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
come away to the water
Posted on October 12, 2015 by ASKAREE
Askaree Bint Bahar
Dear God this was turning into a veritable cluster-fuck of deeply-seeded and apparently unresolved sexual tensions being bounced respectively betwixt the man-child and his impish little minx. It was a tangible thing, thick and pungent, singing the tender flesh at the back of her throat with as much clandestine acid as the perfume smog that surrounded more than one of the individuals present in this particular establishment. Far more intriguing than this, though, was the glacial nip to the matron's lilt, a song that had been ever so accommodating mere moments prior. Who had pissed in the Queen's Cheerios? Oh wait, that had been her... for shame. It is a passing whimsy crafted by a booze-addled brain that, to her merit, Askaree is able to conceal quite nicely though the notion amuses her in an admittedly and unapologetically childish manner.
It is for but a moment though, as an irksome buzzing tickled impishly at the dregs of her mind, the subtle twitch of a brow arising as the only acknowledgement of the intrusion. Was she truly that intoxicated? Surely not. Oh wait... he was talking again. Grasping for whatever last reserves of patience she might have laid claim to, the Egyptian turned her attentions slowly to the snow-capped ruffian and his hilariously smug infant's face. "Which one are you, the pot or the kettle? Because if mild heatstroke is the epitome of your abilities I daresay you're just as 'pathetic'. I was merely offering to remove you with my bare hands... a feat I doubt would be very taxing because you look as if you haven't lifted anything heavier than a wine glass in quite some time." Slow and deliberate is the pull she takes of the refreshed tumbler in her hands, far more taken by the smooth alcoholic kiss than she is by either of the sensationally quippy members of their budding little trio. "But, as the lady said, this is hardly the place." Hardly the place for a dash of witty repartee amongst patrons and some harmless dick-measuring but... apparently the perfect breeding ground for sexual frustrations that, let us be honest, were potentially of a far greater hazard to such an establishment. Alas, who was Askaree to dictate or question house rules?
Darker eyes turn to the scrawny gentleman at her side once again as, lo and behold, he seems obliged (or obligated due to the presence of the robe-donning matron) to offer some manner of platitudinous introduction. Askaree's finely-chiseled features do not shift into anything apart from vague boredom at his attempt to presume anything of her sense of humor in the wake of the approximately two minutes he had spent in her presence. "I had intended no such thing, certainly not after you've managed to suck what little humor there might have been in that," she offered flately before extracting a bill from within her jeans to offer to the bartender at her back and turning to the dark-haired damsel. "Nadya, it has been a pleasure." Her smile is a chesire grin though it is not entirely bereft some shred of genuine honesty, far more enjoyable an expression than the one she fixes to Jack Frost or Snowball or whatever it was he chose to call himself. She lingers in a moment of pregnant silence, hardly bothering to proffer up anything as congenial as a few parting words to him, before turning upon her heels and taking her leave.
