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 May 17, 2015 by ISOLT GRIFFIN
East

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Modesty was, as it always had been, Isolt's virtue and her vice. It had ensured that she remained humble as others around her had fallen prey to the gaping maws of the ravenous beasts that were pride and vanity, greed and lust. Modesty had acted as the artisanal hands to craft the purity of character that would come to define her. Likewise, however, did it see her cringe time and again from even the most innocent of advances. It saw the pallor of her flesh riddled with phantom insects when eyes lingered upon her for longer than she felt that they should. It was the interally muttering whisper that bolstered the notion of her own inferiority in the face of those who were "more than"; and so it was modesty that should have seen her recoil from the proverbial caress of Damon's eyes as they wandered over her in a manner that was admittedly and undeniably quite intimate.

But she does not recoil, nor does the evidence of a cringe mar the supple beauty of her facade as her most favored companion offers her glances that are far from covert. Instead, she basks guiltily in the warmth of his supposed adoration, the enigmatic glimmer that skates across the span of her own gaze betraying its return in kind. It is, mayhap, the only thing that blunts the spears of Davante's criticism of not only the food he, himself, had requested by also of Isolt's verbal accolade of said food. Quickly does she discard her own portion onto the desk which separates her from the spitting, cursing warlock. She rises with the uproar that transpires in the wake of Davante's unceremonious evacuation, silently rebuking Damon's attempt to quail her worries. "I am the staff," she whispers in a tone that is perhaps more curt than she had meant it to be, her footfalls light upon the wooden planks of the office as the redhead navigates her way from the office, drawn forth at a hastened pace by the echoes of shouted curses and aggressive rustling from below. If they wished it so, she would leave the duo to their verbal jousting, for there were far more pressing matters than whatever items of questionable cleanliness had been in Davante's mouth.

"Is this some kind of fucking joke?" The words are an abrasion unto her ears as the auburn-haired vampire descends the stairs to bring her into the pub's dining area, a rather large, portly gentleman drawing the eyes and ears of more than a few of the patrons present. Clearly the receipient of the discarded pastry, viscous red matter drips down the rounded curves of his flushed face as he turns to the waiter who appears only to be attempting to placate him. To no avail, it would seem, as the obviously quite inebriated gentleman makes a move for the young man, his traveling hand halted only by the falsely delicate fingers that coil about his meaty wrist in a literal vice-grip. Demonstrations of her immortal gifts had always been carefully concealed, Isolt hardly wanting to attract the particular brand of attention that such displays so often warranted; however, she would hardly stand for any manner of harrassment to be perpetrated upon her staff. But before she can do so much as breathe a word, the veiny crimson bulbs of his eyes descend to Isolt's own, a gnarled hiss escaping from tightened lips. "And who the hell are you?"


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