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.
It had been ages since the assassin had entered a bar merely out of desire to have a drink. She managed to convince her master he was overworking her and she needed a night here and there or she wouldn't be completing her tasks as he liked. Shoving away the recent memory of 'convincing' him she comes to a halt outside of the local bar; The VooDoo Room. She had heard things about the place but had only been in once before to explore. Rolling her shoulders, she brushes her long white braid over her should so that it falls between her shoulder blades as she pushes into the bar.
It was loud.
Cringing at the closeness of the sweaty dancing humans and super naturals, she almost turns and leaves immediately but damn, she really wanted that drink. Swallowing down her annoyance of the patrons pushing into her, she realized she shouldn't have worn her black suit. Careful to avoid most contact, the last thing the witch needed was someone to accidently grab onto the wrong part of her and impale themselves on a blade, or poison the entire bar. Shoving through the crowd she finds an abandoned seat towards the end of the bar. Claiming it quickly she waves down the bartended and shouts over the crowd, "Give me your best bourbon!"
The bartender nods at her and returns with a double not on the rocks. Giving a small tilt of her head she hollers again, "Thanks! You can leave the tab open!" Leaning forward against the bar she sets her elbows on the table and swirls the amber liquid in the glass. It wasn't a cream bourbon, something much stronger than she was used to but she deserved a night off. Though, she wished she had decided to attend a less noisy bar, this would do for now.
Swiveling in her seat, she clutches onto her glass as she takes a sip, her icy blue eyes traveling the crowd for any familiar faces. Of course, she would never see anyone she knew at a bar like this, then again she hardly knew her companions and her acquaintances enough to know where they attended. Shrugging, she lets her gaze travel across the patrons again, taking note of the swaying bodies. The electronic music blew Vhalla away, she didn't understand how anyone could listen to this sort of racket. Shaking her head, she raises her glass to her lips again and sips.
Vhalla Solarn