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

Lets talk payment

Posted on February 26, 2022 by Tipson Cavendar
- Tipson Cavendar -
i'm always just one jump ahead of the hitmen and one trick ahead of disaster

Tipson loved playing a variety of roles and grew up in these sorts of streets, slept in a number of alleys, and lived to tell the story. He'd never trust innocent in this area but then again he didn't trust anyone anywhere. Living life paranoid however would be terribly boring so Tipson just trusted in himself to get out of whatever sticky situation playing games landed him in. Everyone could be his friend until they weren't.

Looking towards the voice Tipson offered his best charismatic smile to the young lady. He didn't have any superpowers, he didn't even have any great fight training to keep his ass alive so he better be able to smile and talk well. "Tipsy," the young man offered back with a bob of his head in greeting.

Ah, this was just straight up about a job. "Oh sure, I can find all sorts of lost items. Even missing socks." Was there anything in the world that went missing as much as a sock? "So, want me to find a sock or something else for you?" There was a part of Tipson that couldn't resist a job and more so when the pay would be good. The funny part on that is Tipson really didn't care about having lots of money, it was just the act of making it and proving he could handle any assignment. Sometimes Tipson wondered how the hell he was alive this long.

"I'd never dream of saying no to a pretty lady," a moment's pause as if that was the only reason he was doing it before adding, ", especially the ones who are rich enough to pay well." Hey, the help of idiots ready to risk stupidity for the sake of profit charged more. He'd prefer getting the assignments from a third party he knew but apparently, this woman had her own connections if she knew to come directly to him.

"So, how about we go to your place and you tell me all about this missing item of yours and how much you can afford to spend?" If he could get into her house he could get a better idea of how much she could afford or see if she had anything he wanted. Who knows? Maybe he'd get a bit of food or drink if she was a good hostess. Tipson still had his bag of weapons that were really meant for the black market and not a thing he wanted to haul around everywhere but he also didn't want a potential client to go find a competitor for a job. "I assume your place is close by?" Might as well make sure his assumption was correct. He wasn't about to take his bag of goods to certain areas of the city. Someone might get the wrong-right impression.