North

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

Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery

Eternity

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 September 26, 2021 by Alistair Rosenthal
North


Alistair felt it instantly in the pit of his stomach, that churning anxiety, an apprehension that caused the hair on his arms to stand on end even beneath the freshly pressed material of his tuxedo. Vampire. The vibrant green of his gaze turned upward to scan the crowd as he lackadaisically brought the glass of bourbon to his lips. At the very least, he could hear no shriek of panic, nor did he see anyone fleeing from some attack of the undead. Alistair's lips pressed together in a firm line as he moved towards the silent auction, his instincts were on high alert, even as he strolled calmly through the myriad of prizes on display. It was...peculiar for Alistair to sense their kind without an immediate attack following in the aftermath. Though he hardly believed that all of their kind were the personification of evil, he had yet to actually meet a vampire that didn't immediately leap to some attempt to murder him. For the moment, however, the artist allowed himself to be distracted by the auction as he wandered purposelessly through the set up tables. At the very least, the auction seemed to be doing significantly better this year, the items up were of higher caliber then he had anticipated given the events of the last year and a half.

He turned down the next makeshift aisle, only to be faced with a collection of artwork. A large majority of them were pieces from the students and recipients of funds from the Art Institute's various scholarships and yet, amongst those stood two pieces Alistair knew well. They were leagues apart from those that surrounded them - works from men who had years of further experience displayed in each brush stroke. He approached the two canvases, his gaze but briefly deviated from them to the man who presently stood in front of them. As he neared, that nagging instinct only seemed to increase, the one that almost chanted in the back of his mind, vampire, vampire, vampire. For a vampire, though, there was something almost...familiar about him. He had a face that Alistair was certain he'd seen before, somewhere. He hardly seemed terribly inclined to pounce upon the Dark Hunter in some crazy blood-hungry frenzy and so, for the moment, Alistair was content to simply ignore him as he approached the cityscape his coworker had painted. His own name was quickly written down on the sheet in front of it, even if Alistair was contributing to the bet the two had placed on whose piece would earn more. Seeing his coworker's face when he brought it in to announce his triumphant win was surely worth the few hundred dollars the bid was currently set at.

It was the soft mutterance upon the vampire's lips that drew Alistair's gaze upward and towards the man. His eyes turned back towards the cityscape in front of him as the man nodded in agreement. "It is." The last thing he expected was for the man beside him to point towards his own painting, only to start his preference for that one. Alistair's brow rose slightly as he eyed the suspiciously warm simper upon the man's lips, only for the vampire to snatch up the pin in front of the bid sheet to write down his auction number and a bid for - wait, WHAT?!. Alistair practically choked on the bourbon he'd brought to his lips as he glanced down at the sheet after the vampire was finished. His gaze darted up at the man, and then back down to the sheet...and back up at the vampire. "That piece is...definitely not worth that much." He insisted with clear incredulousness. His artwork had never sold for twenty thousand dollars! A few hundred at best, maybe! Surely the vampire was just messing with him. Or maybe it was that whole...show of a grand donation to the Art Institute? At the very least he was certain he'd won the bet on whose art would sell for more, he supposed.

Alistair
Rosenthal

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