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.
City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Red on the Water
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.
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.
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
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 Griffin
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.
Hunger clawed at his stomach, his body protesting that lunch of tea and a singular cookie, as if it would somehow suffice. Cooking had never been Alistair's forte, his father of the belief that such household chores were reserved for women and as such, the artist had simply never taken an interest within such a domestic task. His flat, after all, fell well under his budget and as of such, Alistair had found himself exploring the local restaurants extensively. Red on the Water was hardly novel, the place quite well known in certain circles if only for the coven that operated from the depths of the family-friendly establishment. As a personal rule, Alistair did his best to keep his head low, as far as supernatural life was concerned. After all, he was entirely mortal and, as of such, far more...defenseless when compared to the otherworldly kind. A soft breath left his lips as Alistair wearily entered the Tavern, preferring the bar side of things rather than dealing with the loud children that presently occupied the booths. He trailed after the waitress as she gestured briefly to the bar area at large, allowing Alistair his own choice of a seat with the vague promise that the barkeeper would surely be with him shortly. His head bobbed ever so slightly as the artist moved towards that dark countertop, passing a young woman with peculiarly light colored hair who had clearly begun to indulge in her drink rather early.
It was several seats down from her that Alistair settled into a chair, only to reach for his bag to pull out that sketchbook that so often followed him. He flipped several pages in, his gaze shifting again over this afternoon's work for a logo he had been tasked with. The lettering was more than satisfactory and yet, the art that accompanied it was not quite yet to the point he desired it. It was the sudden sensation of someone else's presence, however, that drew his emerald eyes upwards, only for an arm to settle on his shoulder. Her voice was far closer to his face than he had anticipated, the smell of liquor upon her breath nothing short of poignant, causing the man's eyebrows to furrow with clear discontent. "Nothing, yet." Alistair commented, his own voice decidedly gruff if only to display his clear disinterest in the drunken woman. The very last thing he desired, after all, was anyone like her near that sketchbook that meant so particularly much to him. He easily flipped that sketchbook closed, as if it might protect the irreplaceable drawings inside from the reckless antics of the woman who had turned her attention fully to the bartender. That distraction, thankfully, was enough for him to slide that precious book back into his messenger back, his own emerald eyes narrowed as he watched the drunken woman.
Her words were nothing short of slurred as she demanded a drink for him and yet...Alistair had never been the one to turn down a good drink, even if he never quite let himself become nearly as...sloppy as the woman beside him. A soft sigh left his lips, "Whiskey, please." He uttered, resigning himself to at least one drink. "Just one....and stop leaning on me." The artist informed the woman, shifting slightly away from her if only to get his point across. Still, as much as he hated to engage in her, he knew well this level of drunkenness. This was a woman who was running from something -- the only question was what, or even who. God, he'd hate himself later for asking this, he was sure of it. "So...what's so bad you're trying to get lost in a bottle?" Therapist had never been a role he played well, and even as those words left his lips, Alistair found himself regretting them. She did know just how much of a turn off her inebriated demeanor was, didn't she?