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.
Malakai Kanaita
"Mhmm," he mumbles, offering only this growled sentiment as acknowledgment of her apology before ushering the petite young woman onwards. It was, perhaps, the very least of what he had been called; a veritable pebble tossed half-heartedly into the canyon of his existence. And so does he coax her onwards, laboring beneath the sincerest hope that wherever it was she had been making her way to would require him to sacrifice little more of his afternoon than he already had. That was until the first bursts of lightning and their thunderous companions split the heavens with their pageant of crackling light. A sigh, hardly abated by the brooding man, huffs through his lips in the moments before his eyes traverse the short line to that of his unintended companion. He offers a long moment of silent consideration to her request, having already settled himself upon the idea of indulging in an alcoholic libation alone after he was rid of her. However, to take leave of her presence now would have surely constituted a mark against whatever gentlemanly facade he was trying to uphold for the moment at hand.
"Sure," he concedes, following obediently in the younger woman's stead and into the warm wash of the bar. Absentmindedly does his hand smooth out his mane of unruly locks, already glistening from the spritz, the white fabric stretched over his broad shoulders darkened by the fledgling shower. Tattooed fingers reach out to grasp at his offered jacket, brushing ever so briefly against the slender, chilled digits of his counterpart before he positions himself upon the stool at her side. With a simple wave of his hand, Malakai summons the barkeep over. If he was going to have to sit here until the storm abated he was damn well going to have his drink. "Jameson," he issues curtly before turning towards the woman at his side, "and whatever the lady would like." A single, thick brow arches in the direction of the oriental dame, an unspoken insistance that she pick her poison.
"Malakai will do just fine," he counters, nearly cringing at the formality. He turns to her then, fixiing her with a calculating stare that he does little to soften. "So, Miya, do you make a habit of napping during all of your lectures or was mine just that god-awful?"