Shadow of the Tomb Raider Documents

Documents

In 'Shadow of the Tomb Raider' you have the choice to pick up documents that will add more background information to characters, locations and mythologies.

Also See: DLC Documents

The Missionary

JOURNAL OF T. SERRANO

A page from a journal.

24th of November, 1603

I accompanied Andres Lopez, a group of twelve soldiers, and two molossers, through the jungle. The directions the Jesuits provided to Trinity were excellent, so we discovered the hidden city with little difficulty.

The natives of the city welcomed us warily, but we plied them with gifts, and they reluctantly allowed us to enter the city, unaware of our true intentions.

Lopez has begun to search for the artifact, while we distract the city’s leaders.

JOURNAL OF T. SERRANO 2

A page from a journal.

26th of November, 1603

At dinner, Lopez asked me if I believed these heathens were worthy of the artifact’s alleged power. I had to admit that the Paititians seemed noble and industrious, however their taut skin stretched tight over sinewy muscles, and lack of shame, made them more similar to beasts.

“And what of our leaders in the Society?” he then asked. “Should they be able to wave their perfumed and ringed fingers in any direction, and expect us to obey? To return and sit at their side when they beckon? Do they not treat us as inferior beings? As beasts as well?”

I had no answer. What he’d said was heresy and treason, but in some way, I wondered if it wasn’t the truth.

JOURNAL OF T. SERRANO 3

A page from a journal.

29th of November, 1603

After dinner, Lopez left the city. I followed, worried he might not return. I found him standing by the riverbank, lips moving as though in prayer. Not wishing to disturb him, I waited. His communion with God must have lasted through the night, and I regret to admit I felt asleep, for the next thing I knew, Lopez stood smiling serenely over me, the morning sun behind him, creating a halo. He helped me to my feet and clasped me in a strong embrace.

“Truylos, I know where to find the artifact,” he whispered in my ear.

JOURNAL OF T. SERRANO 4

A page from a journal.

30th of November, 1603

With a local man as a guide, Lopez, the soldiers, and I set out from the city before first light. Just as well, as a terrible flu began to spread through the population.

Lopez is convinced this artifact does not lie in the city itself, but somewhere just outside. I asked if it was not somewhat hypocritical to enlist the help of those loathsome people.

"Do not loathe them", he said, "any more than you would these molossers. They are all creations of the Lord our God. As are we."
I told him I was stunned to hear him speak in this fashion, but he took my hands and we prayed. The energy of his faith ran from him to me, until I felt the chains of doubt fall from my heart.

Gates of Hell

A WARNING

Scratches on the walls.

A rubbing taken from the walls of the cenote. It is simply a large X and the word "run".

JOURNAL OF T. SERRANO 5

A page from a journal.

1st of December, 1603

We’ve entered a cenote not far from the city, and set up camp in a small alcove. Lopez has spent the evening staring into the flames, utterly ensorcelled, his dinner untouched.

Twice I attempted a conversation, but his silence rebuffed me each time. He is utterly focused on this artifact. If I were a more superstitious man, I would wonder if the artifact is speaking to him directly.

The soldiers keep to themselves as well, they seem anxious for battle. One of their dogs stared at me all evening, as though I were to be his next meal.

JOURNAL OF T. SERRANO 6

A page from a journal.

1st of December, 1603

A strange noise woke me in the middle of the night. I found Lopez still staring at the fire, though now it was nothing but coals. I asked him if he’d heard the noise as well, but all he did was grunt. I wrapped a blanket about his shoulders and built up the fire again. Then I sat and listened. Far off shrieks and hisses, likely distorted by the twists of the caverns. But underneath all those sounds, I heard a faint thrum.

I’ve heard something like that before, but rarely, and only when in the deepest of prayers.

It sounded like the voice of God.

JOURNAL OF T. SERRANO 7

A page from a journal.

Undated

Strange warriors pursued us through the caverns. We moved quickly. Too quickly for an accurate description. Most of the soldiers fell in battle. They were valiant, but outmatched and outnumbered.

