it safe with this one. He wouldn't hear the end of it from Vitani if he got himself tangled up in a mess of sorts...
"Well, that depends on context naturally." He spoke with his English accent coming through greatly, but it of course was natural for the English Charm to come through his honeyed voice.
"I could be looking for trouble, or I could offer it. Depends on what said trouble is. If it involves my eyes becoming marbles then I must politely decline."
Another drag of his cigarette, and a few smoke rings later. He flicked some of the cherry off onto the concrete and then looked at the woman.

"Now if we're talking about trouble that we both can benefit from as far this evening goes-"
Another pause. He didn't want this woman to get the wrong ideas about what he was saying. He ruffled his brows in thought, his cigarette dangling between his lips.
"Well... Now that I think about it, perhaps that too is depending on context and nature. Humans form of trouble on a night like this tends to involve sex, drugs or alcohol; Both on occassion. Money. Then there's me, just wanting to see what I could do before I end up drawing the attention of someone that isn't of the human species. But I didn't expect it to be a vampire."
Braxton wasn't dumb. He heard all the news about the Fae being hunted by Vampires, and how many went missing and were practically in hiding at this rate, for fear of their lives being taken.
Another puff on his cigarette and he carefully disposed of the butt, and lit another one up; The flames lashing the paper and tobacco violently and the cherry at the end coming to life as he drew breath and inhaled the nicotine and tobacco.

"Now, how about this- We start with simple chit chat and maybe I accompany you and see what you do on an evening like this? The roles could be reversed here but I daresay my antics are not as fun. All I do is sit in a bar with a drink and look around and judge silly humans. And sometimes I meet fellow supernatural creatures and things are either tense or mysterious. And I can without a shadow of a doubt you are quite mysterious; Just like the woman I serve. Would almost say you're a mirror image."
He didn't mean this insultingly either. Vitani was known for being beautiful and quite mysterious. No one really knew much about her or her habits. Braxton knew some things, but it wasn't enough to scratch the surface.
"So... Introductions then-" He took a moment to puff on his smoke and carefully blow the smoke away, and offer a hand to the woman.
"Braxton Redfield, charmed."

Braxton Wayne Redfield
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