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.

COULD YOU BE A COMPANION OF DEATH?


Posted on October 26, 2014 by ANTAROS BELGAE
North
An nì a thig leis a'ghaoith, falbhaidh e leis an uisge


The blonde Hunter is the first to truly notice my presence. To sense the old world magic that runs through my veins. I give him my attention, a brief and discreet nod of acknowledgement for a job well done. Even to my own mind I sound condescending. Though to be fair to our blonde haired friend he must be quite old himself to sense the endless immortality I possess. However, the moment I am past him, the Hunter takes a backseat in my mind. He's no longer important. Not really. I have the other two Hunters placed in the room, an unconscious part of my mind keeping tabs on them. You don't live to be my age without developing an extra sense of awareness.

The paleness of my gaze lands on the young crimson haired Vampire. Judging my circle gathered in her vicinity, she is either the hostess or simply as very popular entity. It matters little in the grand scheme of things though and I quickly let that line of thinking drift away. The softness of her greeting reaches my ears and I smile. Sort of. It's a light lilting of my lips, though it barely changes the overall emotionlessness of my features. The way she presses herself closer to the other Vampire does not escape my attention. There is a relationship there. A trust. I wonder what it is. For even I can sense he is not her Maker and the gesture is too innocent to be sexual. Hmm. The other male Vampire reaches out his hand and introduces himself as Damon. I fix my pale gaze to his, and lifting my hand I place it in his. My grip is firm, but not overly so. I am not aiming to 'show-off' in any capacity. "It is a pleasure Damon. I am Antaros, Taro for short." I always give my nickname, for the pronunciation of my real name tends to elude most people. Thought it is understandable since the language has long since died.

Abruptly my attention is seized by the presence of someone so familiar. It is a sensation I haven't felt in centuries. The bond of a Maker to his Progeny. His aura grows heavier until I can feel it pressing against my own. The light thud of knees hitting the wooden floor has me turning around to gaze into a face I could never forget. "Erik." I breathe his name in wonder and reverence. My hand moving from my side to land gently on his shoulder. My fingers tighten, as if to assure myself I am not lost in one of my many memories. He's real. Right here in front of my after so long. I feel like laughing, though I find I don't remember how. Instead, my lips spread into a genuine smile, a light long lost and dead flaring to life behind my pale eyes. It transforms my face into boyish wonder I am sure, though I find I do not care. "I am here my child." There is so much more that needs to be said, but not here. "We shall talk soon. You will accompany me to my home after this event has reached its conclusion." It is not a question.

The sensation of movement comes from behind and with a blur of motion I am once again facing the circle of supernaturals. The barefooted boy, a Were of some kind has placed himself between me and 'them'. Ah. So it is to be like this. I am the outsider. Powerful and unknown. It would not be the first time and most certainly not the last. His broken speech os effective, if I knew what the hell he was talking about. Was I from Sin? I didn't know if the boy meant literally, figuratively -- or if I was judging correctly by the impact on the final word, either a place or person. Interesting. I tilt my head to the side, thinking back over the millenia. "I don't believe so." I pause, considering for a moment how to proceed. "If you mean am I from sin, that would be your own opinion to decide. Not everyone has the same beliefs when it comes to my kind. If you are referring to a person or a place of some sort, then no, I am not from Sin." I pause again, allowing the boy to digest the information. I keep myself between the boy and Erik, for it is only natural that I do so. "Judging by your defensive posture and the agitation in your tone, I can tell that this 'sin' is not a good person or place. There are bad memories linked with this association. If I am making you all uncomfortable, I will take my leave." I would do so. I plan to be in this town for awhile and starting off on the wrong foot is never a good thing.

OOC: I decided to try a new style out for him. Sorry if it's really bad.



Antaros Belgae



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