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

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Posted on March 07, 2015 by ISOLT GRIFFIN
East

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It is but one in what is soon to be a haphazardly amassed series of peculiarities how this perfect stranger had been able to identify her with such unwavering and confident ease. To gaze into the mulling throng of the quaint little establishment and pluck from it her face, her identity; a single individual cleaved from the others who bustled with such purpose about her. It was a notion that conflicted quite harshly with Isolt's own internal considerations of the self importance that was ever in short supply for the charmingly shy young vampire. How could this woman, who had never before laid eyes upon her, much less made her aquintance, deem finding her of even the smallest measure of personal importance? Furthermore, how had she come to know just who she might be searching for? These and a fair few more curiosities pool in the depths of a churning mind that is hushed into a quieted still, if only temporarily, by the perching of the young Asian woman into the chair opposite her own.

"No, of course not. Please make yourself at home," she concedes, the ever inquisitive crimson-topped woman leaning back just slightly into the pleasantly cushioned cradle of her own chair in what is perhaps a frivolous quest to coax some relaxation to return to a frame grown rigid with the decided absurdity of the situation she found herself immersed in at present. An endeavor plundered entirely of any fruit it might have born with the answering (in part) of a particularly prominent inquiry... only to subsequently birth yet another from the smoldering ashes. "Who does," Isolt nearly whispers, the slightest of frowns tugging insistently at the velveteen canvas of her brow as the simper, heretofore an exhibition of characteristic decorum, falters precariously upon her lips. Yet even as the syllables skate the fleshy curl of her tongue, Isolt is internally of the understanding that she may, indeed, possess the answer she seeks from this stranger. As to this enigmatic he, there were admittedly but two gentlemen who played any prominent part within the day-to-day dealings of her shamefully socially-sparse afterlife. And because the modest young woman could fathom no possible scenario in which the emerald-eyed man would "speak highly" of her to anyone, much less to the woman opposite, Isolt was left with but one plausible suspect for whatever presumably inflated tales had been told of her. "Damon?" Yet even this answer hauls with it its own modicum of uncertainty; disbelief, perhaps, that the elder vampire would hold her in such high esteem that he might speak of her to another. It was a matter of irrefutable fact that Isolt held him in a far more lofty position than most others, that she cherished him in a manner few could ever profess to know; and yet that he might have found it within himself to return even some infinitesimal shard of this was an astounding notion indeed. "I, well, I mean... he's never actually told me that..."

It is this astonishment, this rebuttal against the consideration of her own importance, and the curiosity that is a commanding blossom within her mind that draws the begging question to ruby lips. She leans in in what is surely a motion only plausibly described as false-casual, slender digits tracing the seam of the now only marginally tepid paper vessel settled before her, cerulean eyes awash with genuine curiosity. "What," she begins, though she falters in her convictions and whether or not she does, truly, desire an answer to this quarry, "what did he say... about me?"


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