The east side of the city is the very heart of Sacrosanct - it's unique skyline is a clash between modern sky rises and small Victorian-inspired 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. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often, newcomers to the city may become overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever-present feeling that's hardly noticed.
City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Inner Sanctum
Red on the Water
Starlight Tower
The City Creek Center is an upscale open-air shopping center centered in the heart of downtown Sacrosanct. With its numerous fountains, foliage-lined walkways, and bubbling streams, City Creek Center offers three blocks of chic boutiques, delicious dining, and the newest showrooms.
The City of Sacrosanct's Dark Hunter Department's primary concern is the safety of all of Sacrosanct's residences. Their public safety responsibilities include code enforcement and supernatural crime prevention. The Sacrosanct Dark Hunter's Department follows the directions of the International Dark Hunter Council and serves as a local point of contact for any Dark Hunters working within the Council's ranks.
The Inner Sanctum is an independently's owned specialty coffee company and cafe with a singular focus: quality. A hidden gem on the side streets of the busy downtown, the Inner Sanctum source's the world's finest beans and local treats. From it's delectable pastries to the exquisite latte art, the Inner Sanctum is dedicated to both its craft and the customer's experience. With beans roasted in house and every cup prepared by the best baristas, you will never be disappointed at the Inner Sanctum.
Owner Alexander Macedonia
Barista Alexis Wilde
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 flair 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.
Home of: Elysium
Owner Isolt Marcello
Co-Owner Damon Marcello
Waitress Yumi Chizue
With one hundred floors and a 125-foot spire, the Starlight Tower rises high above the Sacrosanct skyline. More than just a landmark, the Starlight Tower offers a unique mix of restaurants, shops, and offices spaced throughout the building. Organized into nine verticle zones, each of which features a sky lobby and a light-filled garden atrium which merge the upscale interior with a faux landscaped exterior setting.
isolt griffin
I'm more alive than I've ever been
It should have been (and surely it was) expected that the emerald-eyed man would spurn her gratitude, as poorly-represented as it doubtlessly had been in its delivery. It was yet another portion of his somber persona as Isolt had come to know it; he was humble in a way that so very few men were, and so the acceptance of gratitude of any sort seemed averse to his entire composition. But in this moment the gracious young woman finds herself battling the urge to press the matter or sigh for its frivolity... for her gratitude was bred of far more than a mended bar and polished floor. Tetradore had saved her in perhaps every manner in which an individual could have been. He had proven the catalyst for her ultimate demise, yes, the door left ajar so that Risque's tumult could snuff out the brightly-burning flame of Isolt's life. But she knew now that he had mourned her, still mourned her even these few years later; he had been her salvation from Risque's hellish asylum then and now with this final liberation he seemed to solidify his altruistic dedication to her life's preservation.
It is for this recompense that she yearns, any manner in which she might repay all that he had done for her...
A frown draws its stitches into the supple smoothness of the redheaded vampire's brow as he reflects upon the notion that their shared tormentor is, now and forevermore, naught more than a gruesome memory banished to the hallucinogenic obscurity of nightmares. How he must hurt, deeper even than she does, for the years he had merely survived beneath her tyranny. How he must lament a childhood, an adolesence lost. How could Isolt even begin to bring him comfort, to give him closure? How could she possibly combat his darkness with her own small light?
With some not-inconsiderable measure of reluctance does she draw apart from him, the majestic thrum of his living, beating heart fading before it coalesces into the silent nether of the world beyond. As the strong, safe embrace of his arms falls away from her Isolt gives pause for a long, pregnant moment. It is unmistakable, the change that overcomes her in the swiftness of those few moments: the receding of his gifted warmth to herald the return of death's customary chill that quickly settles into every part of her. But, she realizes then, it was far more grand a shifting than that of temperature. Tetradore was not only warmth, he was light... the light to combat the darkness in her ailing heart. He was fear and he was joy, sorrow and sanctity.
And she loved him.
The defining realization of this moment, the feeling that had surely lingered beneath the surface of her immediate consciousness, draws itself to the surface in a rush of epiphany to ripple and ricochet within the cavernous expanse of her being. Unbidden and involuntary does she look upon her companion as if she is seeing him for the very first time, sapphire eyes searching his in an almost desperate manner for a thing that cannot be rightly described. "Tet," she whispers through lips that are no longer her own. "I..."
And then all else is lost.