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.

they say i'm a god


Posted on April 05, 2017 by Iórkæll dværg
North




It's cute, how timid and broken she is. At his touch she flinches causing a glint to catch in his dead gaze. Her words fall upon deaf ears, his attention already turning to the hunters in the distance. She will get no reply from the viking, nothing more than a gruff noise more beast than man. Yet he manages to remain a gentleman, allowing her to step into the establishment before he does. He towers over her, a massive shadow that follows behind her closely. His chest radiates heat upon her, eyes darting amongst the patrons in an unbothered yet very bothered way. Doesn't make sense does it? Well nothing the viking does makes sense really.

It is a table in the back she picks and for this he is grateful. The shadows engulf his face, eyes startling in the darkness once he sits down. Burly hands remove the silver coated axe at his side. Funny. He carries the one thing that could be his downfall as his main weapon, the silver tipped axe shining in the limelight as he rests it against the back wall beside his chair. Her hand extends, offering his drink and his full lips twitch underneath his beard. Surprisingly, he is careful when reaching for it, not allowing his fingers to brush hers.

A small crash is heard and icy eyes flick to his left to watch a drunk man retrieve his now empty drink from the floor, laughter soars between him and his comrades. The viking raises his own mug, allowing the earthy drink to quench a thirst he did not know he had. Dribbles of liquid spill from the sides, falling into his beard as he tilts the mug back and back until nothing remains in his cup. A sigh escapes him, turning into a belch that he shakes off. Waving his hand in front of his face he leans his chair back on the two rear legs, booted feet rising to rest on the side of the table, one crossed over the other. How rude he must look, belching and sitting as he sits in a place like this. The voo doo room...heard it won awards.

"a pleasure, Raven. I am Iórkæll dværg, if that is too hard to pronounce, call me varg." his husky baritones are laced with ale, hands rising to intertwine behind his head as he gazes at her, sitting in silence for a moment. How uncomfortable she must be, him, this massive brute of a male, just staring at her with such an intensity. "who gave you those?" he questions lightly, head tilting in her direction to point out the scars upon her face. Eyes drift to her fully covered sleeves, an idea of what's underneath them. She could tell him, or not. He wouldn't care to be honest. It isn't his business and as far as he is concerned neither was she. Judging by the aromas triggering off her in waves, she had a mate who's job it was to do that and it wasn't this viking.


Iórkæll dværg
werelion - male - single - played by sunii



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