West

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
Syn

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

Syn

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

Running with the Devil


Posted on October 10, 2022 by Braxton Redfield
West





Great. Knowing he was far off and completely missing the mark was reassuring for him in this sense of things, and may have even busted his pride just a bit. Not the first time that's happened to the Brit. But the vampire was definitely playing a good game. One he didn't expect to be a part of at all. Yet here the Fae was at this very moment. A bit frazzled being put on the spot like this.And not that ticking that Morgan was mentioning started to pop into his head now. That sickening rhythm just seemed endless now. He watched the Vampire slink around, and it made it very obvious she seemed to know this house's layout. Perhaps too well.
"This feels like...No. Could it possibly be a set up of some sort?"
The thought rolled around in his head. Now he was even more cautious than ever.

This situation that he got himself entwined in suddenly was making him sweat, and his pulse kicked into next gear. There was no point in him even attempting to hide his anxiety.
Vampires had been known to have the most acute sense with these things. Especially anything that involved your beating heart and blood.
"Well... Mor. Tell you what. I'm a touch desperate about this situation. Yes, it's a fabulous book you have there. But I'm rather confused."
The Fae would say as he started glossing over everything around him. Nothing just seemed to stick out, and the Vampire's words just seemed to bounce off of the walls of his mind; Like a ping pong ball. Damn, even the sound was there. Ugh.
"So tell you what. Throw me a bone here. We're working on a ticking clock and I'd rather not be caught between the home owners and a potentially dangerous situation. Especially given my nature of being."

He was just stating the obvious at that point. Dumb plonker. He was still posed and composed somehow amidst all this pressure and chaos laid upon his table. Is this what it was like to beg?
"So where would you start? Upstairs? Basement? Downstairs room? I'll take anything. Just give me some bloody help here, Mor! Where is the thing we seek?"
It was like he was starting to crack. Maybe this is what she wanted all along. This felt more and more like a trap. But he wouldn't back down. He came too far to run away now. Playing with fire was something he did best. Why stop now?
"Get it together, Braxton. You're better than this." He'd say to himself in his head, awaiting his next step of guidance.

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

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