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.
A S K A R E E
BABY, DROP THEM BONES
SELL THAT SOUL
There would soon come a day when she would no longer have to grapple with this gutter-grade courier bullshit... when the role of the goddamn Amazon Prime delivery person would be played by someone else- someone woefully bereft Askaree's particular brands of customer service and showmanship, but still...
As the dark-haired Egyptian woman flicks a pair of sunglasses onto the impeccable slope of her nose, sauntering onward with every bit of the poise and purpose that one might have expected of an individual who had just succeeded in derailing what had been an admittedly ill-fated attempt at a heist, the heels of her boots scrape to a leisurely halt upon the fissured concrete of the sidewalk with the exclamation offered up by someone in her stead. She turns and a markedly reptilian simper teases at the brims of her voluptuous, crimson lips. Ah, so Mr. Optimism took her advice and made the decision to turn tail before the authorities arrived and compounded the disaster already unfolding in that little shop of horrors? And, what's more, he was expressing gratitude? To a woman? What a peculiar thing for a man to do.
A small chuckle erupts from within her as something even more amusing trickles from his mouth. A neat trick? Who was she, David fucking Blaine? Siegfried and that other guy? Was he legitimately oblivious to the ethereal undercurrent that slithered about in the tenebrific darkness of every last cobblestoned corner of the city? Surely, he felt it. Surely did it constrict his fleshy carapace into gooseflesh in those seemingly random moments when one of them wandered near to him. Perhaps he just had yet to realize that the reason that the hairs upon the nape of his neck pulled to attention in those seemingly random moments was because of them. Because of her.
How adorable.
"What can I say, I aim to amaze," she coos, the reptilian leer pulling at her features made, perhaps, exponentially more unnerving given the concealment of her eyes. "If you really want to thank me, though, you could buy me a drink. Nothing makes a girl thirsty quite like foiling a heist."
This was going to be so damn fun.