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

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.

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.

he'll only break your heart

Posted on May 15, 2018 by Tobias

Those near black eyes narrowed darkly upon that fountain as it spluttered and danced, sending shoots of water into the air only to come raining back down much to the delight of the children and many of the adults that surrounded them. Tobias, instead, was content to eye that water almost darkly. As if he feared it might somehow leap out and ensnare him with its wet.....wetness. That marble pool that contained the water however was another thing entirely. Those lines that ran through the stone carved a myriad of patterns, the boy near mesmerized by them as he lingered closer and closer to that pool. The children around him were all but ignored, Tobias often proving strangely tolerant of children in most cases and indeed they too seemed willing to accommodate the strange young man. Those long fingers reached out to touch that cool marble, Tobias content to mutter to himself as he moved to trace several of those patterns, one eye watching that water nervously all the same. Birdie near forgotten in that moment as she chastised him over his need for rest. Rest. That very word seemed to prompt some measure of consideration within him. He did like rest. Yes. Rest was a good thing but patterns were good too. Patterns, here and now, suddenly more important than food or rest. Tobias abruptly seeming to forget his complaint of being hungry and tired (it was surely debatable how hungry or tired he really was at all) in the wake of his sudden fascination with those marble lines.

His head seemed to tilt, his fingers following that pattern along right until it seemed to run into the hand of a young child, the dark haired Italian boy, no more then five or six, seated beside his mother- the sight of Tobias seeming prompt a grin to his little features. What are you looking for? The words were heavy with accent, the child so evidently taking note of Tobias' own darker skin and Raven's distinctly non-Italian look before choosing that accented english. For several moments still the shaggy-haired deviant was content to ignore the boy, his attention fixated upon trying to follow those lines that went beneath the boys hand. The child so apparently unperturbed as he near obediently lifted his hand for Tobias to continue with that pattern. Do you like lines? Whether or not Tobias had even heard that question remained to be seen, the young man content to continue to mutter to herself as Raven in turn considered that riddle Tobias had shown little ability to understand let alone find interest in. His gaze lifted abruptly to the boy beside him, the suddenness of that stare seeming to startle the child and yet he hardly appeared afraid in any sense.

"Yes. lines."

That Tobias had both heard and answered that question was perhaps alarming in itself, the boy rarely inclined to speak to strangers at all and yet that near odd sort of patience he had for children was perhaps content to display itself now. The little boy readily rising from his seat to let Tobias find the rest of those lines only for his Mother to reach out and snatch his hand, hurrying the child away from the oddity that was surely that lanky deviant. Tobias seeming utterly oblivious to those looks so cast in his direction as several more people hurried at off his way. The man at least reaching the end of that line he had followed all that way. His head nodding in satisfaction. He liked the way they moved, the patterns to be followed, the predictability and mystery of their path all at once, so much so he hardly seemed aware of that world around him- at least until that line was finished. Tobias turning to grin readily toward his mate with that lopsided look then, one hand pointing determinedly to that line.


That very pride within his voice was surely clear, Tobias searching his mates gaze then for some sort of approval in that completed task before seeming to lose interest in that fountain entirely. The boy wandering back to Raven's side then to glance down at that medallion she held so carefully within her hand, his head tilted once more before his own fingers reached out to run over that wolf in a mimic of Raven's own gesture. He did not understand that medallion or why it was important, his mind simply not truly capable of perceiving those intricate connections and riddles. Tobias understanding only that it was important to her. That idea alone perhaps assuring some off his own interest within it if only because it was birdie's possession and one she seemed to love even if he was mostly sure it was not a fun toy. The very idea that riddle might lead to treasure seemed to readily capture his interest, his gaze glancing upward from that medallion as he released it only to meet Birdie's own, his features near instantly frowning at the idea of a book.

"I do not....want a book. We will....ask Who. Where is...Who?"

His gaze continued to rest near expectantly upon Raven then. Tobias so clearly having misunderstood her works in that moment. The woman's insistence that 'Who knows' so seemingly having assured the boy that 'Who' was another person and one they could ask about books or treasure. Treasure, after all, was something worth searching for- books failing to prompt any true excitement in the deviant at all. Books, within the Ark, were very much Raven's own thing. The sudden flicker of something to the side suddenly seemed to draw the boys attention, Tobias peering intently behind Raven then before suddenly pointing down toward the end of the park. The deviant clearly in possession of decidedly good eye sight.

"Birdie! Look!"

Just what the unfortunate woman was so destined to look at remained to be seen, Tobias snatching her hand hurriedly within his own before taking off down that gravel path that led to the far end of the pack, Raven so unfortunately dragged along with him as he near ran. Several people watching them with a clear amusement. Tobias content to run the length of the park only to reach the base of a particularly giant marble statue.

"Woman....with beard!"

His hand gestured upward once more. Tobias assured that this was exactly what they had been looking for, the boy correctly having identified a bearded individual, one dressed in those long, flowing robes that had once been worn by Italian men and women both. The boy clearly having mistaken them for a dress. The hat upon the statues head perhaps hiding the long hair women so often wore, he was sure. Tobias gesturing again toward that statue. The boy unable to read that rather large print at the base of the statue so declaring it to be none other then Leonardo Da Vinci. Several other people staring blankly at him now for that declaration history's greatest inventor and King Dorian's childhood friend was, in fact, a bearded woman.

"Need to....get....beard off...."

Those final words were near muttered, tobias clearly beginning to search for a way up that statue...

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push