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.

you better move, you better dance


Posted on October 16, 2014 by Alekai Evero
North
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It is one thing, perhaps, to pay him rather ridiculous sums of money to act as security for the night upon the promise he will not engage in lethal force unless absolutely necessary- but it is entirely another to expect him to adhere to their ridiculous dress code for the evening. It is proper, he supposes, to actually find a suitable outfit for such an evening, the rather olden day costume-requirement entirely appreciated by a man whom had spent the better part of his life living within a time in which no man would dare be seen at an event without a tuxedo and a flower for his date. Yet such grandeur, he is sure, is wasted entirely upon creatures whom spend the better part of their own wretched existences sniffing fire hydrants or sucking someone's arteries dry under the guise of much needed nutrients. It was this rather bleak view of the world that had assured the blonde Hunter that such an event was worth perhaps...fifty percent of his effort in regards to dress, the man having ditched his usual jeans and sleeveless hoody for more fitted dark pants, a clean white undershirt and denim dinner jacket that still provide ample room for his arms to move while also concealing his multitude of weapons, his boots swapped for lace up black shoes he is not entirely sure he knows why he bothered to clean. It was fortunate perhaps, that the owner had not been entirely willing to argue with him about such things, the woman content enough to simply keep throwing money at the hunter until it was assured he would do his job without murdering anyone, keeping the peace within the gothic themed building that quite frankly agitated him almost as much as the number of guests.

It was merely a happy coincidence, he supposed, that rather a number of the older vampires or more sensitive Were's had proven capable of sensing the Hunter for what he was, the seat he had occupied in the far corner of the room having seen his otherworldly aura quite literally clear a space around him, an invisible barrier of sorts no supernatural seemed willing to cross, leaving the golden-eyed Hunter to watch over the festivities in his typical, brooding silence, the bartender occasionally seeing fit to push a drink towards him using a broom handle in the same manner a diver offered a shark a piece of meat. For half a moment the often irritable blonde half considered snapping his teeth at the ridiculous barman, if purely to be amused by his reaction, before deciding better of it, taking his drink wordlessly and returning his attention to crowd before him. He knew few of the faces here and cared little either way, ignoring the curly-haired wolf entirely despite the pair of shoes and pants she still owed him, the red-haired vampire she moved to speak to a relative unknown to Azrael as he reclined, moving to lift his feet up onto the next closet chair, ignoring the disapproving looks of several waiters not nearly bold enough to tell the man off.

It was going to be a particularly long, dull night, of that he was assured, the young man half hoping someone might be content to start a fight if only to relive himself of the near overwhelming impulse he possessed to stab something or someone- even if he had no lethal injuries were going to be dealt. A job was a job, he supposed- even if he was half given to wonder how easy it might be to seal off the entire building and simply burn it to the ground. It wasn't as if a single creature here was deserving of life anyway, perhaps not anymore then he was. He moved to push that bitter thought away, at least for now, arms folding across his chest as he lent further back in his chair having accepted his fate for this evening- was to be deliriously bored watching a group of creatures attempt to dance- as if they thought they knew how.


Alekai Azrael Evero
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