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 December 10, 2014 by Johnathan Blake Holmes
"Hey, a woman of good taste!" Blake gleefully announced to no one in particular, raising his glass in her direction though. While usually more reserved, the general atmosphere of the party and his own desire to have companionship overrode "common sense" or whatever it was that held him in check. Shifting his weight, he did a slightly awkward slide across the surface to end up closer to his new found companion- no matter if she had intended to invite his attention. "I'm Blake. No, I'm not drunk- yet- but I have decided to annoy you with my company while you have that drink. Though I suppose if you really don't want it, you could always just slap me or throw the drink in my face. It seems like a wasted drink, though, so if you're tempted to throw it, just say so and I'll take it off your hands."
Dear God, he almost sounded like his oldest brother. It was a nightmare coming true- he was turning into the outgoing Holmes. It was just one night though, who could it harm? Aside from any dangers of pretty women that turned out to be crazy/have crazy possessive ex-boyfriends/hidden sexually transmitted diseases (ha! Like it'd get that far, silly boy) or something silly like vampires. Ha, that last bit was a joke, get it? Because vampires aren't real but this was a Halloween party? Ha. Hey look at that, he was still simple Blake of the Bad Jokes. That was his super power. Bad jokes with little comedic timing. That and the power of alcohol loosening that tongue of his. He ought to consider reigning it in, and he would, buuuut... you know, this whole "wear a mask" thing was actually really kinda freeing. Sure, it was all fake confidence in an otherwise semi-unconfident male but hey, he could get off on this bravado for a little bit longer before he had to reign it back under control in the morn.
Mask
Suit
