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    The East

    The east side of the city is often considered the heart of Sacrosanct. It's here were the majority of the shopping district can be found, deep in the heart of downtown. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often times, new comers to the city may be come overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever present feeling that's hardly noticed. The streets of the east side are frequented by all species as many companies are housed in the sky scrapers and hole in the wall establishments that line the streets.

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    Cat's Meow

    owned by Nadya Tetradore
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    Cat's Meow

    An older brick building tucked downtown with only a neon sign above the steel door saying Cat's Meow and the drifting of music to let you know of the burlesque within. The inner confines have a lavish feeling of comfort and style. At one end of the building is a large stage for the dancers to entertain with small round tables scattered in front for the customers to sip or dine while watching. Directly across from the stage is a fully stocked bar so you’re never without a view of the entertainment.

    Owner Nadya Tetradore

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    Downtown

    Downtown

    The city has a unique skyline, clashing between modern sky rises and small victorian storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however.

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    Inner Sanctum

    owned by Alexander Macedonia
    2 employees

    Inner Sanctum

    This hidden little cafe is loaded with essentricities and antiques that fill every corner of this remarkable place. The walls are lined with oddities from every corner of the world. Beyond the intriging decor, this place is known for it's delectable coffees and it's exquisite latte art.

    Owner Alexander Macedonia

    Barista Alexis Wilde
    Barista Calliel Alosi

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    Red on the Water

    owned by Isolt Griffin
    2 employees

    Red on the Water

    Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone?s throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flare befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city?s most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.

    Owner Isolt Griffin

    Co-Owner Damon Marcello
    Waitress Yumi Chizue

THEY SAY IM A GOD 69.246.153.243Posted On May 13, 2017 at 11:29 AM by IÓRKÆLL DVÆRG



He watches the boy scramble, a low rumble of distaste ebbing from him like thick toxic waste until finally he turns to face the girl, free hand remaining held out before her. He sizes her up fully now, eyes trailing from her pathetic little dagger to the stiffness in her stance until finally meeting the determination in her gaze. She was going to stop him from murdering that guilt soul and adding another voice in his mind and she did just that only, he was being paid to kill, to rid sacrosanct of the dirt in its streets.

And this fool of a girl ruined it.

He waves off her question regarding the three days, it did not concern her, and he would not waste anymore time explaining himself to her. “you’ve cost me money and you will pay me back,” he trails off, allowing a gleam to meet his eyes as they slide up and down once more. “one way or another.” scarred face shifts into an enticing and deadly smirk as he teases her. No, he wouldn’t require payment of any sort from her, he was on a time frame. Still, he would get a kick out of watching her squirm.

The wraith has done terrible things in his lifetime and even worse in the lifetime before it. To say he had grown soft was an understatement. He would have done what he pleased and asked questions later, stories of the scarred viking king ringing through the lands. This girl would not have stood a chance against the old dvaerg.

He shrugs, hand lifting to touch the blood that oozes from his ears, fingers rubbing together as he looks at the aftermath with a deep, wretched expression. The voices disperse inside leaving him a headache in their wake and peace in his thoughts, for now, but they will return in a few hours to remind him of his failure. He practically snarls at the thought of what would come later. “well girl, you win.” his baritones are gruff, hands reaching down to lift off his shirt and use it to wipe the sweat from his face. He tosses it over inked shoulder, thick arms folding as he arches a single brow. “i’ll still kill him later but for now, hunter, you have saved a life.”

In the end though, you now owe him yours. A life for a life per say and one day soon the viking will seek payment.

IÓRKÆLL DVÆRG
THE VIKING KING


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