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.
Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery
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.
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.
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.
"I promise not to bite you." he says. Dareios is concerned about Sorcha's on edge and flighty nature as she rushes to enter his home. He glides easily out of the way, one hand tugging at the end of his more casual sports coat before peering out the front door again and surveying the empty streets one last time. He sensed nothing out of place. The vampire did not know Sorcha well at all -- they'd only met just once, of course -- but the concern he felt stemmed from what he concluded was not normal behavior for the witch. Something had happened to her since he'd seen her last. Not once did he consider his own haunting actions the night they met could be the reason she was so uncomfortable here. He may have frightened her, but this was deeper than that, that much he could feel just radiating off her. So he studied her intently, watching her as she rubbed her hands together, as her stare darted quickly from one space to another, almost always avoiding his gaze. "In fact, I'd like to apologize for my behavior the night we met. I wasn't exactly ... myself." He decides that is as far as his apology will extend. It's difficult for others to understand that primal need to hunt that can so easily overtake one of his kind. Nevertheless, an apology was in order. He was usually better about these kinds of things. The tall, thin vampire then shuts the front door. The thick lock switches into place with a loud snap. He invites her to follow him into his office, the first door to the left of the grand foyer. There he directs her to sit on a couch in a sitting area caddy-corner from his grand desk. The dark room was walled by floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. An ornate chandelier hung from the ceiling, though its bulbs barely illuminated the room. He liked it this dark. "A century maybe. Or two. Can I get you anything? A coffee?" He offers, hesitating but planning to find a seat next to her. "I'm surprised you decided to come, if I'm being honest." He says, his hands finding brief refuge in the pockets of his slim-fitting pants. He was still studying her, watching her as she looked around his home and fiddled with his card in between her fingers. "But I'm happy that you're here. I think we can make each other a little richer by the year's end." Dareios | Vampire | Vinyl |