Eventually, Lopez, I, and a single surviving soldier reached a magnificent temple. I cannot imagine how the people managed to build such a structure so deep underground.

A massive door blocked our progress. Lopez, his voice frantic and breaking, ordered Perez, the last remaining conquistador, to stand guard while we worked on the mechanism.

The door began to roll open. Our celebration of success was drastically cut short by the dying screams of Perez.

The sound haunts me still.

JOURNAL OF T. SERRANO 8

A page from a journal.

The door closed and a silence settled, so great and so vast I held my breath for fear of breaking it. Lopez turned to me, his eyes wild, a smile screwed across his face. He came toward me, arms outstretched, and for a moment fear flickered across my heart. But he pulled me close, his fingers digging into my shoulders.

“I've found it,” he whispered In my ear. And releasing me, he wandered through this room. Walls of pure jade reaching up to the heavens, completely covered in intricate etched mosaics and carved figures. I followed at a distance, as he approached an altar, and watched as he lifted a silver box from it.

JOURNAL OF T. SERRANO 9

A page from a journal.

21st of December, 1603

Lopez had grown pensive since exiting the cenote. I led the way, and when I turned toward the city, at last he spoke, calling for us to stop. Then, after swearing me to silence, he shared with me a secret he had been carrying:

“That night by the river, I met with the Emperor. I confessed to him who I was, who we are, and the true purpose of our visit. Trinity’s fattened leaders, too busy with politics for even the morning’s prayers, are not worthy of the Box. The Emperor and I agreed that the only way to keep it safe from them was for me to claim it, take it far from here, and hide it, until one of the Paititi royal line, a Chosen One, can follow his antecedent’s clues and rediscover it.”

Having thus unburdened himself, Lopez turned on his heels and set a course deeper into the jungle.

Angel De La Cruz

DE LA CRUZ ARRIVES

A journal entry.

Brother de la Cruz appeared one day, emerging from the jungle, breathing new life into the mission. There were just the three of us when he arrived, and Sister Doretea had been ill for many weeks. He and his associate began to work that first day.

By the next week, de la Cruz had recruited a workforce of three dozen. They have repaired the bell tower and worked the fields, planting crops. Brother de la Cruz aims to make us self-sufficient. We'd spent so long alone out here, I'd worried we'd lose God's ear.

Lo and behold, we not only had His ear, but he sent another to act as His hands as well.

DE LA CRUZ LEAVES

A journal entry.

The others are worried that Brothers de la Cruz and Serrano will not return. I have so far maintained they will. That they always have. But in my heart, I am beginning to believe we have seen the last of them, and that grief weighs heavily.

We will continue their work. Either they will return to find we have not forgotten the teachings, or they will look down on us from above, and bless our continued labors.

JOURNAL OF T. SERRANO 10

A page from a journal.

25th of December, 1603

It has been four days since we turned away from the city. We travelled in silence, and in circles, guided by a confusion of grief, relief, and celebration.

Lopez and I exited the jungle and landed in a clearing, under the gaze of several faces carved into the side of the mountain. Lopez had an... episode, as he later called it. He threw himself in front of the faces and screamed for forgiveness. The heaviest sin on his heart was abandoning Perez to the strange warriors. They had grown close over the journey.

Try as I might, I could not console him. So, I built a fire and waited, as he decried his actions and pleaded for forgiveness from the silent stone faces.

JOURNAL OF T. SERRANO 11

A page from a journal.

26th of December, 1603

Lopez woke me, having already prepared a Spartan breakfast.

“This is where we were meant to be,” he said, a cold determination in his voice, so very different from how he acted just the day before.
I finished my meal, as he spoke of holy retribution. How he had acted in error, but now God had put His hands on his shoulders and shown him the path to walk.

“We will spread the true word of God from this small mission” he said, pointing to an adobe building just beyond the stone faces. “We will prepare the path for the Chosen One to follow, for only he who does will be worthy of this Box.”

JOURNAL OF T. SERRANO 12

A page from a journal.

