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.
me and the devil, walking side by side
Posted on December 20, 2014 by R. METCALF
Rowena had hoped, in some distant and fabled place, that ushering this atrociously disheveled patron to his quarters would herald the end of their rather useless interactions altogether and allow her to be well on her way to attending matters far more pressing than the one before her. His judgment of the frequent accommodations extended to Hunters by herself and The Witchery was surely not the first, and would hardly prove the last in a sprawling series of narrow presumptions regurgitated by haplessly constricted and, more oft than not, affected minds. Rowena was a businesswoman, and to forcefully alienate an entire (and rapidly expanding) demographic was a faulty trade decision that this businessman was apparently happy to indulge regardless. She, however, knew full well the various and unique benefits of the symbiotic relationship she shared with the Hunters who proffered her their regular patronage.
It is a conversation which she is content to allow to roll from her back as water, having long ago succumbed to the notion that to argue with fools was a labor whose toil was best employed elsewhere for vastly greater gain. The transition is flawless if for no reason apart from his admittedly expected suspicion of her declaration. A knowing smile slices her features as she waits as patiently as she had before for him to make his entrance into what would serve as his quarters for however long he might deem appropriate. "And you will understand my skepticism that your defenses were as advanced as you might believe if they were, in fact, obliterated as you say. You might just have to trust me on the matter... or don't, as it makes no difference to me." Her final statement is accented by the gentle and curt shrugging of her shoulders as he finally immerses himself in the lavish offerings of her establishment.
Despite the sweeping look of exhaustion etched plainly and unabashedly upon his features, it surprises the autocratic blonde dowager relatively little that he turns to her for one last verbal spat. The equivalent of a dying man's last defense, perhaps. Both the smile and the sage pools of her eyes are overcome with a flicker of something far darker and more enigmatic than anything that had existed heretofore in their brief conversation as she scans him. No blush caresses her cheeks, no feminine chortle echoes to assuage the non-existent embarrassment of his ill-mannered forwardness. "If I were of the belief that even a little pleasure might come from that... I would." And with that, Rowena pivots upon immaculate heels to, finally, take her leave of the vagabond and his equally as dissatisfactory feline companion. "Have a pleasant evening, Mr. Dorian."