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 March 13, 2020 by Carolina Grace Bedford

Carolina Grace Bedford.

She couldn't help but notice how her mention of the specters that seemed to linger just on the edges of existence seemed to affect him deeply, his typically steady gaze dropping to the drink in his hands as he brought it to his lips for a distraction. It was a move she was well familiar with, even as she mirrored it though the pull she took from her whiskey was twice as long before she placed it on the table between them. Perhaps it was the alcohol or the fact that internally she was still reeling and grasping for anything on which to stand that caused her to let the full force of his name fall lyrically from her lips. Finding out who he was had been chance, though something in retrospect she was sure would have happened one way or another. You couldn't throw a rock in this town without hitting something he at least partially owned she thought with the slight curve of her lips.

His reaction however she had not anticipated, as she could near tangibly feel his withdrawal though she was unsure why it would so alter their relationship. Nothing had changed except her gaining an explanation for a few things, the fact that he was wealthy and held status of some kind had been apparent since the night she had first encountered him. She had trained to spot money from across a crowded, smokey, badly lit bar. It hadn't altered how she felt about him, she merely found it another intriguing facet of his being and thought it an amusing way to tease him. The smile that had curled around her pink lips faltered slightly, though desperate to cling to the distraction that was keeping her mind from the darker corners that continued to pull at her. His reply was short and without elaboration despite how her eyes, near turquoise in the reflected light of the city, lingered on his face. There was a sense of fear that things had shifted which began feeding off the adrenaline that still lingered in her system. She scoffed lightly at his question, grabbing on to it as a distraction. " I think you're the only one who has ever referred to River Dale as Swanky," she said, scoffing lightly at his remark before continuing. "And you of all people know what would bring me here, in one regard or the other." Her soft voice trailed off, slender fingers beginning to draw slow circles on her arm in thought as the process somehow grounded her.

Aquamarine eyes flitted to the darkness that seemed to linger on the edges of the twinkle lights that danced overhead. "It's hard to turn it off, a distraction works best but a noisy bar where no one knows your name mixed with a stranger and a drink works even better." She mused softly, unaware almost of the power that was beginning to leak out of her as instinctually she caught to calm herself. That ability to lower inhibitions something new to her and typically only coming in useful when easing some newcomers to the bar into a sense of ease but it worked on herself as well. It had already lingered on the surface tonight, earlier used to enhance the... connection she had shared with the stranger downstairs and so it sat like a halo around her still. Her gaze moved back to him finally, searching his features as she smiled slightly and offered him a slightly sheepish smile. "Then again I assume I'm preaching to the choir."

One eyebrow raised in jest before she brought her glass to her lips once more and let the burn of the liquor anchor her in the moment. There were too many things to think about, too many questions to ask, too much to want that it just seemed easier to let it be washed away.

Run away with me
Lost souls and reverie
Running wild and running free
Two kids, you and me
Long live the pioneers
Rebels and mutineers
Go forth and have no fear
Come close the end is near