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
City Creek Center
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.
Dark Hunter Department
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.
Inner Sanctum
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
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 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
Starlight Tower
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.
What You'll Find Here
The sound of your name ;;Roman
Posted on September 06, 2018 by Fiora Murdoch
The young woman stretched back and forth in the seat that she had been placed in, currently the only area void of the morning rush of students and fellow young adults getting their shot of autumnal coffee. Even though September had just started, Fiora knew that there were many teenaged white girls getting their PSLs or iced caramel macchiatos. Of course she knew, after all, in art school, she had been the same way, just trying to stay awake to the next exam, desperately searching for inspiration with like-minded individuals in a place similar to this.
Despite having only recently moved to Sacrosanct, Fiora had grown quite familiar with cozy hangouts like this one, and she had become well-acquainted with using quick strokes to attempt to capture the crowd and atmosphere on her sketchpad. It helped her to think, to escape for a moment while she was awaiting her beverage. The Inner Sanctum had a musky air to it, likely brought from the plethora of antiques that called this place home. It could be said to give the place its 'authentic vibe', but Fiora had never quite gotten the appeal of a cafe having Victorian-era furniture everywhere. In honesty, it just made her more self-conscious about spilling on the aged leather furniture. A place like this felt more like a restaurant than a cafe, but the chestnut-haired woman supposed she shouldn't be complaining too much. The food and coffee was at least fairly priced, as opposed to other popular establishments, and they were alright with letting her sit and draw for a while after finishing her beverage.
Fiora continued letting her pencil work its way across the paper, drowning out the noise of the early-morning coffee rush, until all that existed was her subject, herself, and her pencil and paper. She knew she was detailing this sketch a bit too much, she was just trying to gesture, but Fiora couldn't help herself. Her mind kept wandering back to that abandoned warehouse near the beachfront. Sure, it had been cheap, and her parents had been gracious enough to loan her money to buy the property, but it had seen many better days, and her vision for the place needed it to be in good shape. Problem: She knew no one who would do the work for her, and if she tried to pay someone to do the work, she'd be left homeless.
She placed her head on the table between the leather chairs that made up the booth she'd been placed in. Of course, after years of art school and hard work to make something of herself, she would hit a rut here too. It was a great place for people-watching, sure, but there was no way she was ever going to finish any real worthwhile work. She had some graphic novel manuscripts and concepts tucked away in her tiny apartment, but those were all terrible, none of them would really capture the readers. She couldn't help but sigh. Washed up at 26. Life had seemed like it would be so much simpler, when she was young it seemed achieving one's dreams would be less convoluted.
Forcing herself back into an upright position, Fiora let herself become absorbed in her sketches once again, now of the many scrapped concepts she'd had, wondering if maybe she found a new angle and could publish a successful work, maybe then she would be able to have the money to fix up that warehouse and make it into a public space for art. Grey eyes stared at the paper intensely as she scribbled a few lines down before erasing and starting again, keeping a few of the lines along the way, very much unaware of the people and life within the cafe as she once again was dragged into the fantastical worlds she could create in her fiction.