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

Where you invest your love, you invest your life;


Posted on December 18, 2015 by DAREIOS
East



It's not the long walk home that will change this heart,
But the welcome I receive at the restart.



Dareios had walked this earth for long enough to know that when people stuck around they wanted something from you. By instinct, they are selfish, always looking for that next step to get ahead. This young were-boy's strange behavior would eventually give way to what he really wanted. Dareios was merely a pawn in some grand scheme he had. And the rudimentary drawings on the crumpled piece of paper in front of him only confirmed this. The vampire sighed before taking a large gulp from his glass of wine. But he did pick up the paper, bringing it closer to his face to study in the hazy, low light of the bar.

He did chuckle at Frost's quip about his age. Dareios had given him enough of his money already.

Though the antiques side of Dareios' business was merely a front, it had grown to be a relatively lucrative endeavor. So much so that he had hired a small staff to cultivate it and build upon the business model. It was a delicate operation, one that attracted high-end customers to the showroom and workshop he'd built in the basement of his home. The vampire was always surprised as to how much money humans would pay for old things, especially when Dareios could guarantee their authenticity and restore some pieces to like-new condition. The stories they told, be it a sitting room chair, old desk or even say an amulet or another unique piece, became a fascinating pastime for the vampire. Though he was hardly involved in the day-to-day operations of this side of the business, he often enjoyed accompanying his hired historian and refinishing worker on trips to the auction.

The scribe on the pieces was clearly Nordic. Ancient. Dareios had had the fortune of coming across pieces like this every so often, but only when hunting for loyal customers who were willing to pay by the hour for the research finding such an item required. Dareios traced the edge of the amulet on the paper with his finger before looking to Frost again. He studied the piece he wore around his neck, but stayed silent for some time, ignoring his questions. He wouldn't share those kinds of details with a stranger.

"The feline," Dareios said eventually, his voice trailing off. "What do you want with it?" He asks, folding the piece of paper and sliding it back across the bar to him. "This will be a costly endeavor. And for you, I'll require payment up front."


Dareios | Vampire | Vinyl

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