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.

BLEED THE STING OF FEAR AGAIN {open}


Posted on May 18, 2017 by ESHEK
North Reopen Thread

It all starts and ends with fire.

Everything can be created from ash and dust and death.

The flames lick at the bones and the flesh and the eyes. They smother out the real and fill it with the immortal.

Words are etched on the once-girls marrow and her soul withers and dies in the shell of her poor, charred body. Gone is the young witch who wanted to taste of power and violence. Gone is the girl who loved and dreamed and opened a bible of something long, long lost. Gone are her pretty green and perfect eyes.

Now there is only Eshek. It is she who crawls from the fire that ends at the lines of a circle. It's her bones that creak and her flesh that stings along the edges of the raw, copper tattoo down her side. Her body slides through the ash that was once some plush, imported carpet.

And it's Eshek that stands and sways in the wreckage of a golden and gaudy room that smells only like smoke and death and space.

In a moment everything belongs to her-- this life, this wealth and the fire licking along her flesh that doesn't burn.

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She's a supernova of heat in the night. The night fades before the brightness of her, the black turns gray and the gray turns to moonlight and stardust. She's a galaxy of glitter and glitz and everything about her bleeds fire and opulence. Everything is red and black and diamonds (and that ash smell that never quite goes away). Her legs are steady through the streets and there is a certain touch of death and danger to the glittering girl that walks through the alleys full of the degenerate and the dying.

When she touches them it's to leave a line of ash across their broken brows and to light the fires of garbage that will keep them warm.

On she walks, lighting the dark and banishing the cold night in the fire of her. On past the slums and the forgotten places. Eshek walks until the gross turns to gold and the dark turns to muted, welcoming light. She walks until a line of bars stretches out before her and when she walks into one it's with a spark of fire at the edges of her smile.

It's easy to sit in this body among all the others that don't know of dragons and universes and of a death that never dies. It's easy to smile and order her scotch on the rocks. Being alone in the corner of the bar doesn't bother her.

Eshek's always been alone-- forever is too long to love.

And it's easy to snap her fingers and set all the alcohol aflame the moment before she drinks it.

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