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.

let them eat cake;


Posted on June 12, 2014 by Marjorie
North


If she had learned anything in the near 400 years of her immortality it was how to read people. She could sense the small drops of sweat that oozed off of Aloette as they entered the elevator, the way her heart beat raised ever so slightly. You could swallow fear down, you could store it away in your mind and never admit to it--but the body was such a fickle creature and gave them away to anyone paying attention to it. There was subtle signs of Alloette's physiology that she could not willing control. It seemed that she was either fearful of closed spaces or elevators. Marjorie's thoughts on that matter were quiet. It was valuable information that she would store in the endless recesses of her mind. She sips on the wine in her hand, a brow arching just slightly as Alloette declines in giving her given name. The Duchess tilts her head a miniscule amount to the side as she considers this other. It was as if two predators were coming to a head and circling each other all the while hissing and yet not showing their strengths in full quite yet.

She listens as Alloette spews out some business jargon at her that did little to reassure the elder vampire. There was that levelness but at the mention of who had keys, she saw the mischievous light that came into the blue-green eyes of the blonde companion. It was clear that her only adversary in this hotel building would be an old enemy that she had yet to see or this blonde beauty. It was such a shame, Marjorie could appreciate the body and looks of the girl. But Marjorie was not one that slept around on mere fancies of flesh and blood. She had had many loves over the course of her life, but in the end they all wanted one thing from her. Immortality. And once they achieved it, they left her companionship foolishly thinking that they were above she who made them. Needless to say, she had few descendents of her particular line. Then again, she was also not a creature that created flawed immortals of her race. Marjorie held herself to the highest of standards the way she held everyone else to the same standards. Some called her old-fashioned, but she considered herself to have classic morals and an albeit slightly twisted sense of right and wrong.

As Alloette opens the door, she gives the small, practiced smile, "Thank you Madame." She enters, the clicks of her heels the only thing heard against the floors of the Vestry. The brown eyes watched and looked for any sign of light being able to penetrate the room. It was a habit that she had picked up centuries ago. It was a Gothic feel, with all the niceties that she could hope for. She finds herself a chair near a small table. "This shall do quite nicely, cherie, thank you. Care to have a drink with me? Surely your staff is more than capable of running this fine establishment for awhile without you." There was nothing to show her true intentions, and in truth, Marjorie wished the girl no ill at this time. Besides, having a witch as a potential ally was nothing to scoff at. There was some comfort in knowing that monsters were hunted without prejudice and shouldn't that mean they should ally themselves together? In her younger days she had always thought of herself above the other supernaturals but in reality they were one and the same. Humanoid creatures that would never truly fit into the world they strove so hard to fit into. The world was a cruel place and one could be surprised as to the power of a group of determined humans. Marjorie did not give Alloette too much time to consider the venture. "Tell me, my sweet, what is your poison?"

MARJORIE de VERE
the duchess

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