Tzimisce Clan Wiki

    As Recorded by Archivist Calderon Szantovich

    Introduction from the Archivist

    I am Calderon Szantovich, last Voivode of the Veiled Archives beneath Mount Călimani.

    Long have I walked among dust and bone, bearing witness to the descent of my clan from gods of the Carpathians to whispers in the gutters of neon cities. These pages are not merely recollection—they are scar tissue. My vitae remembers what the younglings fear to ask.

    Do not mistake this for a mere accounting. This is testimony. This is confession. This is warning.

    Genealogy of the Line

    The Eldest

    3rd Generation

    The progenitor of our clan. Neither dead nor dreaming, the Eldest resides in the soil of our homeland, not merely buried but interwoven with it. Some say it slumbers. Others whisper that it devours from below. All Tzimisce are shaped in its shadow.

    Known Lineages from the Eldest

    The Dracon

    4th or 5th Generation

    Once called the Dreamer of Byzantium. Founder of the Trinity in Constantinople. Believed to have transcended physical form—or perhaps descended into madness. Sought enlightenment through Kindred unity.

    Gaius (6th Gen)

    Embraced for political balance. Fell into darkness—potentially Baali-corrupted. A cautionary tale in ambition and damnation.

    Goratrix

    5th Generation

    Once our brightest Koldun. Betrayed us to found House Tremere. His arcane defection gave rise to a rival clan of magic thieves. Banished. Cursed. Still feared.

    Lambach Ruthven

    5th Generation

    Prophet, outcast, and survivor of communion with the Eldest. Roams Eastern Europe bearing cryptic insights and mad truths.

    Radu of Bistrita

    6th Generation

    Defender of Old Clan traditions. Politely silent in Camarilla courts. Ruthlessly vigilant in his domain. He believes we should outlive memory—not embrace madness.

    Sascha Vykos

    7th Generation

    The Fiend who became a gospel. Once Myca, a Byzantine noble; now the apostle of flesh and paradox. Sabbat war-leader and theologian of transformation.

    Notable NPCs: Voices of Our Blood

    Sascha Vykos

    A being of paradox. Genderless, ageless, and ever-changing, Vykos's body is a theological statement. They crafted Sabbat doctrine in crimson and bone, leading crusades and inquisitions with a smile and scalpel. They are both saint and symptom.

    The Dracon

    Visionary of the Dream. Where others saw empires, the Dracon saw harmony. Their dream of Constantinople failed—but their memory lingers as proof that Tzimisce once had more than teeth and terror.

    Goratrix

    The great traitor. He knew our deepest secrets and offered them to usurpers. The blood mages still speak his name with reverence. We speak it with venom.

    Andrei the Ripper

    His kills are not accidents. They are curated performances. Andrei believes horror is a form of communication—his tongue is a blade.

    Histories, Doctrines & Dark Tales

    The Voivode Era

    We ruled like gods. Mountains bowed. Peasants prayed to our shadows. Our keeps were alive—sinew, blood, and stone. Mortals were cattle; Kindred were clay. We were sculptors of fate.

    The Anarch Revolt

    It was our childer who lit the fire. They refused our rule but inherited our fury. From that bloodbath rose the Sabbat—our bastard child, warborn and wild.

    The Cathedral of Flesh

    Built by Vykos, rumored to live still. It is said to pulse, breathe, dream. A monument to Vicissitude. Or a warning to those who misunderstand it.

    Path of Metamorphosis

    To transcend the curse of Caine by becoming something more. Or less. To shed form, name, soul. To become truth.

    Modern Nights: Tzimisce in the Final Hour

    The world digitized. We bled. The Sabbat collapsed into incoherence. Vicissitude is now whispered, not taught. The Old Clan hides behind ritual and pride. The young clutch cybernetic dreams and fail to comprehend what it means to rule.

    But we persist.

    Clan Timeline

    1. Mythic Nights

      The Eldest and the Birth of Voivodes

      Origins of the clan and the pact with the Land. Proto‑Tzimisce forge dominion through blood, soil, and sorcery.

    2. Byzantine Dream

      The Dracon and the Obertus

      Constantinople's experiment in transcendence—unity of Kindred and kine under the Dream. Seeds of Metamorphosis take root.

