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.

i'm not selling out, i'm buying in


Posted on October 13, 2014 by R. METCALF
North

Poised and delectably sweet is the smile she offers to him, betraying not even a modicum of the venom that lay within as his calloused fingers curl about the proffered goblet. Rowena brings her own, far less ornately adorned, glass to her ruby lips, savoring the dry bitterness of this particular wine as it rasps against her tongue. The notion that he might suspect foul play of her is hardly one that sullies her thoughts, for Rowena has dealt quite extensively with the populace to know that exceptionally few are as cunning as they present themselves to be. So very limited were the number of individuals who possessed enough room within their brains for their pride and for their wit, so many preferring to accommodate the former for its ease and its flashiness. But not Rowena. No, the blonde seductress had learned from an early age in a guardian-less childhood that she was master of her own mind and that her peculiar brand of intelligence could not easily be matched.

The change in the hunter is subtle and yet it would seem that both women, being practiced of their craft, noted it in quite immediate fashion. The towering blonde matron does not look away from her charge as the brunette speaks, the smile perched upon her lips growing devilish, dark. "Such a shame, how ever will I deal with the regret of not being sex kitten to a Hunter?" Her words are a purr, venom dripping from every syllable. It would not have been the first Hunter lured into and tangled within the silken sheets of her bed, for she found so oft that they wished to taste of the fruit they, as a race, had deemed forbidden for themselves. And so it is of no surprise that this Mr. Malone had proven himself of the same devious mindset as his peers; however, the mere premise that he might deem himself capable of forcing sexual compliance from her is an abjectly displeasing notion.

One for which he would pay handsomely.

One slender finger, tipped in impeccable dark lacquer, travels to her chin in a beautifully pensive gesture as Rowena moves to draw her imposing frame ever closer to the man who stands, so clearly awash in his own self-imposed stupor. "Unfortunately, he's not really my type. You're welcome to have a go if you'd like, it is your potion after all," she lilts, turning to the lithe brunette, polishing off the dregs of the fine red wine as she does so. A pause stifles her movements, impish delight flashing brighter than any flame as it comes to life in her pale green eyes. "Or," she begins, eyes flicking from the brunette to the bleary-eyed hunter. "I know someone who would gladly indulge him... in a manner of speaking." Indeed she does have a particular individual in mind should the brunette deny this half-hearted offering. Rowena turns to her would-be companion once more, one perfect brow pitched skyward. "So?"

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