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

Crash Choir Records
Pentagram
Ellington Enterprise

find your rest and be made whole


Posted on February 27, 2015 by ISOLT GRIFFIN
East

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In the presence of the duo of men, Isolt finds herself all too willing to allow the descent into personal quietude to transpire unabated, to afford them this masculine comraderie without the supposed toil involved with having to include her in their gaiety. It is a forcable silence the origins of which are hidden well beneath the comfortable guise of mannerism, the budding vampire having always been one of fewer words than most. In truth though, it was a rather salacious misrepresentation, for the true coaxing hand that had driven her to silence was the trepidation at revealing her involvement with the pale-eyed warlock. The tumultuous eve spent within his shop, no matter the innocence of her own involvement, was hardly amongst the proudest moments of Isolt's life and certainly not a scenario for which she would gain fondness in the retelling. A retelling that would surely proffer them only upset for their toils; honesty that would buy her and Damon the bitter taste of unease upon their tongues and little else.

And so she is silent, palest eyes venturing from her male counterparts and to the sprightly shadow that flitters about with neither direction nor care for the surroundings within which it has been forced to venture. Far more lighthearted is its dance this night than it had been on the occasion that had come before, and it is indeed a welcomed change. A taut and tremulous smile paints itself upon her features before even this drips from the impeccable porcelain of her facade. The tension she feels swells to permeate her every last fiber, to coil about her innards in a painful twisting that seems only to grow tighter with every passing moment. As slender digits curl about the neck of the bourbon bottle, it is as if she grasps for reprieve, for release from this bulbous and outwardly pressing disgrace that is of her own design. The shackles that currently bind her had been fastened of Isolt's own hand.

Distracted is the demure redhead by the once-comforting bass of Damon's voice as it filters through the otherwise-impenetrable smog of her internal considerations; though the command that leaves his lips, regardless if he means it so, gives her pause. The celestial blue of the woman's eyes meet the enigmatic greys of her most trusted partner, her distress at the purported demand painted faultlessly therein. A lingering and telling glance though it undoubtedly is, Isolt moves in time to do as he has asked, serving the trio matching tumblers of luxuriously dark bourbon before sinking into the chair that has been designated solely for her use. In silence does she linger for the barest moment, contemplating astutely the veritable minefield through which she currently must tread, knowing without even the shard of a doubt that whatever words she must pilfer from the abyss must serve both Damon and herself in this venture for shrouded truths. "Davante and I met at his shop because he had made something for me. A knife... and a very beautiful one at that," she lilted, nodding towards the warlock with the kindest of prestinely quiant simpers before allowing her attentions to fall upon her fellow vampire. "Apparently you had something to do with that, as it turns out." With this the crimson-haired woman ventures a sip of her own amber libation, cerulean pools gazing into the gently sloshing depths before the softest whisper flitters from between her lips. "And that is why I owe him a drink. Not quite the exciting story you had imagined, hmm?" And with that, Isolt seeks to merely allow the rest, the truths unspoken, to wither as ash into the ether.


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