    3. Anarch Revolt

      Sabbat Kindled

      Childer overthrow tyrants; from the ashes, the Sabbat rises. Vicissitude becomes gospel and weapon alike.

    4. Modern Nights

      Shattering of the Sword

      The Sabbat splinters; elders vanish to the Gehenna War. Old Clan retreats, neonates improvise. Secrets go to ground.

    Disciplines & Rites

    Vicissitude

    Art of flesh‑craft and bone‑song. Reshape bodies and identities; transcend the prison of form.

    Animalism

    Command beasts, evoke the Beast in others, and commune with swarms—the wild answers the Fiend.

    Auspex

    Pierce veils of thought and spirit; perceive truths hidden in blood, memory, and omen.

    Koldunic Sorcery

    Elemental rites bound to the Land—streams, stone, storm. Ancient witchcraft of the Old Clan.

    Note: Ritual details are intentionally high‑level; consult sourcebooks for mechanics. This archive prioritizes lore fidelity and story hooks.

    Factions & Politics

    Old Clan

    • Guardians of koldun traditions and blood rites.
    • Skeptical of Sabbat excess; value dominion over spectacle.
    • Influence through subtlety, land‑ties, and old oaths.

    Sabbat Tzimisce

    • Vykos' sermons of transformation; crusade theology.
    • Vozhd and war‑thralls as instruments of doctrine.
    • Fragmented leadership after the Gehenna War.

    Camouflage & Court

    • Diplomatic faces in Camarilla courts (rare, pragmatic).
    • Pursue influence through masks, ghouls, and patronage.
    • Rivalries with Tremere remain generational and personal.

    Autarkis & Independents

    • Metamorphists, scholars, and surgeons of identity.
    • Reject sect dogma; pursue private apotheosis.
    • Maintain clandestine networks across old domains.

    Bestiarium of Creations

    The art of flesh is not idle vanity. It is domination made manifest.

    Szlachta

    The basic war-thrall. Formed from ghouled mortals or beasts, shaped with Vicissitude into monstrous foot soldiers. Extra limbs, bone-armor plating, and reflexive obedience make them efficient—if inelegant. Mine once sang as they marched.

    Vozhd

    Engineered from dozens—sometimes hundreds—of creatures. Controlled via Koldunic totems or Black Hand rituals. These living siege engines were used by the Sabbat to level entire Camarilla strongholds. Each is unique. Each is a heresy of design and endurance.

    The Whispering Choir

    A wall of faces. Once a monastery's inner sanctum. Now, a sentient archive that remembers all it hears. The lips speak only in whispers, unless you bleed upon them.

    The Skin Saint

    A childer of mine, now spread across vellum. Her skin holds sigils of forgotten rituals. Her mind still dreams, encoded in scar.

    Strongholds and Sanctums

    You may know cities. We know cathedrals of meat, monasteries of bone, and castles that breathe with old blood.

    Castle Bistritz

    Perched in the shadow of the Borgo Pass, this was once the seat of Radu of Bistrița. Its halls were carved into the mountainside, each stone containing a name, each wall listening. It is now a tomb—unless he calls you inside.

    Monastery of the Obertus

    Located within Constantinople's decaying quarters, its architecture defies Euclidean geometry. The walls sing in Koldunic tongues during equinoxes. Here, monks once fused scripture and skincraft. Many say Dracon still dwells beneath the sanctum, dreaming as statue.

    The Cavum Maledictum

    A buried Cathedral grown during the height of Sabbat experimentation. Said to house the remnants of the first Vozhd. Shunned even by Black Hand remnants. I have not returned in a century… yet it calls.

    Cathedral of Flesh (The Original)

    Built by Vykos as both fortress and temple. Its walls pulse with borrowed heartbeats. Its foundations drink from the earth below. It is not merely inhabited—it inhabits its dwellers in return.

    Final Reflection

    This archive is not a eulogy.

    It is a womb.

    Tzimisce does not fade. It evolves.

    So write your little histories, neonate. I shall write in bone.

    — Calderon Szantovich, Archivist of the Veiled Archives