30th of December, 1603

Lopez has just returned from a nearby village, and with him came a group he says will follow him, and help us with construction. There was something strange about his behavior. I attributed it to the long journey through the jungle. That night however, he admitted what had been bothering him.

“They’ve followed me,” he whispered. “The others.”

He walked off. I spent that sleepless night worrying about his deviations toward madness.

JOURNAL OF T. SERRANO 13

A page from a journal.

18th of December, 1604

I’ve neglected this journal for far too Long. We’ve worked hard to build the mission. Every day more people arrive, native villagers seeking conversion, soldiers tired of war, others whose faith has been tested by the long, dangerous journey through the jungle. All lured by Lopez’s gospel of purity through labor. We work from sunrise to sunset, and then Lopez, or Angel de la Cruz, as he now calls himself spends his evening preaching the missions purpose: to test the Chosen One.

He’s calmed considerably, and if he believes something pursues him still, he keeps it to himself.

Tomorrow we begin to build the library, where the Box will safely rest until it is ready to be found by the Chosen One.

Mystery of the White Queen

LETTER TO CONTRACTOR

A letter from Dad to a construction company.

I just wanted to thank you for your discretion, as well as the work you have done. The vault has been constructed exactly to my specifications.

The final payment will be sent at the end of the week. The delay was due to an accounting error, which has now been rectified.

Yours,

Richard Croft

LETTER TO WINSTON

A letter from Dad to Winston.

I have thought about it many times, and I am still adamant that Lara be spared from this terrible grief, as you call it. Having her constantly thinking about her mother will only be more painful. It is better for her to be a child and not be burdened by such heavy thoughts.

If you do not desist in this campaign of yours, I will not hesitate to terminate your employment at Croft Manor.

LETTER FROM WINSTON

A letter from Winston to Dad.

Sir, I understand these last few years have been more than difficult for you. We all miss Amelia terribly. However, I worry Lara has begun to forget what little she knew about her mother. A terrible thing.

I realize it is not my place to pry, but have you reconsidered talking to her about Amelia? My belief is that it would help you get over your tremendous grief, and bring you two closer.

Pantheon of Gods 2

URCUCHILLAY

QUECHUA
A depiction of Urcuchillay.

This is a little bit unusual. It shows herds of sheep, llamas, and goats. But one farmer wouldn’t usually tend three distinct herds like this.
That one llama, alone on the hill. That must be Urcuchillay, the Incan god who watches over animals. Urcuchillay was often depicted as a llama. This is a dedication from all the local herders to the one who protects their flocks, thanking Urcuchillay for the preservation of their livelihood.

SUPPAY

QUECHUA
A dedication to Suppay.

This is a dedication to Suppay, god of death and ruler of Ukhu Pacha, the Incan underworld.

It entreats him to come forth, with his legions of demons, and to converge on this site, where the local people will do him honor, with written poems extolling his greatness, or offerings of food and drink.

By paying him the respect he deserves in this way, the local people pray he will only take those he must, and not harm any others of their community unnecessarily.

PACHAMAMA

QUECHUA
A depiction of Pachamama.

A dragon. This must be depicting Pachamama, the Inca goddess of motherhood, earth, and time. She presided over fertility, the harvest, and planting. Her body was the mountains, and she was also the cause of earthquakes.

People used to make miniature pieces of clothing, with highly intricate designs solely for the purpose of burning them in dedication to her. That would account for the scorch marks on the floor. And those brown stains must be llama blood - another popular sacrifice.

MAMA ZARA

QUECHUA
A depiction of Mama Zara.

This must be Mama Zara. I always thought her forms of worship were a fun tradition. She was the Inca goddess of grain, and her name means maize mother. So if ever a farmer found a strange maize plant, they would dress it up like a doll, in honor of her.

She was also the goddess of willow trees, so sometimes the farming communities would hang one of their maize dolls from a willow tree, and dance around it for her.

INTI

QUECHUA
A depiction of Inti.

