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

something wicked this way comes

Posted on March 20, 2022 by serafina dubois

A soft yawn crossed the young girl's sweetheart lips as Serafina's arms stretched above her head. Her back curving ever so slightly with the gesture before a soft sigh left the kitten's lips. Her hand fell loosely at her side, the other one lightly gripped the strap of her crossbody bag across her chest. It was the perfect sort of day for a nap, as far as Serafina was concerned. The gray overcast skies and cool early spring temperatures provided just the right conditions to be ideal for cozying up with a nice cup of tea, a blanket, and some new spell book from her library in that nook by the bay window in her townhouse. Ah, the very idea was enough to prompt her to consider, for perhaps the third time today, if this little 'errand' was really necessary. It wasn't often, after all, that Serafina saw fit to deliver her goods herself. Really, she tried to avoid it as much as possible but this client insisted. It was enough to provoke a hint of weariness within the little witch, causing her to rely upon her silent affinities perhaps more than she usually would have.

"You're being followed, you know." The Italian lit was strong in her ear as the specter beside her glanced over his shoulder. His clothing was centuries old, though still in rather immaculate shape except for the single crimson blood splatter on his chest from where he had been stabbed in a war long lost to time.

"By one of his men?" She muttered softly, her voice a delicate whisper lest the people she passed on the sidewalk though she was speaking to them - or worse, to herself. The witch had learned early on that it was best not to appear to have full on conversations with beings that most couldn't see. It quickly labeled her as 'insane'...or the more culturally acceptable term - 'mentally ill'.

"Not unless his 'men' happen to be a giant dog." The once Italian Monarch retorted, those very words caused Serafina to glance over her shoulder, only to eye the creature in the distance, staring her down with a malevolence she hadn't exactly expected. That was...unusual.

A small frown crossed the girl's sweetheart lips before her attention turned back towards the sidewalk ahead of her. "Let me know if he gets any closer. We've arrived, anyway." She muttered as she paused in front of a small warehouse.

Her stormy gray tinged gaze traced the facade of the building, only to linger upon the numbers beside the door. This...was the right building and yet...something about it felt...off. Her grip upon her bag tightened as Serafina stepped inside the building, leaving the heavy metal door cracked open behind her. It would hardly help in a real battle but, sometimes every second counted. The very sound of the old metal hinges caused the group of men inside to snap to attention, though Serafina regarded them with a saccharine sweet smile. "Good afternoon, gentlemen." She spoke, her heeled boots hardly hesitating as she approached the man who seemed to be the head of the little organization - the very same one who had hired her personally.

"Do you have it?" He asked.

"Of course, do you have my money?" Her brow rose as she regarded him, only to watch as he gestured over another man holding a black duffle bag. The bag was zipped open just enough to show her the nice stack of bills that neatly lined the interior.

"Your turn."

That smile once again blossomed upon Serafina's features as she undid the snap upon her bag, only to reach inside and pull out a smaller black velveteen box. The witch placed it on the table between them, popping open the lid to reveal seven neatly lined vials each with an eerily luminescent blue liquid. He reached out to pick up one of the vials, only to eye it skeptically. "It'll take only five minutes to go into effect. If you mix it with wine...juice...really anything but water, it'll lose its coloring and be virtually tasteless." She informed him, entirely certain of her potion's efficiency.

"It will suffocate them, yeah?" He asked, and immediately Serafina nodded in return. "I'd like to test it."

"Sure, test it on whoever you want." She answered with a brief shrug, entirely not prepared for the handgun he pulled out of his waistband, only to point the cold metal towards her fair features.

"Good, drink it." A wicked grin spread across his features as his hand stretched out to hand the vial back to her, the stopper disappearing somewhere underfoot. Frankly, she hadn't even noticed him opening it.

Serafina's gaze narrowed as she glanced between vial, man, and gun. She had known something was wrong about this. Really, he must have thought he was so smart - getting her to make him a poison only with the intention of her drinking it herself. It was kind of intelligent, wrapped up all the loose ends...if it wasn't for the part where he vastly underestimated her.

"Do I get to come out to play now?" The man beside her inquired, his transparent hand shifted towards the hilt of the blade he carried on his waist as he eyed the gangster in front of her with an equally sadistic grin.

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