The Tzimisce Viewpoint
"Ah, good evening my childe. I bid you welcome to my sanctum, my meat is your
meat, my wine is your wine, my bed your bed. Please enter and enjoy my hospitality."
"Sit my childe for it is now time for you to learn of your birthright. We are
the childer of Mehket, greatest amongst the Antediluvians. You will hear both the Ventrue
and the Lasombra call themselves the 'Masters of State,' but they often forget that
their Founders learned those lessons from our Ancient's hand. Never forget that childe,
when dealing with either of them, and never forget to subtly remind them of this each time
you deal with them."
"From time immemorial we have hunted along the banks of the Danube and Oder.
We ruled over the Carpathian peaks for millennia, we have always defended our
lands. Only under the combined might of the Lasombra, Ventrue, and Malkavians have we ever
been truly conquered, and they had to have the might of the Roman Empire to do it!"
"Their conquest did not last long though, with the fall of Rome, all of that
which the kine call the Balkans belonged to us once again. The so called Dark Ages was an
era of great scientific achievement for our kind, it was our golden age. We ruled
unopposed until the turn of the first millennium. While our brethren were sneaking for vitae, we
dwelt proud and unafraid, the kine willingly sending tribute to our door, they knew all
too well what ruled over them."
"Centuries of unopposed rule took their toll and lead to our downfall. While
we grew complacent we also warred amongst ourselves, sending our lands into chaos.
Then they came...."
"So busy were we fighting each other, that we missed the coven of wizardlings
who came to leech the power of our land. And they stole much more than that. The
abduction of one of our own elders lead to the Great Jyhad, one that will not end until
the last Usurper coughs up his stolen gift from under our hands."
"Our elders could have, and should have, wiped their blight from the face of
the earth, but they wavered. We found few allies amongst the other clans, and a few, like
the Ventrue, pursued alliances with the foul Usurpers. Our elder's centuries of war had
bred mistrust and they failed to unite in their cause. This is the only reason the
Usurpers survive to this night, and not because of their bastard creations, the Gargoyles, as they
would lead you to believe."
"And what of the other Kindred you ask? Well they didn't remain idle, the
Ventrue sent their German invaders from the west, as well as the Lasombra and the kine's
Inquisition. To the south was the greedy eyes of the Assamites and the Turks, and from our
east came the Gangrel with their Mongol hoards. And what of our sires? They sat complacent
and did nothing, sending us, their childer, to die for them."
"What fools we were for following their orders, but the oath of blood is
strong indeed. That is until Lugoj came to us upon Kupala's night. He showed us how to
break the shackles of blood the elders held over us, and with our new found freedom we
returned to our sires' havens, to burn them to the ground."
"Ours was the first blow in what they now call the Antitribu Uprising, soon
others began to follow our example, the Brujah, Lasombra, even some of the Ventrue and
Toreador broke free of the elder's tyranny. Soon it came to pass, one of the mighty
Founders, Lasombra, met final death at the hands of his childer. Shortly thereafter we unearthed
our Ancient and he was quickly felled by the mighty Lugoj."
"Yet as all infernos do, ours soon grew cold as well. Many of our 'brothers' quickly
begged for peace from the newly formed Camarilla, even the Brujah, as much as
they would like to deny it. The Assamites knuckled under to the Usurper's blood
curse, but for us...surrender was never an option. Never will one of us bend our knee to a
Usurper, never! Along with the Lasombra, a few Assamites who defied the Usurper's
curse, and the remaining Antitribu, we made our way north. If the Ancient's lackeys will
have a sect, then we shall have ours. It was then we founded our beloved Sabbat."
"As the decades passed we warred with the Camarilla, often to discover that
they were well entrenched in the Old World. Ever thinking of the future we turned our eyes
to the New. Our first victories were too easy, the Camarilla's stotic views allowed us to
quickly gain the upper hand. Many cities on America's east coast were founded by us,
cities that we still hold tonight, and we will keep until the Final Nights. We quickly made
our strongholds in Mexico to the south and the major cities of Canada in the
north. Come now my childe, do you really think that had Camarilla founded the United States
that it would be the nation it is today? Of course not, they and the Usurpers would have
ran it into the ground within three or four decades."
