East

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.

What You'll Find Here

City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Inner Sanctum
Red on the Water
Starlight Tower

Do not waver: the dark approaches - miyako


Posted on February 23, 2017 by Sorcha Northwoods
East
There was an unseasonable warmth to the air that meant I was in a constant state of limbo. If I wore a coat I would be burning up but if I took it off then my arms would be peppered with goose flesh. It was the kind of warmth that was just enough to awaken the first vestiges of spring but the slight chill would deep into your bones until you suddenly realized it WASNT yet spring and winter was playing a cruel joke upon you. So I settled for a woolen sweater to pull over my relaxed t-shirt. I could wear it as need be and if I grew too hot a simple removal of the extra layer would suffice for a time. Clad in relaxed blue jeans and the white-gray sweater, my raven hair pulled back into a haphazard and loose bun that dripped strands, I left my shop. It was too early for me to open as many of my clients only got out at midday and afternoon, work finally letting them out of its clutches, and I was desperate for some coffee and perhaps a donut or two.

It had been a minute since I treated myself, having invested every penny my parents had left me into renting and supplying my store front. It was surprisingly successful and I grew a band of loyal clients each passing day. What did modern medicine have on my stuff? Mine was more herbal and did more than any addictive pill could - with help of some special ingredients and some nighttime spell casting. It seemed as the days passed I grew more and more at ease in the moonlight, preferring the way my magic seemed so eager to boil beneath it. The earth responded to me eagerly enough, true, but it was a clean and refreshing sort of power. Eldritch and Unhampered. The shadows, however, were addicting.

A grunt draws my mossy green eyes up from staring hard at the cracked sidewalk and I spy an Asian looking woman trying to haul and entirely too large box up a set of narrow stairs. To my observant eye it appears as if she would make a swift and deadly backward plunge from the stairs with such a heavy load so I hurry forward, slipping around her and grabbing the other half of the box with slender hands to try and ease her burden. I peer at her from over the box with a quick grin. "Sorry but you looked like you were having some problems." I didn't let go, though, my body language offering help if she would just accept it.

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