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

Bjorn Larsen

Why I hate vampires

Posted on February 22, 2022 by Tipson Cavendar
Tipson was dressed to fit the part in tonight's bit of fun. A fat ship loaded with plenty of goods that were bound to help make Tipson a nice pot of cash at the black market and even more, the prestige that came with a good score. Sure, it wasn't something most people in the city would know about but, the fences and some personal street friends would hear about the latest goods he'd have to sell.

The ship wasn't only fat but also fancy-looking. This wasn't some trolly that brought home a new stack of fish or a bunch of cattle. Tipson was confident in more refined items would be in that hold. Dressed in a thick jacket, with a sleeveless neon yellow jacket over that to mark him as a member of the docks. Fat boots, thick socks, and Tipson imagined he looked the part well enough.

They had started unloading the boxes late afternoon and were still at it now that it was nighttime. Doing this at night had Tipson cautiously observant on others that were working but as far as he could tell at least they were all human. This was the best way of stealing sometimes. Taking one of the boxes down to sit beside the others he paused to work at popping open a different box he had placed there earlier.

He'd worked on it a few other trips back and forth, hesitant to spend too much time at it but this time he finally got the lid loose and creaked open the top enough to look in. Packing material along with blankets were carefully wrapped around plenty of bigger objects that weren't suited for stealing subtly in a pocket. Bad luck.

Tipson repeated a few more trips back and forth hauling out boxes and working on opening a different one. This time he faired better with what looked to be smaller sealed black boxes. No time to look at the goodies but he stuffed one in his pocket and was about to grab another when he spotted shadows along the wooden dock coming up behind him. Uhoh?

Tipson turned his head to give an irritated look at those coming up behind him. Normally he'd aim for a charming smile but tonight he was a tired dockworker and dockworkers don't smile when interrupted. "What?" Ah shoot. Pale flesh with cold eyes that showed disdain for him.

"I believe that is mine," The tall vampire stated as he pointed to the box in hand. Accusation was certainly clear in the words.

"Look, damn box broke open. It's going back in. Lot's of stuff on the ship still coming out. Plenty of black boxes too. How do you know this ones yours?" Tipson noticed the guy was finally dressed in a suite that spoke of more money than he had ever seen. Was there blood on the collar though?

"I know what's mine," the vampire whispered vehnemently. His hand moved fast as a snake to latch onto Tipson's throat.

Yup. He hated these freaks and he was in trouble. Couldn't they wait for deliveries look normal people? What was so special he came down to the docks before it was ready to go? "Sorry friend." It wasn't hard to act scared, hell Tipson's heart was doing a great job of racing to prove it. "Look, its yours." Tipson offered out the box, brow raised when the vampire swatted away the box of whatever he'd been so damn protective of.

"I'm going to teach you about messing with things that don't belong to you, thief." The hand started to constrict, Tipson's eyes widening as he thought of how the hell to get out of this. He could go for his knife but what good would that do against this guy? Last ditch option there! He might be getting to that!

Tipson choked out, "I'm no thief," trying to sound insulted even as he tried to grab another mouthful of air into his lungs. Shit.