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• Carcosa
  • Kingsway (Nickname: Chalk Row)

Bits & Pieces

Required Minimum Level for Resources Haven: 1

Allies Available: Media, Research

Fiefs:

• Industrial Circle
  • Research
  • The trade of body parts and other unseemly goods for unethical medical research goes through this area of town and many individuals are knowledgeable, if a bit eccentric concerning things like this. Common body parts and cadavers can be located with ease here, requiring no downtime; specialty human and animal parts can be arranged for, but generally take longer to obtain and almost always are going to set back the Kindred some money (1d4 is rolled to see how many nights it will take to... "obtain" a "willing" donor).
• Sand Town
  • Media
  • Some of the more "out-there" local publications and radio stations have been run out of the safer places in the city, and have had to settle down in one of the worst locals in the city. Alternative Opinions and other sister stations, also sometimes known as "Those psycho guys on conspiracy radio" broadcast from eleven p.m. until five a.m. on the same frequency every evening. While the owners and their worker bees aren't necessarily personable, the one thing they are amazing at is keeping a pulse on the city. While holding this fief, Masquerade Heat checks may be done with +2 dice.

The Area

Just past the Hanover Wards is a small section of the city that has no official name. Technically, it’s part of the Wards and Chalk Row, but everyone knows it as Butcher’s Block. Initially, it gained it’s name because it hosted quite a few meat packaging plants and butcher shops, but as the demographics of the area changed, so did the meaning of the name.

Now, the Butchers are people, and the cattle are people too. The derelict buildings, uncut grasses and general urban decay of the area lead to many, many hiding places. And hiding places can lead to lots and lots of trouble for those who are looking for it. It’s generally acknowledged that Butcher’s Block is a barrens, where only the bravest (or stupidest) go, and only because they have to. People looking for a quick thrill ride might make it once or twice, but fate and luck are never on a fool’s side for ever.

The grime and salt encrusted streets seem to always have a dingy film about them, as if just driving your car along them would sully it forever, and the oil slicks from some of the old, beaten and junker vehicles that line the potholed and lacerated roadways seem to always have a sinister sheen to them.

There are a few whiskey bars lining this stretch of areas, but only the true roughnecks of the city can make and pass it through here. Notably, this area is devoid of Asian and Black gangs, and has been for some time. White and Latino gangs rule this turf, and keep a very close eye on those who traverse through it on a nightly basis.

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