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.

Maybe Im a Different Breed -Risque-

Posted on May 28, 2014 by L U C I A N
North Reopen Thread


Maybe You're Better Of This Way...

I've got an itch. One that's needing scratched...

Problem is, it's one of them annoying son's of bitches you can't reach on your own. The wolf in me is restless, even after all the productive work I've been up to. The Full moon had not fully sated my inner beast and already paws burned to find some new form of entertainment. In the late evening hours the Devil's Den was all but abandoned, the stockers in the warehouse having already left for the night and Raven having gone home to hr other apartment. Even Tobias was nowhere to be seen, but I was confident that he still had the shop in his sights, apparently fully devoted to keeping his vigilant guard.

I was glad the leopard had embraced the role, and I found it ironic, that I was beginning to think of the big cat as a friend. I never exactly was a fan of cats, after all.

With no more work to be done, and nothing but the blank walls of my new flat to stare at, I felt boxed in. So, I donned my favorite pair of black leather Boots and the same worn leather jacket I'd been wearing since I was still just a punk kid and threw them on over the denim jeans and plane black wife-beater before slipping out into the crisp night air.

There was no moon to be seen in the sky, in fact it was darkening to a black-purple, thunderheads rolling in and the sky smelling of rain. A storm front was on it's way, the massive super cells already lighting up the citiscape horizon with white hot fork of lightning. Ahh... so that's what had my blood set to simmer. Spending all day indoors I'd gotten so caught up in my work I hadn't even paid attention to the weather.

Even now I can feel tiny jolts of static electricity singing through my veins and crackling across my skin. But my power wasn't something easy to control or reign in, and though I've trained myself to the point of disciplined skill, I still only ever used such enormous power when it was absolutely necessary.

I took to the streets, boots scuffing the sidewalk with a firm definitive stride and I smoothly stalked the several blocks of warehouses into the more distinguished part of town. Here the buildings were much more ornate, lavished in crown molding and hand-carved details from men that had taken more pride in their work in the distant ages past. Back then, such things as architecture were not only a craft but an art form. I rather liked the look of them, with their cathedral-like pinnacles and neo-gothic stature.

One of these victorian-chic establishments grabs my attention, the large bay windows offering a glimpse of the dark, elegant ambiance within. The Voodoo Room It was called. The name made me smirk, the sounds of conversations and good times to be had resonating through the doors.

"Well," I brooded to myself. "Not like I got much else to do," And as the first rumble of thunder booms across the late-night sky I step inside and take a seat at the bar.

"Get me an 'Blood Sucker Bombshell' and make sure it's got some bite to it... Top shelf brands only." I growled to the bartender. Usually I go for a stout brew, but I guess I was feeling a little frisky tonight. This particular libation featured absinthe and schnapps, vodka and a splash of goldschlagger for effect.

I glance around the place while I wait on the cocktail. Bodies move to and fro about the room, men and woman congesting on a small dance-floor in the corner while others took to the lavish sofas and loveseats set about the place.

But nothing was really catching my eye. Nothing was really jumping out and clawing at that itch in the back of my mind.