There’s no mistaking that bright, golden disc. Inti, the most important god of the Inca. He was the god of the sun, protector of the people, and the provider of warmth and light. Some legends also credit him with teaching humans the ways of civilization. And the Inca emperors were either considered his lineal descendants, or the physical incarnations of Inti on earth - depending on which emperor you asked.

VIRACOCHA

QUECHUA
A depiction of Viracocha.

This depicts the story of Viracocha, the father of all creation. He formed the heavens, the earth, the sun and stars, the moon, time itself, and all living beings, including the other gods.

At first, Viracocha was considered to be the supreme god of the Inca, but with time that honor passed to his son, Inti, the god of the sun. Still, Viracocha retained his link to the sea. His name literally means fat - or foam - of the sea.

CONIRAYA

QUECHUA
The legend of Coniraya.

Coniraya, the Incan god of the moon. He was relatively low in status, so he didn’t have a mate. This tells the story of how he reshaped his sperm into the form of a fruit, which impregnated the goddess Cavillaca when she ate it. This pregnancy came as quite a surprise, since Cavillaca was a virgin.

But when her son was born, the boy immediately solved the question of his paternity by crawling right toward Coniraya. Cavillaca was so humiliated by Coniraya’s low standing that she fled with her son to Peru, where they turned into coastal rocks.

KON

QUECHUA
A depiction of Kon.

This depicts the Inca god Kon. He was the son of Intl the sun god and Pachamama the moon goddess. Kon was in charge of the wind and the rain, although in some legends he was only in charge of the weather that came from the South, while his brother Pachacamac was in charge of weather that came from the North.

Expedition Unknown

JACK'S JOURNAL 6

A page from Jack Fawcett's expedition journal.

9 August - I am leaving this page here to assuage any mystery should the rest of this quest prove as fatal for me as it has been for my party. My name is Jack Fawcett. I set out from Cuiaba, Mato Grosso on the 20th of April, 1925 with my father, Percival Harrison Fawcett, and my best and long-time friend, Raleigh Rimmel in search of Z. I am the only one left. My father was lost to a pair of fierce jungle cats and Raleigh to blunder. I myself am worse for wear, but refuse to give up. My father believed we are close to Z and so do I. So leaving two graves behind me, I will push West still, with the hope that I am not walking to my own end.

FAWCETT’S LAST LETTER

A letter from Percy Fawcett to his wife Nina.

My dear Nina,

Once again, the attempt to write is fraught with difficulty. However, those flies and bees and bugs galore that I wrote of before, all of those pinhead-sized stinging horrors, would have been a welcomed attrition now that I have faced down tooth and claw. I fought bravely, but the confrontation did not go in my favor. I will spare you the details out of compassion, and not egotism. My wounds have been packed with yarrow and are stable, but I can feel infection in the blood. If you are reading this then you know I have not survived this place. I instructed Jack not to go on. We lost young Rimmel a few weeks ago.

This place, Nina, is not meant for the likes of men, and I will not rob you of a son as I have a husband. I’m tired now. Jack is sleeping by the fire, and I am certain that when he awakes, I will have slipped into my own slumber.

I love you, Nina.

Goodnight,

Percy

A Community in Need

A PROVERB

A pictogram of a proverb.

Do not hide good food from guest, because it will turn into worms.

FUEL FOR THE FUTURE

A theory on oil refining.

I’ve been doing some research, and I think we might be able to set ourselves up with a homemade refinery. It’s going to be a lot of work though and I can’t do it alone.

- We'll need to build an oil tank. 1000 liter capacity. The hull of the ship sunk in the river could be used for the tank. Any volunteers for a salvage mission?

- We’ll need to set up a system to collect the crude. Who wants to be in charge of the bucket brigade?

Once we get these things set up, we should be able to make diesel, kerosene, and petrol. Enough to fly the planes, and eventually, maybe even turn a profit.

TRINITY’S OFFER

A letter from Trinity.

Continue to restrict the distribution of supplies. When we come through the area, it’s better for everyone if your people are more concerned with their next meal or their child’s fever, rather than with what’s happening outside the village.

