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.

virtue has a veil, vice a mask

Posted on May 16, 2018 by Raven Clocksworth
i'm not ashamed of my scars, i'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.

It was a very good idea to get out of the palace and roam around the Italian city. Although she enjoyed wandering around the halls to soak in the architecture and artwork, she was eager to get out of the palace. Even so much as breathing caused her anxiety to increase. Everything here was just.....extravagant. Everything was trimmed with gold. There were rare and expensive vases just sitting there on their columns. The woman was terrified her feet would scruff the spotless title, or her mate would run into a vase and shatter it to a million pieces, or climb on those columns to get to the ceiling to see the pretty artwork. When she ate food she was presented with exquisite china and silverware. For the first night there she could hardly eat her food and pick up the silverware to use, afraid it would crumble in her hands. Living in a palace like this did her no good. Especially with how the staff tried to treat her like a Queen, eager to answer her beck and call, and that was just causing her anxiety to drive up in overload. It was far too much. So, being out and about in the town seemed normal and it caused her blood pressure and anxiety to trickle down immediately.

Being in the park brought a sense of relief to her. The fresh air was very good too. Being around society, normal society and not high class society, was awfully comforting. The mention from her mate being 'tired' was answered with a gentle and humor tone. It was amusing and yet she wouldn't heed to his desire to rest or have food. After all he had only eaten an hour ago, and they hadn't walked that far. Frost told her to start on the riddle while she was away, and although she didn't like the man, she understood the necessity to get this done as quickly as possible. It wasn't like there was a ticking time bomb or the world would end if she didn't get the riddle solved in a timely manner. However, she would be happy to solve it, and at least understand it. Blue-grey eyes looked over to her mate as he became fascinated with the marble. All those lines and cracks within the marble surely was mind-boggling to him, finding them extremely fascinating. So many times she found him at the palace following those cracks, silently or muttering to himself, the man overwhelmed by them.

As he was following the cracks within that marble fountain she noticed how there was one particular boy there sitting. A bit wary she watched him carefully hoping that Tobi would be well-behaved. It was odd, but he was always so kind and gentle with children. He was actually carrying on a conversation with this one! With adults it was always a 50/50 chance of things going wrong, and most of the time it did. A small simper would appear as she watched the two speak, the boy lifting his hand, allowing Tobi to continue to follow the lines. Perhaps if they had children things would be okay! It would be difficult those first few years, of the child crying and constantly needing attention. However, when the child got to walking and talking maybe then Tobias would be more involved, and actually willing to be with the child more often. Maybe they could try to have their family. The thoughts of children were shattered when she saw him grinning at her, loudly proclaiming he found something. With a smile she nodded not quite sure what to say. Giggling softly at his comment she shook her head explaining to him gently.

"There isn't anyone named 'Who.' Saying 'who knows' is an expression, it's a saying. Like 'go to hell.' You can't literally go to Hell."

Sometimes it was okay that Tobi didn't understand everything. It brought a bit of wonder in her life to see how he thought. He was quite intelligent in different things, others hardly knew, but that didn't matter. His exclamation to look made her tilt her head to the side in curiosity. Did he want to follow another line on that fountain? As he snatched her hand she yelped when he proceeded to pull her to run along with him. Keeping up with him she followed him to an area where there was a rather large stature of a man, surrounded by other statues. Puzzled she got up closer with her mate noticing at the bottom the name of who the statue was. Blue-grey eyes widened in shock as Tobias said they would need to get the beard off the woman. Oh no. No no. No no no no no. This can't happen. No no. This simply cannot happen! They CANNOT break a statue, especially one that showed LEONARDO DA VINICI! No, no no no! Shaking her head she spoke gently, but a bit firmly.

"Tobi, that's a statue of Leonardo da Vinci. Leonardo was an extremely intelligent man. We need to find a woman with a beard, someone that is you and me, not a statue."

Without wasting any time she kept her hand in his and promptly strolled away from that statue before he had any ideas. She did not need him to case an international incident especially when Dorian was gone. Surely they could be freed if the King of Italy came to their rescue, but that would be a terrible public embarrassment. Raven didn't want to do anything that would harm his reputation. Her thumb would gently rub the back of his hand as they continued to walk away. Looking back to him she kissed his cheek so as to distract him, speaking very softly to him.

"You were very nice to that boy back there. You have always been good with children. Let's just walk around, get some fresh air and exercise."

Raven Clocksworth.
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