North

Within the Northern vicinity of the city, the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high-class architecture. The pristine streets are paved with stone and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting - for the right clientele. In the North, every establishment is eager 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 - whether it happens to be illegal or merely involves 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 allows them the luxuries that the North provides.

What You'll Find Here

Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery

Eternity

The newly opened Eternity is an expensive fine dining restaurant nestled high upon the hills of the North - providing it a breathtaking view of the city below. The award-winning chefs at Eternity collaborate directly with local farmers and producers to source the freshest ingredients for its ever-changing menu. The staff at Eternity pride themselves on serving each customer's unique dietary needs - from the vampiric to the mortal races. Reservations are strongly encouraged as Eternity is frequently booked to capacity.

The VooDoo Room

Located in the heart of the North, the Voodoo Room is the spirits lover's destination of choice in Sacrosanct. The Voodoo room is a craft cocktail bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. Nestled among the William Morris wallpaper, gold, and wood, you will find a new kind of neighborhood cocktail bar. One where hospitality and skill work in concert. With intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe, the Voodoo room will keep you coming back for more. Guided by the mantra of providing a one of a kind, high-end experience, the Voodoo Room's mixologists meet the highest standards with a fantastically themed selection of cocktails and specials.

The Witchery

Dark, Gothic, and thoroughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's lavish, theatrical suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence, and luxury. From the Vestry to the Library and the Armory, the suites of the Witchery are nothing short of sensually romantic. A stay at the Witchery is not complete without dining in the rich baroque surroundings of the original oak-paneled hotel or among the elegant candle-lit charms of the Secret Garden. Whether you stay or dine, The Witchery is an unforgettably magical experience.

you shouldn't be wild inside; mr viking


Posted on April 13, 2017 by kearn.
North Reopen Thread
it's a shallow little world


Come alone and unarmed. As if it mattered; as if a teenage human and his pre-teen sidekick could ever hope to make a mark against a band of supernatural killers. Kearn has never been anything but unarmed in this world. Still, he feels naked without his oak-handled pistol and the bullets it carried, both silver and iron. To reach in his pocket and touch nothing but wool - that was a vulnerable feeling.

He ran his tongue over his teeth, glancing at the park around him. Full sunshine filters through well-manicured trees, ringed with mulch and pretty stones and surrounded by grass that was never allowed to grow a millimeter beyond what was considered orderly. It wasn't often he came to this district - in the daylight, at least. So many pigeons here, fat and happy in their Italian shoes and tailored suits, ready to be plucked. Did they have any idea what simmered below this city's surface? Or did they think the shootings and robberies were the same price any other city this size paid? There were plenty of animals their gates and spiked fences were worthless to keep out.

Kearn still wasn't sure how the Viking and his crew had found out about the High Street job, a question that picked at him as much as his lack of weapons did, but he wasn't about to ask. If he were smart, he would have found out before coming here â€" ah, but if he were smart, he would have left this city long ago and found an honest way to make a living.

Not yet, not yet. There were still things Sacrosanct owed him, things he'd worked too long and bled too much to quit before he could collect.

His pace is languid, an easy stroll down the sidewalk bordered with early spring flowers, though he can't keep his eyes from marking where each man who passed kept their wallet or his mind from considering how best to empty a woman's purse. The only hitch comes when he sees the man who'd called him here, and Kearn pauses with a drawn breath, running a hand over his dark hair, tugging at the lapel of his coat.

And then he made his way over.

He didn't look so rough, this Viking with his mane of dark hair and his coat of tattoos, but Kearn knew how easy it was to keep claws and teeth hidden. The big man looked out of place in this district, in this park, but put him in an ironic dive bar or indie show and he'd look like the next trust fund millennial who discovered a beard and tattoos kept him neck-deep in women. Even so, Kearn has to swallow down the uneasiness that washes over him, and when he's near enough that their eyes meet there's no mistaking the predator in that gaze.

So he drops his own, sidles up alongside the bench, sits and folds a leg neatly over his knee. "Afternoon," he says pleasantly, as if they were nothing more than two strangers, out for a stroll.



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