" Welcome; a thousand welcomes! I am honored that we could put aside the Jyhad''s foolish rivalries for a night, that you might come under my eaves in the spirit of - eh? You start? Ahh - that noise! A trifle! Nothing that need concern you, sweet guest! "
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Since its first nights the Tzimisce has been a scholarly clan. Just as the Ventrue and Lasombra clans have traditionally led the Kindred through their trials, and the Toreador clan has crafted diversions to make un-life bearable, so the Tzimisce clan has sought answers to the riddles, underlying vampiric existence. Accordingly, Tzimisce are among the greatest Cainite scientists, alchemists, historians and metaphysicians.
However, Tzimisce are not content to sit and think. They are experimenters, more-so than philosophers, and the world - particularly the mortal world - is their laboratory.
To purify their thought and detach themselves from human subjectivity, Tzimisce either founded or developed the various Sabbat Paths of Enlightenement. The clan was also instrumental in creating the Sabbat's various Auctoritas and Ignoblis Ritae. These beliefs and rituals serve diverse purposes: engendering solidarity among vampires, providing new habits to replace human-learned ones, and fostering an understandingof what it means to be a vampire. Some Lasombra whisper that perhaps the words and gestures of the Ritae serve other, more sinister functions: worship of forbidden beings, for example, or distraction from the clan's true aims. The Tzimisce, of course, deny such allegations. Many Tzimisce beliefs have been subsumed into the machinery of the Sabbat, but some remain unique to the clan.
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Broken, separated, disorganized...
We the Tzimisce have fallen far.
In our moments of weakness, the worst possible outcome...
The hounds have come. Our castle burns.
Did the werewolf follow us? We are not even sure how many they were, or if one was the same that had once attacked us...
Bitter resentment is what we are left with after fleeing our home.
Did out comrades survive? Where would they have gone..?
A new city. A new home. Gather, dear children!
Band together once more, for the revival of our great clan!
Those who can not find us.. Those who can not return to us...
We will not mourn. We will only forget.
Those who return... We shall rule the night.
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As of April 20th, our own Seaport Hotel has been sold to a private party, who has declared that no guests will be accepted. We do not know the name of this individual, nor are we able to contact them regarding any questions. The former owner, too, is remaining silent on this matter, stating only that a fair price was paid. 
