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've got your ball


Posted on December 29, 2014 by Elenore Dorian
North
all this devotion was rushing over me, and the crashes are heaven, for a sinner like me, but the arms of the ocean deliver me.

The interior of the hotel exuded a sort of elegance that I found calming and intriguing. My parents had never had the money to expose me and my siblings to the finer things, leaving that experience a discovery for us to explore ourselves. The lack of income into our family made it so we learned trades to help us survive like cooking, sewing... All of my siblings save for one non-dark haired male, Finley, could cook. The boys were handy, they knew the ins and outs of machinery like cars and had a propensity to acquire such machinery under whatever means might be necessary. I had loved to sit with my oldest sisters and learn to sew and patch the clothes we'd had for far too long. I'd loved to stand in the kitchen, helping them chop whatever vegetables we'd been able to get our hands on and the herbs we'd been able to find in the fields near the house. The kitchen transformed the shack of our home into something more, giving us a window of opportunity to what a better life might have been. Maybe not better, per say, simply more extravagant of a lifestyle that none of us would experience until later in life. And now? The means were often at the mere flourish of my brother's hands. Without removing me from the mindset that I must work for whatever ends I wanted, he had given me a golden ticket. The golden ticket had given me a train ride with a destination of the very hotel I had wandered into with the objective of a job under the reputable Rowena Metcalf.

The crafted reply the witch offered me in retort to my acknowledgement of her menu simply spoke true to the nature that Davante had expressed to me. Surely she was sharp with an intellect as certainly bound to her as the icy edge of her voice, but I felt no effects of her words. They rolled off of my shoulders like a soft fog easily penetrated by lamps created for such a thing. Instead of shudder, her words gently pulled a smile to my lips.

"I never saw a job listing for a chef, it was a mere observation while already on the premises."

My words were polite, but with enough weight that the woman might realize I hadn't come with intent to replace anyone in her kitchen. I had wanted any position I could get, which made it difficult to keep the blossoming excitement from my eyes or from my voice. The witch, more likely than not, wouldn't tolerate my amusement, and with great difficulty I tried to push the delight to a corner far enough away that I would pay more attention to her command. The flourish of her hand was unmistakable, and a gesture I had seen time and time again from those who either gave themselves power or their mere presence commanded it from those around them. I stood promptly, following Rowena through the door with clipped steps as to let her lead through the halls of her fine establishment.

As the exquisite silver doors are thrown open, a cacophony of almost heavenly sounds greeted us. I wasn't sure whether or not this was an area of her hotel that Rowena enjoyed, but the familiar sounds, sights, and smells of the kitchen caressed all of my senses in a comforting way. While the blonde woman was neither inviting nor friendly, being in the kitchen allowed me a security that her office had not. It was a place I had spent hours upon hours in, honing skills I had been given by my older sisters in a place thousands of miles away from here in ... far less fine circumstances or with lovely tools. The curt words slipping from the witch's lips drew my attention away from the expensive tools and the phenomenal looking desserts looming at a sweet distance, and I tore my gaze away from the condensation on the merengue that should have been chilled all along to meet her gaze. Oh, how she did need a new chef. Her words affirmed the agitation that I might have guessed lingered in relation to the chef, and they brought a satisfied smile to my lips as I took a confident step into his place to survey the line in front of me.

I wanted to show the woman what I was capable of, but that wouldn't require words. Instead it required action; and probably quick action. There were hundreds of recipes on a spindle rack that might live on a countertop in someone's home kitchen just aching to be used by my memory, greeted with hundreds of different kinds of meats and seasonings. With a deep breath, I looked to the other employees waiting for directions before offering, no... Setting them into their own jobs with authoritative commands that I was sure Rowena wouldn't deem a small, petite and delicate looking woman like me capable of.

"Your orders are good," I mused, looking at the list of what Rowena's kitchen had ordered for their menu. "I will have you a coursed meal. Instead of cob salad," I shook my head, unamused with the option before narrowing my eyes at the list of ingredients I had. "Lobster with Romaine lettuce and a pepper-red wine gelee." Satisfied with my idea, my hands began working the moment words left my lips. It would take very short time to make the salad, toss it, and with the efficient hands of the other cooks the gelee was made and cooled before the satisfied expression rolled itself onto my face and smoothed the lines of concentration. "You've ordered Cod and Tuna, but there is Sea Bass in the inventory." The words 'Sea Bass' garnered the cooks attention, and they brought me the meat, allowing me to talk and prepare at the same time. I was intending on creating a Syrah sauce, unfortunately allowing my mouth to water as the fish began frying in its own oil embellished with leeks. The smell drew a small smile to my face, especially as these were ingredients that I had never been able to afford, but enjoyed working with. The sides? They weren't difficult. Spinach chips cooked in a glaze of truffle oil and minced garlic, cooked until crispy and lining the rim of the plate that the Sea Bass was laid upon beside its golden-squash kabocha and garlic potato compliment.

"Bon Apetite."




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