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

Poisonous, Contagious

Posted on June 20, 2022 by Braxton Redfield

Attentively he listened to Mor's words creating a picture in his own head. Except in this instance, picture was another word for film; One scene being played out like he was about to write a whole manuscript or something akin.. Nevertheless, Mor was suddenly garrulous at this very moment. She was certainly something. But she had made a few good points. For all he had known this was just a whole plot to get the Fae captured and drain him of his life. Afterall, Fae Blood was something highly sought after.But this did raise the question in his mind.
What if this was a setup up for something even more? Bah. No time for that.
Risk was part of this job, and he knew damn well the potential consequences upon aiding, or even accompanying on this grand endeavor.

"I'll address the other part later; What you have perplexed me with is this little tidbit about this situation. No, I couldn't possibly know whose shape you've chosen to have taken. For all I know you're a relative of the human. A contact or partner. Or, dare I say, someone that struck a deal and you have status in the Vampire world?"
He was prodding a bit, but Braxton wasn't stupid. But he was still cautious, now more than ever in truth.
Granted he had placed some trust in Morgan but he was still ready to stay at arms length at all times. The dark haired Fae continued scanning the room in its entirety. Yet the more he thought about it, the more that he started to really try to process things.

But he spaced on the fact, he was on the clock. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a very fancy looking tool kit. Braxton quickly moved across the foyer and darted his eyes about. He couldn't remember the last time he had to find a safe, or something extremely valuable. The Brit refused to even sweat or show any signs that he was gonna crack under pressure.
Guess his first guess would be to go a bit further down the area.
"A safe might be in the room... But... I also have a feeling..."
Braxton moved swiftly and saw a study area. Several bookshelves lined the walls and there was a desk and a chair with a nightstand and a library lamp.

"Well... The most cliche of areas but I'll venture."
Slowly he started moving through the room, slipping a glove on and dragging his hand across several books. Looking, feeling out for something.
"... Must have something here... Surely this sod isn't that much of a git."

- Braxton Redfield -
What's Wrong With Being Confident?