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.

Jack Hayes

the truth will set you free

Posted on May 21, 2020 by isadore dabney

the truth will set you free...
but first it will make you miserable

Thieves, vampiric murders that might be the work of serial killers, and now another potential story had fallen into her lap about a man who uses blackmail and has risen to the top, a chief of a company, by nefarious means. Not to mention the company also was rumored to sell weapons to those who paid the most, even the countries enemies. Typically, Issy didn't enjoy such stories. The corporate intrigue angle was more newspaper fluff but the information she had anonymously been sent was rather indicative of some shady shit. Plus, whoever had sent it was obviously stark raving mad at this Jack Hayes character. Seeing as the mayor was statistically correct in her last interview and the crime had not put anything of note on her radar, this was at least another piece that could potentially net her some revenue.

After all, who does a job without expecting some money?

She had discreetly reached out to one of the newspapers of Sacrosanct city to see their level of interest and been quite surprised (elated) at the ecstatic go ahead for the story. It seemed they were a bit short on some salacious news as well.

Putting the vampiric serial killer (alleged) onto the back burner since no new bodies had turned up in the last three days, Isadore had put in a call to schedule an interview. A 'business' interview, though she had fudged and hedged around the real reason she wanted to go. It wasn't that difficult to get scheduled though. Isadore had pulled her sleek blond hair back into a smart ponytail and donned a silk light pink blouse with a black business jacket and black slacks, lining her bright blue eyes with a light trace of eyeliner and some swipes of mascara. Her complexion was warm enough from a few hours in the sun the day before, a few freckles appearing along her nose. She never desired to cake on the foundation to even out skin tone - what was the purpose of hiding one's skin anyway?

Arriving at the building at half-past two, Isadore readies herself. She had done some background research on Jack Hayes but he wasn't an overly available character. All his dealings were legit enough even if multiple rumors surfaced of illicit activity. Part of her felt a nervous sensation - businesses were an entirely different ballgame than her usual focus. Businessmen had other businessmen do their dirty work and while Isadore met the world with a flippant sort of defiance, she had no desire to be on the bad end of a business deal. It reminded her of those old mafia movies her father used to watch, people in suit and ties who were clean on the outside but dirty on the inside where it really counted.

The elevator pings. Issy's hand clutches her leather-bound journal tightly for a moment before relaxing, pushing her shoulders back, head high and sauntering out towards the receptionist desk. Whatever nerves she felt, she couldn't allow them to be seen. She was the shark in these waters now and she would do the biting, not the other way around. With a disarming smile, she glances down at the lady, shrewd eyes taking in the brunette. The nasty email she had gotten about Jack had always specified his receptionists drug predilections and it almost certainly appeared true. The woman seemed too skinny for her own good and had that pinched look around her eyes and mouth of someone hankering for their next high. Isadore had seen it too many times on her investigations on the streets. Drugs were a real problem everywhere but big cities were hit hardest. Too many people packed in too small a space with too much despair.

"Isadore Dabney here for the interview with Mr. Hayes," she says briskly until the woman nods, rings a buzzer before repeating the message to the man behind the doors.

25 yrs/human/journalist-crime podcast host