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.

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Posted on November 21, 2018 by Rixon Leifsson

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That vague simper danced near fleetingly across his lips in the wake of Malia's ready delight in seeing a menu she could more readily understand, his illusionary power more than capable off affording her images in place of words if only to prevent her feeling inferior to any other seated at that table. He knew what it was like, after all, to stare blankly at a page when everyone around you command a near effortless ability to read. Frost- for all his faults- decidedly kind when it came to his own pack. After all, each member within it had been judged both useful and valuable to him. They stood beneath his protection and served as his own in turn. They were worth his time and attention. Any other being was merely tolerable at best until they had proven themselves otherwise. Henry, if nothing else, at least mildly entertaining. His thoughts a veritable circus as they tumbled and turned within the confines off his mind. My, my, my, but how intriguing a being this Henry was. How very...dramatic his life. It could have been a daytime soap opera- if Frost had cared for television in any sense. His idly comment so prompting a scowl from Malia along with a short huff as she declared that animalistic part of Henry was afflicted with the same fierceness that often seemed to seize Raven with ravenous abandon. Henry, in turn, suddenly seeming to become aware of that very affinity Frost had toyed with for most of the night so far. The mans query on whether or not he could see 'memories' met with a simple shake off his head, after all, it was not memories he saw, not exactly and yet the other man was hardly too far off as he so requested that privacy. Frost content to afford him a response all the same as his gaze lingered evenly on the man, his fingers drumming lightly on that table in a gesture near absent minded.

"I see your thoughts. I see memories only if you think on them. You are right though, they are your thoughts to have alone. I have seen all I need so I will refrain from any further prying as you wish. As Nadya said I use it more often than not to make sure no one I watch over is in any danger."

Words could lie, after all, but thoughts could not. Malia, in the least, in no real danger from this man in any sense. The stallion content in turn to afford Henry that privacy now. Frost nodding to Nadya in that thanks for her input. His girlfriend, though often quick to speak her mind, did so out of care. Those cool, easy lyrics slipped from his lips all the same before Henry turned to Malia to insist that talk off his feral-ness was another fact he hardly cared to share aloud. This one, in the least, met with that simple wave of Frost's own hand as if to dismiss the matter entirely.

"There is more than one Were in this world with that affliction, I offered to help Raven learn to control her own though whether she will take up such an offer remains to be seen. It can be controlled though, with practice. You will work it out in time."

That Henry had come as far as he had already was....impressive, to say the least. At this rate the other man would master it before Raven did and she held years more practice beneath her. That very mention of the past and that age-old feud that had once existed between those packs readily prompting Nadya's defence. Frost unable to prevent that touch of a simper from touching his lips at his girlfriends determination to have that truth known. Nadya, he knew, still felt some level of scorn for the whole affair and perhaps rightly so. Henry, for his part, offering a somewhat diplomatic response by insisting he had not been their to witness it and indeed had no comment. Perhaps this was how he had managed to get on with Malia so well. He knew when not to start a fight. Hmm. Maybe he was more intelligent than Frost had given him credit for. The war horse offering his own details to that story, summarized thought it was. Malia herself having been unaware of that very past until now. The intrigue upon her face perhaps suggesting more questions from her later, Henry affording that information little comment before the waiter arrived for those orders.

That query on just what Henry did for a job saw his own gaze return to the man once more. Henry insisting working for the Ark was hardly his thing and that most of his time had been spent on training. Hmm. The fellow had sense then. At least, sense enough to continue training.


He offered simply. Frost so hardly inclined to give praise in any real sense and then, when he did, it was so rarely more than those simple words in turn. Nadya making mention of that little mexican man even Frost had come to know as the guard of the door. Jackal still having a habit of eyeing him warily after their...ultercation and yet his and Malia's efforts to save the Ark from total destruction by a monkey pack had, in the least, endeared the man towards him again. The arrival of that food briefly distracting him then as he pulled that salad towards him. Frost largely content with that vegetarian meal. Even if Nadya's own did not smell entirely appetising. Frost eyeing that beef with a mild curiosity before glancing to Henry once more.

"Malia tells me you helped her the night she was shot by a Hunter with a bow. Where did you learn to pull arrows out? Do you have army training of some kind?"

He hardly looked it and yet he knew better then anyone else that those looks can be wholly deceiving. After all, ho often was he himself underestimated if only for his rather short stature? Frost so extending his affinity towards Nadya alone then. Those words pressed only to Nadya's mind. "Before we leave tonight, Naja, I would like a moment alone with Henry. Could you invite Malia out onto the Verandah with you or some such later on? I hardly intend to bring him any harm but there is something we need to speak off."