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.

i'm more alive than i've ever been


Posted on December 10, 2017 by isolt griffin
North

isolt griffin

I'm more alive than I've ever been


Diplomacy had always been her fondest hope, even before she had taken the proverbial crown as her own in Damon's absense and had risen as Supreme of the Elysium coven. It had acted as the hand to guide every move that she would make in the moments since that initial gathering in the dimly-lit luxury of Ceara's lounge, and it had been the subject of the discourse she had shared with various leaders of Sacrosanct's many clans. Isolt had, over the span of the previous year, taken many strides to assert herself as the leader that she feared she may never become... the leader that she believed could not possibly reside within her, and yet she had succeeded in no small measure in constructing diplomatic relationships with several of Sacrosanct's most established.

And she could see the dissolution of one such relationship unfolding before her very eyes.

Though Claire's sudden backlash was not entirely unexpected, for truly she had wasted no pleasantries on Isolt when first they had met all those months ago, it paled so pathetically in comparison to the momentous explosion of energy from her compatriots. It was as if they were a powder keg and she the spark to set them ablaze, the barest gust of wind employed as their proverbial tipping point to unleash the flood of their caged ire. Isolt admitted herself marginally surprised at her own reaction, having hardly come upon the gathering with the intent to harm the other woman and yet, being no stranger to a raised fist, she had allowed primal instinct to force her hand... as it were. The same primal instinct for battle that seemed to spread as wildfire to those about her... moreso in Damon than she had ever experienced in all of the years that she had known him.

It was so very unlike any part of her lover that she had ever been privy to. And, up until this moment, Isolt had been under the distinct impression that she had been witness to even the most secret, guarded portions of the man she was to wed. The youthful vampire's eyes are drawn first to the decapitated head that rolls past her as if it were some haphazardly discarded rubbish, then to Claire whose own eyes burned ever brighter with rage as they paced a sharp line from Isolt to Damon. And then to Damon, her eyes adopting a look of abject horror at the heart that squealches sickeningly betwixt his vice-like fingers. "Damon, no... stop," she whispers beseechingly, the plea punctuated by the furrow scrunching her delicate brow. "Stop." The demand is louder this second time and cast in the direction of Claire as the woman seeks to round on her once again.

But this time, it is not Isolt's fists that give the other woman pause, but a curious net that clings as a second skin to the quickly-disoriented Claire. Isolt's eyes, her mind, linger upon the crumpled figure of her opposer, hardly bothering with the effort to listen to the words exchanged by the two men until the matter of Claire's posse is broached. "No," she issues, almost as an afterthought, a byproduct of the considerations and concerns that parade through the lense of her mind's eye. "And it's not Claire's coven, their chief's name is Xavier... and he'll be coming soon. We have to go back to the pub. Now."

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