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

Trouble with a capital T


Posted on February 23, 2023 by Braxton Redfield
West




To say that the Fae had expected such a find in this envelope. Photographs...And a key on the outside of it...He certainly wasn't thrown off or perplexed by this. But something just didn't sit right in his mind with this. But why even question this? This was clearly an advantage in whatever situation was unfurling.
"Well Braxton, what on Earth did you uncover this time?" He said aloud to himself while he observed Morgan empty the contents. Even he was squinting at the pictures just trying to really understand what he was looking at, but it was definitely as Morgan asked. Did these look like photos someone would take just because, or for the reason of loving their hobby of photography, or their job? Hell no they didn't. These were taken by someone who had a motive of some kind. From looking at the photos, research was needed.

Carefully handling the photos would the Fae tuck them back into the envelope from which they were removed. Handling their container even more delicately as to not bend the photos.
"We certainly stumbled on something..I like where we're going. But just what is the destination we are heading to..." Braxton thought out loud as he turned to Morgan and caught wind of her words and actions. He too heard the sound of keys jingling and locks making noise.
"Damn it. Now of all bloody times? Sod it all." He cursed under his breath, as he did his best to cover up the trail and evidence that someone was here. What really got him was the fact Morgan had an original plan, but she went against it and it caught Braxton off guard. But who was he to complain about?

"I am absolutely not taking chances. We can take risks another time. I'm not about to find out who we're working with until we have to." Braxton said with purpose as he looked around with haste. What would he grab? What caught his eye and what would help him? Ah. Under the desk he looked and there was a thick envelope hiding under the frame. Had to be money, but he swiped it hastily and tucked it in his coat then turned to Morgan.
"Make haste!" He said to her ready to go.

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


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