From the Outside In
Lies , Damned Lies
You may question why — with our interest in experiments and physical transmutation — we do not mix with Tzimisce . It ’ s a good question . The harsh truth is we harbor aversion for Fiends who experiment by adding new orifices , appendages , and similar . It ’ s all so vulgar . Yes , there are rare metamorphosists who impress with transcendency of the physical form . A cabal of Kiasyd has attempted to follow their Path of Metamorphosis , as it does speak to the part of us craving change . You ’ d do well to study it . Alas , most Tzimisce are simple children who ’ ve not yet passed Freud ’ s phallic stage , and so cannot be approached . They have no refinement , and it ’ s offensive to compare their experiments with ours .
I will hear no more on the subject !
From the Outside In
Throughout our meeting , you ’ ve been pulling disgusted expressions whenever I speak truths . Truths are , frankly , impolite to air . Our bloodline does not make the mistake of telling other vampires the truth , and risking impropriety . We remain civil , even aloof , when met by other Cainites . It ’ s easier to lie when wearing a mask of politeness and couching dialogue in deference , use of titles , and formalities . We sip vitae from silver chalices , dab our lips with handkerchiefs , and nod sagely as the Archbishop speaks .
Not so when among our own . Airs of graciousness are dropped during the Grand Symposium , for instance . Among our kind , we speak with candor and honesty likely to horrify others . We practice acts I dare say would even make debauched Toreador antitribu blanch .
When we feed in private , the masks drop . I know of a Weirdling cauchemar who creeps into sorority houses to feed . If the grounds fall in the territory of another vampire , he feeds without leaving a trace , except for perhaps pleasant dreams in the mind of the vessel . If the grounds fall outside of said territory , and the Kiasyd knows himself to be alone , the inside of the sorority house becomes the scene from a nightmare . Expect survivors so traumatized they ’ ll never recount the events . They ’ ll likely kill themselves before anything other than screams leave their freshly lipless mouths .
We ’ re not savages or sadists , as a rule . Everything we do is done for a reason : experimentation , pushing our boundaries , drinking blood from a wailing vessel when compared to a weeping one , and so forth . We record the results in our diaries , and when we meet fellow Weirdlings , we share our findings . Some Kiasyd feel the need to remain in touch with their Humanity , and that ’ s acceptable , if limiting . If they can contribute to the greater work of our bloodline while imitating genteel vampires of legend , more power to them .
INE BLOOD — PART-COAGULATED THROUGH SHAKING — INFUSED WITH AN AROMA OF ALMONDS AND BRINE , WITH A SPLASH OF SODA , WHIPP WARNING ! PREPARE YOUR PACK WITH A STAKE IN CASE OF BEDLAM !
Personally , I savor the intoxicating taste of fear .
Lyssa ’ s Froth
n THE TASTE OF PURIFIED RAGE IS POTENT INDEED , AS LYSSA ’ S FROTH PROVES . PRIMARILY FORMED OF LUPINE BLOOD — PART-COAGULATED THROUGH SHAKING — INFUSED WITH AN AROMA OF ALMONDS AND BRINE , WITH A SPLASH OF SODA , WHIPPING CREAM , AND SUGAR SYRUP ; THIS MULTIFACETED BREW IS BEST CONSUMED FROM A TALL , SILVER CHALICE .
Lies , Damned Lies
The Kiasyd bloodline of Marconius is the only one extant . This is fact , but a hard truth to swallow for those who claim differently . Such liars need to be put down quietly and properly . There are many lies doing the rounds these nights , none of which hold a grain of veracity .
One is Hrotsuitha has returned from the Abyss after a millennium submerged in its tendrils . Supposedly , she ’ s quite insane , violent , and seeks to do irreparable harm to Marconius and his descendants . A few Kiasyd have fallen silent in the last decade , but I attribute this to torpor or a natural desire for seclusion . Boogeymen stalking our dreams and eating us from within is a nonsense tale , designed by Kiasyd with rampant imaginations . Talk of Weirdlings claiming to be of her bloodline is likewise poppycock .
Additionally , there exists the dangerous myth that it ’ s possible to Embrace a changeling . This lie gathered momentum some centuries ago . Falsehoods with enough impetus can become truths — at least until they ’ re quashed . I tell you now ; Embraced fae do not become Kiasyd . They die horribly . To concede the possibility is to concede our founder is no more than one of the fair folk , unlucky enough to have been on the end of a Lasombra ’ s fangs . It would also mean everything he ever told us was a lie .
In our case , I prefer the truth with bad intent .
58 KIASYD