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    The North

    Within the Northern vicinity of the city the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high class victorian architecture. The streets are paved with stone, the buildings are made of brick, and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting. In the North every establishment is made to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - weather it be illegal or merely looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allow them the luxuries that the North provides.

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    St. Pancras Station

    owned by Eve Thorn
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    St. Pancras Station

    A historical train station renovated in to a luxury resort-style country club that unites Victorian elegance with contemporary style. Relax in the full-service spa featuring spa treatments, saunas, spa pools with hydro therapy & aqua bar, and relaxation lounges. The club offers many dining and entertainment options including Seven Sisters Lounge, Victoria Bistro, Barlow Gastropub and the formal St. Pancras restaurant as well as boutique shopping and event halls. Join The Chambers Club for a more exclusive entertainment experience.

    Owner Eve Thorn

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    The VooDoo Room

    owned by Ceara Hade
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    The VooDoo Room

    The Voodoo Room is an award winning bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. The bar is filled with intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe to keep you coming back. Their mixologists meet the highest standards with our fantastical themed selections of cocktails and specials.

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    The Witchery

    owned by Rowena Metcalf
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    The Witchery

    Dark, gothic, and throughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's fabulously lavish suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence and luxury. The suites you have to choose from are: the Vestry, Sempill, the Old Rectory, the Library, the Turret, Heriot, Guardsroom, Armory.

    Owner Rowena Metcalf

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hello, darling166.137.136.46Posted On November 06, 2017 at 10:33 AM by Andras Stein

death incarnate & night triumphant

The Fae would be lying if he told himself he wasn’t anxious. Though, he didn’t expect much from meeting Dorian’s father, he still felt a bit uncomfortable as he strolls down the sidewalk. The finding of the hotel was easy, as it was the only one within the city; he hadn’t found himself here yet but his eyes gobble down the details as he enters the lobby. It was rather lavish, something the Fae didn’t have much of an appreciation for, but it seemed to fit the hotel nicely. It takes only but a moment before his eyes find Dorian, lounging so casually in one of those chairs. Offering a small smile, he approaches the king with a small dip of his head.

“Good evening,” he responds readily, “Let’s. After you,” he motions a hand out in front of him, allowing Dorian to lead the way. He’s silent on the ride up, not deigning to speak, perhaps he was a bit more nervous than he let on, but he allows that mask of calm to remain in place. His hands casually shoved into his pockets as the elevator dings and lets them out on the top floor. Trailing after the Fae King, he enters the room just after the man, his eyes darting around the room, noting the rather old era it seemed to copy. Unable to find the faerie that he was brought here to meet, Dorian’s voice draws his attention, his hands slipping out of his pockets as he turns in the Fae’s direction.

“That’s quite alright, Dorian. I didn’t expect-,” he’s cut off by the sudden appearance of the much shorter Fae behind him. His scent wraps around Andras and he almost curses to himself at the sudden arrival of the man. Instead, he remains where he is, a tight smile adorning his lips, his posture a bit stiff as Matteo inspects him. He glances down, only to note the sunglasses that hide the man’s eyes, he’s distracted by the absurd scene before him that when Matteo speaks, Andras doesn’t have time to cover the surprise that explodes across his features.

“Indeed. It’s a pleasure to meet you Matteo,” his baritones sounding loud in his ears. He knew his mother. His hazel eyes watch Matteo move back to that chair, seating himself elegantly. For once, the Lord is at a loss as to what to do. As the man removes his sunglasses, he’s hit with just how similar Dorian and his father look, those silver eyes such a unique trademark. He has to stop himself from looking at Dorian to compare the two and he’s saved from the sudden urgency to do just that when Matteo speaks again. This time, his eyes narrow dangerously. What was he? He had no interactions with humans these – a lie, he had been interacting with a human. Lani.

Again, he’s saved from the severe questioning that so lingers on the tip of his tongue as Dorian introduces the two. A small dip of his head in greeting, though Andras doesn’t allow himself to speak until Dorian excuses himself. Turning back to his friend, Andras gives a small nod, “I would appreciate the privacy… just for now. Thank you, Dorian,” he says, gratitude burning in his eyes as he watches Dorian take his leave. After the door snicks shut, he turns back to the older Fae before him, taking the moment of silence to study him before closing the distance between them and settling in the chair opposite of him.

“Thank you for meeting with me,” Andras begins, “How did you know my mother?” he asks. He would start with the safe questions first. It was a harmless question, or at least he hoped it would be. Though, there’s a bit of impatience burning in the back of his mind. Matteo knew something. He had gone so long without any answers and he was so entirely close to finding them. “What do you mean about ‘a human’,” he blurts out, astonished he wasn’t able to keep that question to himself. He needed a drink. This was going to be a long chat he expected.

Andras Steinhello darling



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