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

Kindness is my angle

Posted on February 26, 2022 by Bjorn Larsen
Bjørn Larsen
I know just what you're running from

Bjørn shares about the box and why the vampires had been there and Tipson is quick to point out that there more boxes back in the creates. Raising an eyebrow, the hunter simply gives a small dip of his head and says, "The cleanup crew will handle those as well as the mess I left behind." In short order, the rest of the black boxes will be taken in, logged, tagged, and poured over until the puzzle of what the vampires were up to is solved. However, they will find that there will be one box missing. Bjørn will then have to explain that he promised it to someone, his word more important than any paper pushes anger. If it is of any really significance, then the hunter will ask Tipsy, politely, if he can borrow it. Maybe. Hopefully the kid can keep it and Bjørn will be left alone.

As the duo make the uneventful trip to Bjørn's car, the hunter makes sure to keep alert... just in case. Once there, the hunter opens the door for Tipson and then turns around to state his rules. Carefully, the hunter watches the kid's face, reading Tip's minute facial twitches. Most people cannot read the unspoken signs faces give away. However, the hunter knows these secrets. Even if the person is a skilled actor and is practiced at putting on masks, certain areas can twitch without there knowing. Bjørn has lived a lifetime and, one thing he had taught himself during that time, was how to read those tells. The way the muscles on Tipsy's right cheek twitch and jump speak of the uncertainty Tip feels about agreeing to the rules. The grin that the kid throws on to try and charm the hunter does not fool Bjørn but he plays along. Giving a firm nod, the man steps away as the door as Tipson slides into the passenger's seat.

Bjørn walks around to the driver's side door, casting a glace back toward where they had come from. The cleaning crew would be there soon and any trace of the vampires and their cargo would be gone within an hour. With that, Bjørn opens the door while unbuckling his scabbard and pulling it from his back. As he slides into the drives seat, the hunter places his trusty sword by his left leg and, when the door closes, the hilt is propped up for easy access. Putting the key into the ignition, Bjørn turns it over and the car rumbles to life. Tipson's roaming eyes do not go unnoticed by the hunter and, as he throws the car into gear, he rumbles out, "Meet your expectations?" His voice is dry as the hunter makes a poor attempt at humor.

The car is spotless, no trash or coins anywhere to be seen. It is immaculately clean, the dash sparkling under the street lights as they pass, the windows bare no smudges either. Bjørn prides himself on keeping things clean and in order, his townhouse is in the same state. There are no personal items in either, just functional things used for their primary purpose. Sure, the hunter has amassed a moderate fortune over his unnaturally long life but he does not buy flashy things. It's just... not him. Instead, Bjørn gives his money to those in need. Homeless people and animals have more of his money then he has ever spent on himself. Tipsy speaks of opening the box and Bjørn shakes his head with a grin. His voice rumbles out, as the hunter says, "Think of me as a holding space. As long as the box is my pocket nothing will happen to it. The moment I hand it to you, you can do whatever you want. Until then, it stays in the pocket."

When they finally make it back to the road, Bjørn points the car toward the outskirts of the city, opting for a smaller, quieter place for a doctor to inspect Tipsy. Once they are moving toward their destination, Bjørn says, "So, what story do you want to use?" This is another small test of the thief, the hunter already knows what he will say when they arrive. Bjørn just wants to know what Tipson usually does in these types of situations. Hopefully, it will give him another small glimpse into who and what Tipsy is.

"Bjørn speaks"