"What since then you ask. Well look and see. We still hold the lands of the
north, as well as Mexico. The east coast is all but ours, save Washington DC and Atlanta,
the former remaining in Camarilla hands due to nothing short of luck. With the Autarkis
Free States to their west, our noose is already around the Camarilla's neck, and we are
waiting for the right time to squeeze the unlife out of it."
"But enough of your history lesson. It is time for you to learn about those
whom you will someday deal with...."
Assamites: These Ottoman jackals have mastered the art of slaying and
Amaranth but little else. Do not seek to anger them, but instead channel their aggression
against your enemies, remember they harbor a special hatred for the Usurpers as well.
When one attacks you though, don't fail to smite him.
Brujah: Most speak out for and represent that for which the Sabbat already
stands, how delicious that those in the Camarilla belong to us already. Still, they are
far too disorganized to accomplish anything as a clan.
Followers of Set: They are snakes; we are Dragons. They had best slither
into their holes when we pass.
Gangrel: Their understanding of the Beast is second to our own, it is
unfortunate that instead they have chosen to devolve rather than transcend. But never forget,
we still share a common enemy in the Usurpers, for that treat them with respect always. We
always honor our allies.
Gargoyles: These Usurper half-breeds deserve not even a quick death, be sure
to extensively practice your Vicissitude upon them.
Giovanni: Yes, an interesting clan indeed. What a treat it must be to
torture a soul in this world and in the next. There is much to be learned from these hybrids.
Lasombra: So much effort and so many nights wasted in an endless chess game.
They think they rule because we let them. Allow them to direct their little
shadow play, but when necessary, dispel it with the harsh light of reality.
Malkavians: Their lunacy, while debilitating to them, can prove very
inspirational for you. Craft a goblet from a Malkavian's skull and drink it's blood from the
vessel. The residual humors in the brain pan will provide you with profoundly revelatory visions.
Nosferatu: When not bemoaning over their lost visages they are quite useful.
Their understanding of power in terror matches our own. If you can stand one's
presence in short, their information on the Usurpers, or anyone else, is first class. If
you can stand one's presence for the long term, you will find them excellent allies against
Toreador: Oh, how cute, domesticated little Kindred. They perform their
"talents" and demand that we like it, yet how they balk at ours. Their search for art and
praise bores one quickly, surely Caine would have thought twice about bestowing the gift if
immortality upon their line, if he knew they would waste it in such narcissistic masturbation.
Tremere: The Usurpers. Do not spare any chance to kill one. Rip our stolen gift form
their innards, and hang their skin upon your Manse wall. Feed their humors to your Szlachta and
the rest leave for carrion birds. Then we will truly begin to teach them the meaning
Ventrue: Were these fatally misguided dupes of the Antediluvians more like
the Lasombra, there would be reason to fear the Camarilla. These pale imitations of
majesty have forgotten who the true masters of the night are. In time we will remind them
Lupines: The werewolves are formidable indeed, but remember armed silver and
your Zulo form and they will think twice about attacking you. So much the better
that you can direct them towards some nice crunchy Camarilla Kindred.
The Camarilla: Listen. Do you hear it? The cries of lost humanity, the
feined devotion to the Traditions, lies of protecting kine. Oh forgive me, I thought I was a
blood drinking nocturnal marauder, but I must be mistaken. Obviously this sect is the
greatest tool for the Antediluvians, it is only a matter of time before we dull and blunt it's
Mortals: Now while most of our brethren in the Sabbat have no uses for the
kine, we are different. No doubt you will soon possess your own ghouls. I myself always
find my guardian Szlachta to be an excellent source to try new Vicissitude
techniques, and one always likes to have a Vozhd, your war ghoul, to take care of uninvited
guests. The rest are but test subjects and juice bags.
If you are interested in learning more about the Tzimisce Clan, go straight to the source
with White Wolf's Clanbook: Tzimisce.
The Tzimisce Clan Novel was an excellent read, it profiles the events in the first novel from
the Sabbat perspective and provides a unique insight into the mind of these Fiends of the