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    The North

    Within the Northern vicinity of the city the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high class victorian architecture. The streets are paved with stone, the buildings are made of brick, and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting. In the North every establishment is made 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 - weather it be illegal or merely 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 allow them the luxuries that the North provides.

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    St. Pancras Station

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    St. Pancras Station

    A historical train station renovated in to a luxury resort-style country club that unites Victorian elegance with contemporary style. Relax in the full-service spa featuring spa treatments, saunas, spa pools with hydro therapy & aqua bar, and relaxation lounges. The club offers many dining and entertainment options including Seven Sisters Lounge, Victoria Bistro, Barlow Gastropub and the formal St. Pancras restaurant as well as boutique shopping and event halls. Join The Chambers Club for a more exclusive entertainment experience.

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    The VooDoo Room

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    The VooDoo Room

    The Voodoo Room is an award winning bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. The bar is filled with intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe to keep you coming back. Their mixologists meet the highest standards with our fantastical themed selections of cocktails and specials.

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    The Witchery

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    The Witchery

    Dark, gothic, and throughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's fabulously lavish suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence and luxury. The suites you have to choose from are: the Vestry, Sempill, the Old Rectory, the Library, the Turret, Heriot, Guardsroom, Armory.

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find your rest and be made whole76.233.25.82Posted On February 14, 2016 at 6:49 PM by isolt griffin


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Trepidaton seems to find him with its barbed claws, drawing a hefty weight upon his otherwise steadfast confidence and diminishing the proud commentary of before in favor of the pregnant silence that exists between them now. The transformation in his persona, subtle though it might have appeared to the casual observer, was noted quite readily by the auburn-haired damsel and succeeded in heralding an introspection of her own. At least some part of this must have been painful, to pull back the curtain and allow another individual a glimpse into a life lived separately from the tangible present. A life accented with such myriad agonies as despair, war, and love unrequited. It was no secret from her that Damon had spent the better part of a century perpetrating attempts to rid himself of these memories that plagued him so. Alas, one such plague of immortality was that the tapestries of their memories would forevermore bare the stains of their mortal lives. No amount of time would remove them, nor would they be capable of unraveling the threads that mortality had woven.

Helplessness seizes upon Isolt's insecurities in the moments that her eyes flicker over the frame of her lover as he lingers opposite her. For all of her many talents, Isolt could do naught but beguile them both with the fallacy of her continued interest in the artifacts that surrounded her. Intrigued though she certainly was, the youthful vampire was wrought with concern for her companion, the sorrow writ in the hard lines of his handsome facade.

And so she goes to him, traipsing cautiously for reasons even she is incapable of pinpointing. An angelic simper pulls lightly at the brims of her luscious ruby lips at his comment, though the weight upon her heart proves too great to allow any marginally acceptable appreciation of his compliment to shine through the veneer of worry that blinds her so. Instead she reaches out to curl her delicate fingers into the brim of his shirt, brushing lightly against his abdomen as she raises her eyes to his, teeth raking gently over her bottom lip before she whispers to him. "I'm here now," she lilts, vague suggestions of a blush tickling at the apples of her cheeks, "and I'll keep you warm at night if you'll let me."