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.
He had lost track of that intriguing little red head he met at the book store but it just meant he could clear his head and focus a little more on tracking his brother. He had already been to all the local dive bars and strip clubs but no luck. No one seemed to recognize his brother. He knew he had tracked him right into this city, but it was a big enough city to get lost in if you knew what you were doing. Kit was usually the one trying to get lost so he would know but Troy had never been this hard to find. Maybe he'd gotten better at covering his tracks since the last time they'd hunted together. He walked out of another bar and headed down the street after another unsuccessful try at showing around Troy's photo. He cut down an alleyway to save time getting back to the hotel he was staying at, only to see shadows on the wall growing taller as he kept walking. He didn't turn his head, not giving any indication that he knew he had trackers, but he kept watching those shadows as he walked. His body language appeared for all the world like he was relaxed, but his fingers were already rubbing together in his pockets, powder rolling right out of his pores and into his waiting palms as he bided his time. It was only when he felt the cold steel of a gun against the back of his neck did he freeze, air hissing through his teeth at the discomfort immediately as he tensed. "You don't want to do this." He murmured to the men but they only laughed. "Just give us your wallet, fresh face, and nobody gets hurt." The bigger man growled the words but Kit felt the barrel being dug into his skin. What an interesting turn this had taken. |