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
THEY SAY IM A GOD
Posted on April 13, 2017 by IÓRKÆLL DVÆRG
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.
BROTHER TO; MAGNÚS - CONSUMED BY; REGAN - KING OF; ÚTLAGI