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.
Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery
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.
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.
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.
The steady roar of the V-twin engine poured out around him, challenging the more typical sounds of the streets. Chrome pipes rang out strong and deep as he accelerated over the stone paved streets. Fierce blues looked around as he moved through the northern side of the city, taking notes as each building that past. Heavy bare hands gripped the handle bars while the cool night wind blew against his face. The sights, sounds and smells of the city rushed over him; almost calling him in and warning him away at the same time. All of his senses were engaged, with the one exception of taste, and that was something he was hell bound on fixing tonight. He'd spent most of these past few months doing what he liked to call 'traveling'. Of course that's what he was doing, but he wasn't just off on some pleasant cruise. Born with a nomadic soul he'd always found it difficult staying too long in the same place; especially when his past started to catch back up to him. So he ran. He ran from himself, others and from that nagging pit that would gather up in his stomach after he'd spent too long staring at the same things. There was something quite different about this place though, making it unlike any of the other places he'd been. It had been clear to him as he was riding past the outskirts of town that this was a place where the creatures of chaos roamed with a bit more freedom. He set his thick soled boots down against the stone, coming to a full stop at the light. He ran his left hand through his long dirty blonde hair before brushing up the right sleeve to his leather jacket to check his watch. Eleven o'clock. He titled his head back up and revved the engine as the light turned green and he continued down the street. Wheels spun slower as he looked up at the sign for the Voodoo Room. Turning towards it he found a suitable parking spot out front. A semi careless glance was thrown over his shoulder as he backed the black Softail in. He looked around to both sides of himself before pulling the kick stand out with his boot and gently leaning the bike into it. In one smooth simple motion he planted a foot under him and swept his right leg behind him, dismounting the bike. He stood just a couple inches above six foot with a large athletic frame. Opening the door a brief smile almost graced his features as the smell of alcohol grew heavier in the air. Blues scanned out quickly, evaluating the other patrons one by one as he casually moved over to the bar. Discarding most of the glances he'd received he sat down and unzipped his leather jacket. He wasn't difficult to pick out of a crowd, not that he'd ever really tried to blend in, and it wasn't too hard to pin point him as a Vampire if you had the slightest idea of what to look for. He turned his head and spoke out to the barkeep as he walked over. "Straight Jack." His voice was deep and honestly, very plain, it carried no exotic accent or flair. He rummaged through one of his pockets to pull out a bill fold, placing a few dollars on top of the bar as his drink was brought over to him. His hand wrapped around the glass, drawing it up towards his lips as his head tilted back to take a sip. Placing the glass back down on the bar a faint smile etched itself in. Tastes like the first of many. I sold my soul... just so I could feel paid. I broke my heart... so I couldn't feel pain. I lost my faith... 'cause I can't justify the weight. I've got no hope... that's only for losers and fakes. |