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

OH FANGED ONES; i see fire inside the mountain


Posted on July 31, 2016 by isolt griffin
North

isolt griffin

I'm more alive then I've ever been


Isolt would have been remiss were she to deny that some not-inconsequential measure of trepidation marked her arrival at The Voodoo Room; early, of course, to allow for a few blissfully quiet moments in which to regain whatever composure she could lay her hands to. Composure that would surely be bolstered by Damon's assumed attendance and perhaps that of Crishlyn if Isolt fancied herself to be that fortunate. The youthful Supreme would require their presence, their support, and above all else their confidence if this evening's gathering was going to prove even moderately successful. The notion of standing solitarily amidst a cornucopia of Sacrosanct's elder vampiric populace, many of them far more established and time-wisened than she, was a daunting thing indeed.

But, for their sake and for hers, Isolt was prepared to do whatever was required of her.

Discreetly does the flame-haired woman saunter her way to the polished, sloping bartop to take up a choice perch next to the luxurious venue's proprietor. A dashing and darkly-alluring specimen, Isolt harbored a few myriad curiousities about her fellow businesswoman that, for the moment at least, would remain solely private musings. "Ceara, thank you so much for hosting," she cooes softly, offering up a characteristcally angelic simper and internally battling the nagging urge to fidgit or adjust her chosen garb. "Do you think any of them will come?"


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