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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.

    Owner Ceara Hade

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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

    Sous Chef Elenore Dorian

do not waver; the dark approaches dareios108.245.133.46Posted On February 23, 2017 at 4:02 PM by sorcha

there are as many truths as stars in the sky, and everyone of them different
perhaps that is the only real truth


The day had been a whirlwind. Word of mouth had begun to spread once more - all I had to do was get one client from one of the local corporations to try my potions and suddenly I was getting more and more from the same place. It was a decisive tactic and one could say I was clever enough to find such a niche. It was a combination of pure luck, good coffee, and my own exuberant personality. Not to mention always carrying around samples on me for such an event. Creating my potions, salves, and herbal moisturizers took an incredible amount of time and focus. Many of the processes could not be rushed so I was constantly working on refilling my stock, ordering more supplies, and escaping beneath the weak and waning moon to bespell them. Where night had once left me unnerved I had grown fast more comfortable beneath the watery light, my manipulation of shadows growing.

But for today I had other plans. Dareios had mentioned that night at the train station about taking me out and I couldn't lie and say it wasn't an offer I disregarded. In fact any moment I had to breath my mind was cast back to it, my imagination perhaps running far wilder than normal but it could be said I was somewhat of a romantic. Not that I would be telling anyone that.

The moment it hit eight p.m. I locked the door to my shop, flipping the sign and escaping to the back store room. Also my pseudo room for now. The store was getting busy, yes, but with the overhead my profits were not as substantial as hawking my wares on the street. I was working on it but for now renting a studio apartment was out of the question. It didn't matter though because I was content where I was. A sharp meow grabs my attention and I grin down at the white and black spotted cat, pressing my hand on his head obligingly before I grabbing my purse, my black peacoat, and heading out into the night.

My maroon peasant top was pressed snug against me as I button up my coat while walking, the night air causing my breath to frost, but I almost enjoyed the cold. It woke me up, enlivening me, and I chance a look down at my cell phone. A new message from the Coven leader in Scotland awaited me. When things get hard, you can turn to us. We will always have a spot open. The text makes me frown - not if, but when. I ignore it, shoving my phone back into my purse, and find myself a cab to take me to Hawethorne Village.

It looks the same as before. Nice, expensive, the kind of neighborhood with money eager to escape greased palms. Dareios' house is as I remembered although I suspect it is guarded much more closely than before. He was Mayor after all. I surreptitiously peek around into the shadows, fingers twitching into my coat as I wonder if I could move them, reveal what is hidden. But if he did have bodyguards any such nonsense might end up with me on the bad side so I ignore the impulse and tread up his steps to use the loud knocker on his door. Dareios knew to expect me soon but I had never designated a certain day, my time consumed by my business and his with his own duties, but I was itching for his company now. Besides, I liked surprises so it was time to see if he did too.

24 - WITCH - NO COVEN


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