A Diablerist’s Guide to Vitae
So, in all my years of unlife, I have decided to share my personal opinions of the vitae of each clan. Yes, there will always be some variation among individuals, but the base flavor remains the same regardless of the different members of each clan.
Banu Haqim: Unique in that they have three flavors among their castes. However, all have a particularly bitter taste, with their Viziers being the most appetizing among them with a flavor that reminds me of the spices I tasted when I still drew breath. Warriors are the least preferred, being pungent and raw, like blood left in the sun. Sorcerers have a certain appeal, but their vitae is maddening in ways difficult to describe
Brujah: Hot and hard to swallow, like their personalities. It serves well should one travel in a colder region, but without it I would rather choose something else. Their more educated elders are passable however, and I savor the knowledge that comes with feeding on one of the learned
Cappadocian: One might expect the clan most touched by death would lack the flavor and sustenance of the other clans. That person would be wrong, for each is a scholar in their own right, and the knowledge mixed with the scant tastes of something other than the kindred leaves me breathless at times. Pity the Giovanni had to be born
Gangrel: Surprisingly passable. The untamed nomads are rich in flavor, comparable to the choicest cuts of meat one could taste. Their widespread bloodlines add even more touches to an already expansive palate. I wish I could taste an Ahrimane again, that first one was enchanting… who was she?
Giovanni: The best way to describe these putrescent wastes is vile. Imagine stagnant water, except several times worse
Lasombra: The shadows have a nice quality to their vitae, a cold, refreshing sting that leaves one feeling revitalized. Perhaps it is their darkness breathing new life in this dead shell of mine
Malkavian: Sharp, and indescribable. It’s quite addicting, but the voices I’ve heard in my mind’s eye are enough to cause me to turn down further opportunities
Nosferatu: Like overcooked meat, passable but not particularly satisfying. Still, the variations among their kind can be flavorful in their own way. One in particular was quite filling, but it was as if being referred to as Nosferatu angered them. Strange…
Ravnos: I do not feed on another of my own
Salubri: Their vitae is like iron, sharp and coppery. Perhaps it is due to their nature of being the “purest” of our kind, but those who feed on the Unicorns should best take a sip and no more. They have a tendency to fight back even years after the amaranth
Toreador: Sweet and flavorful, like flowers and fruits mixed into one’s drink. I cannot complain should I come across a rose, for they are always just as sweet
Tremere: Strangely, it can best be described as being as if I decided to eat the soil beneath my feet. There is a harsh, metallic flavor to it, and while there are hints of the sorcerers magics, it’s little more than a faint aftertaste
Tzimisce: Interesting, rich and earthy in flavor. Still, I would not risk a further attempt unless I’ve staked one, lest I lose access to another limb for several months
Ventrue: The so-called lords of our kind have only two redeeming factors. Their ability to act as a puppet ruler, and the high quality of their vitae. It is like drinking the richest wines in the land, pity their skin is tough to bite through
Followers of Set: To describe the serpents is to try and describe the flavor of poisoned honey. Sweet, but acrid. I will say no more on the subject
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