Paitzu

Paitzu is a term that refers to golden passports featured in ‘’The Judas Strain’’’. There were three of them mentioned. In ancient times in the Mongol empire, they were given to important people and allowed people to demand supplies from local rules. The supplier can give anything requested.

There were three that had existed by the time of 2003. One was in the Vatican, another in the Hagia Sophia, and another in the tomb of Kokejin and Marco Polo. All three were collected by Sigma Force over the course of their journey.

Third paitzu
On the 3rd paitzu had text.

These strange apparitions held forth the crude chalice; and in plain and rigorous method inststed we drink. In such a mannner, we would be preserved against the dread pestilience that has truned the City of Death into a vision of Hell, as man consumed the flesh of his brother.

With such a promise, we each partook of the drink, which upon closer sight and taste was found to b eblood. We also were urged to eat a bit of raw meat upon a palm leaf, which upon closer sight and taste was some form of sweetbread. Only after such a consumption did I think to inquire as to the source of such offerings. The kaan’s man answered; and thus proved ourselves to be cannibals, already; for it was blood and sweetbread drained and cut from a man.

Thus were we treated in such ill manner, which would later prove virtuous as it did indeed protect us from a great pestilence. But there was a cost forf such a cure. Friar Agreer was not allowed to partake the blood and sweetbread. There was much murmuring nad pointing toward his cross and to the man who bore it. In the end, we were allowed to depart if we left Friar Agreer behind.

In his Grace and Blessed countenance, Friar Agreer insisted we escape. I wept hard, but obeyed the confessor. With his last word, he left me with his crucifix, so as to return it to the Holy See. The final sight of the noble man had him being led in the opposite direction; and I guesssed their direction. Lit by the fullness of the moon, a great mountain towered above the forest, carved with a thousand faces of demons.

May the Lord forgive my soul for disobeying a promise to my father, now dead. I must make one final confession. In that dread place, I discovered a map of the city, a chart that I destroyed upon the will of my father; but set to mind not to forget. I’ve recorded it here anew, so as to keep such knowledge from being lost forever. May whoever reads this ta ke good warning: the gateway to Hell was opened in that city; but I know not if it was ever closed.