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.
So stay with me, don't leave me with the medicine
Posted on October 20, 2014 by Johnathan Blake Holmes
Thankfully, a fast Google of "What do men wear to a Masquerade?" and Blake had his answers. Looked like the simple and safe bet was a suit and mask, easy enough. He would still have to find the mask but the suit, he had something that could work. Well, it was more like a tux (from one of those fancy-schmancy weddings he mentioned) so it may be a bit overkill for the event but it was what he had on hand. Yes yes, he was weird that way. He had a tuxedo that fit but not any real suits. You know what though? Blake cleaned up damn nice. Speaking of cleaning up, the lad was going to do the rare task of shaving his face- not trimming, not tidying, but an actual shave. His poor stubble would simply have to grow back to perfection, not that it would take long. Blake was one of those "lucky" gents that seemed to be in a constant state of stubble. His damn facial hair seemed to grow stupid fast, hence why he didn't try to keep the clean shaven look- that and the razor burn. Oh god, the razor burn.
Back to the topic on hand though: the Masquerade! Digging to the back of his closet, Blake grabbed the protective bag holding the tux and dropped it on the bed. He unzipped the bag, a little surprised to find that, oh yeah, he got the one with the white jacket just to piss off that stupid bi- er, his charming sister-in-law. Tell him it looked stupid will you Beth Mouth-full-of-coc... Er... He would never say anything harsh about her. Never. Hm, he still needed to find himself a mask though...
When Blake arrived at the masquerade party that evening, he was a little surprised at the turn out already. Now, he got that it was a town-wide invite but somehow he hadn't expected the whole town to show up. He made his way toward the door, white jacket flapping open in the wind as he tied the mask over his face. His way toward the door was hindered by a beautiful distraction in the form of an old American beauty. He would have to see if he could find this driver (not likely) and congratulate him on it. God bless American classics. Once he finally made it inside, it became the challenge of searching the crowd for some form of familiarity in the sea of masks. He wormed his way through, investigating this almost-familiar look with that one until -
Hey, was that Serafina? Hm, probably not but still, kinda looked like her. Well, instead of plowing through blindly, let's grab a drink. He was still (mostly) successful in his attack to quit smoking (again), especially thanks to Sera's little weird vial of liquid things. What did she call it, Majoram or something? Hm, he had meant to look that up but forgot about it. "Scotch and soda." He would keep it mild right now, hit it harder maybe later on. First, he wanted to find a friendly face to heckle. It was a bit overwhelming in this sea of faces.
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