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.

THEY SAY IM A GOD


Posted on April 13, 2017 by IÓRKÆLL DVÆRG
North

LET THE GREAT AXE FALL


This is a rare sight

The sun attempts to shine down upon the brooding brute and fails. There is a dark aura about him, an invisible haze of despair that lingers upon him and blocks out the rays that offer their delicious touch. The battle of ice and cold before his flesh causes goosebumps to rise on painted skin. This is not the only issue, for a battle within rages as well. The humans that pass by him in his territory irk him, their weak bodies pleasing to his eye. They are so unaware and yet something tells them deep within to avoid the bearded man, an unknown sixth instinct telling them that a predator is nearby.

Good.
Avoid him for you are not the one he seeks.

The boy has made enough commotion to meet the ears of the viking king. A fearless little runt who has a quick hand a fast feet, enough so that he has become a nuisance to the supernaturals in the area and a prize in the eyes of iorkaell.

However, the boy was off to a poor start.

Crystal eyes flick casually to the sun, far too old fashioned to carry a watch, and takes note of the time. A slow rumble falls from him, hand rising to stroke his beard casually. His elbows rest on his knees, body slumped as if weak though power and pride radiate off him. He looks casual, like a lost man just relaxing in the park. But looks can always be deceiving and lets pray that this is the case as the boy draws into view. That gaze that had left the sun to find the boy is striking, his blue eyes practically clear as they fixate on his approach. His massive hands rub together slowly before he leans back, those hands intertwining behind his head as he sprawls. The other joins him and as he crosses a leg over a knee dvaerg cannot help but smirk. He smells of weakness, of limitations and risks. His mere posture is undesirable to one trying to maintain upkeep of the roughest and toughest?

Would he even survive one night with the horde?
Honestly that wasn't the viking's problem.

The other's greeting is simple and he turns to him, eyes stern, "you're late." he says simply, his low rough baritones sliding out. He glances at the boy's hands, the use of them vital to him. "bring me something, then we will talk." he demands, curious to see him in action. This should be easy, there isnt a supernatural in sight.

Impress him.



IÃ"RKÆLL DVÆRG
BROTHER TO; MAGNÚS - CONSUMED BY; REGAN - KING OF; ÚTLAGI


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