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.

Falling Into My Condition


Posted on July 04, 2014 by Aaron Helmsley
North

He grinned at her cat and mouse analogy. Under more sober circumstances he would have quickly replied, throwing a dog comment into her mix. A bit more tanked and he likely would have muttered a few 'squeaks' under his breath. For now he was just enjoying a decent buzz and the mysterious company. He'd try to keep his comments reserved to himself as they playfully spoke back and forth. Though it would likely be far more entertaining to enlighten her with all the silly quips he had in him, there was a time and place for everything. He was sure their night wouldn't conclude this early.


Laughter falls from his lips as she continues the half game of shadow. He watches her intently as she leans forward, propping her chin with a single hand as he made his introduction. There was something almost so innocent, yet deadly about the woman. It captivated his curiosity and a good majority of his attention was set entirely on Andy. He couldn't afford to devote all his attention onto one person or one thing; there was far too much out there. His head bobbed slightly to the right, remembering the dark clad man in the corner. That was just his paranoia kicking in; he still sensed no trouble from the Hunter. Andy reached out and grabbed the bottle he'd just set back down. A wide grin ran across his lips as she tilted her head back and raised the bottle up. Thoughts of who she was and more importantly what she was raced through his mind. That's when it caught up to him; under her skin, coursing through her bloodstream was something different, something altered by magic.


Aaron hadn't really had much contact with witches, there were only a scattered few he'd met through his years. He'd spent about a week with a witch during one of his expeditions. Things had gone quite well, but ended one evening with him being chased through the backwoods of a small town dodging thunderbolts. That was a few decades past, but not something he'd ever wanted a repeat of. He could deal with the Hunters and Weres, combat was never an issue or disadvantage to him, and who didn't like a little bit of more traditional 'hunting'. He did struggle that day though, there was no fighting an element off, combat in that situation just wasn't possible. The feeling he was left with afterwards had always remained a bad taste in his mouth. At the root of the problem he of course could be the one to blame for his misfortune, but that would be a story for another day. The moral of it was, just don't piss off a witch or avoid them completely. It explained Andy's boldness and knowledge perfectly also it gave a bit of validation to what he'd sensed from her when as she first approached him. He sat back further into the booth they sat, folding his muscled arms across his chest, the dark leather jacket he wore creaking as he adjusted them.


Blue eyes looked focused on her, meeting her amber eyes and running over her spirited smile. His hand reached out once more for the bottle she'd just set back against the table. Hard fingers wrapped around it, drawing it upwards towards his lips. He slung his head back, almost with a laugh as her words crept into his ears. He took a long sip, swallowing the warm liquid deeply as he sat the bottle back down between them. "I drink with the witches of course." With his words said he hoped he didn't get it wrong now, he was fairly certain but there was still a tiny shred of doubt. "But only the pretty ones that could snap me in half." He winked at the end of his last comment, laughter falling from his lips, half joking to himself.


Aaron Helmsley
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.

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