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 June 30, 2015 by ISOLT GRIFFIN
East

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She had heard it proclaimed on more than one occasion by more than a single member of her mortal staff that to be turned vampire and no longer be privvy to the radiant caress of sun was, in fact, no terrible loss... that in doing so one would merely trade the sun for the etherreal glory of the moon and its cast of stars. Try though she might have for so many, many months, Isolt knew here, now, that this was but a heinous farce. An elegant and philanthropic lie crafted so that she might find some miniscule way in which she might come to bear this life forged in the endless dark. Even now, perched against the gate of Red on the Water with the moon's luminance reflecting diamonds in the azure depths of her eyes, the crimson-locked vampire could do naught to bring to an end her mourning for the loss of the sun's heated kiss. Had she the breath she might have sighed in lamentation... before a cry stole the sigh and its sentiment from mind and mouth.

With a feline-like grace does Isolt round the fencing that would separate the sanctuary of her business from the decrepit desolation of the alleyway beyond, her progression stayed by the site that is her greeting. "Hey!" The exclamation leaves her lips even before her mind wills it so, the generally-timid young woman's feet moving seemingly of their own volition towards the decidedly elder vampire and the girl held within the vice of his grip. A exclamation, it would seem, that earns Isolt the turning of eerie crimson eyes unto her own lighter blue pair and the quirking of lips puckered by the extension of fangs. "This does not concern you, baby vampire," he hisses in her direction, the piercing barbs of his glances never once shifting from Isolt's own smaller frame. There may have been a point in time not long before this that she would have quaked in fear at the manner in which he bore into her with his eyes, as if he would own her soul with the batting of a single lash. However, unbeknownst to this vampiric thug, the "baby vampire" before him had suffered at the feet of her own Maker, the greatest evil she had ever known. She had looked Death in the eyes more than once, felt the reaper's chilled breath curl upon the back of her neck.

And so, not even the trepidation she feels halts the movement as she draws nearer to him, catching the pipe in her grasp as he means to swing it towards her head, his hand slackening and falling from the throat of his pale-haired victim with the transitioning of his attentions. He lunges then, the twin spires of his fangs delving into the falsely-tender flesh at Isolt's shoulder as a cry rips itself free of her throat before her slender digits curl into the fabric of his shirt. Urgently does she force him from her, the momentum inherent in her own immortal strength no flippant feat as he crashes against a collection of wooden palettes abandoned there, a shower of splintered wood cascading about them.

Isolt sees the flash of purest rage as it slices against his irises, the momentary hesitation proving detrimental to her cause as the elder nightwalker seizes upon it, his hand curled about her neck this time as he forces her to the ground beneath him. A quick yet nonetheless forcable jab to the jaw is all she manages before her hand is locked to the ground by another of his, a perilously vicious snarl vibrating within his throat as his face hovers above hers. "Didn't your Maker ever teach you to keep to your own affairs? Or will I have to give you this lesson myself?" In desperation do her eyes wander to the shattered wood, the impromptu stakes, that linger just out of her grasp... and to the pale-haired damsel that stands amongst them.


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