As promised, once our investigation in the area is complete, we will provide monthly rations equal to double what you currently receive from CARE, for 24 months. Provided you keep up your end of the bargain.

Cordially,

Estella Diaz

Director of Community Outreach Programs

Order of Trinity

FAMILY TREE

A family history.

Looks like this is Abby's family tree. Her family has lived in this village for hundreds of years.

And it seems as though she's somehow related to most of the villagers.

Pantheon of Gods

DEADLY EARTH MOTHER

YUCATEC
A depiction of the Aztec goddess Coatlicue.

A heavy-breasted woman wearing serpents around her waist. This is Coatlicue, whose name literally means “skirt of snakes.” She’s also called Teteoh Innan, “the mother of the gods." She gave birth to the moon and the stars, and had over four hundred children, including the sun god Huitzilopochtli, who was also god of war.

In addition to being a mother, she’s seen as the devourer of all that lives. It’s said that she was herself sacrificed to bring about this current age of creation.

THE WINGED SERPENT

YUCATEC
A depiction of the god Quetzalcoatl.

Here’s Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent. The Aztecs worshipped him as a force of nature, responsible for the wind and the rain. In his most wrathful tempers, these natural phenomena became extreme, acting to cleanse the earth and sky. Through that, he also became associated with justice, and with mercy.

According to one legend, he had misbehaved with his sister, and to atone for his shame, he set himself on fire. Then his ashes rose into the sky, and he became a god of light as well.

Conquerors

FIRST CONTACT

YUCATEC
A depiction of the omens foretelling the Spaniards' arrival.

As it was foretold, heralded by the column of flame burning through the night, and the destruction of our temples, and the warnings of the weeping woman and the two-headed man, the strange warriors astride great deer, arrived with the rising sun. They murdered the weak leaders, and claimed the land and the people as their own.

A KING’S RANSOM

Details of the ransom of Emperor Atahualpa

The heathen emperor begged for his life to be spared. He offered the Spanish Crown a room of three by six varas to be fitted once over with gold, and twice with silver. The Crown, with great and undue benevolence, accepted this offer.

Within two months, the ransom had been paid.

The idolater, however, could not be trusted. When the cursed plans of his general’s surprise attack were exposed, Atahualpa fell to his knees, begging for mercy. His fate would be decided by fair trial, as the right of any man in the Spanish Empire.

He was found guilty, and sentenced to die, but before the execution, he accepted the Lord and will be welcomed in the Heavens above.

- Excerpt from An Objective Account of Pizarro in Peru, by Ochoa Aceves

EPIDEMIC

YUCATEC
A depiction of hundreds of people succumbing to disease.

After the long dry season, when the rains finally fell, the rats left their burrows, looking for more food. They brought with them pests. Those afflicted bleed from their ears and nose and died in terrible pain and terrible numbers, leaving many once-populous cities empty.

CAPTAIN’S NOTE

A letter.

We underestimated the natives. Crafty bastards. Told us of a cave fitted with gold, but they led us into a trap. The damn place was fitted with monsters. After a ferocious battle, we pushed them back. The remaining men loaded the ship with whatever valuables we could find.

The battle must have weakened the cavern, for when we tried to escape, it collapsed.

I hear them out there, even now, digging through the barriers...

STRUGGLE FOR POWER

An account of infighting between the Spanish.

Cusco belongs to Hernando Pizarro, rightful representative of the Spanish Crown. Diego de Almagro has been captured, Rodrigo Orgonez is dead, and the rest of their heretic forces routed. We made a crossing over the mountains, and appeared on the coast outside of Cusco. Orgonez marched to meet us at Cachupampa a poor choice for his cavalry. His falconets threw Gonzatos infantry charge into disorders but the swampy ground prevented his seasoned cavaliers from true advantage. Our imperial arquebusiers breached the river and unleashed hellfire on the opposition.

Pizarro and Orgonez led their respective cavalries, each merging to a single charging column, all of the men yelling, and met at full gallop! I had never seen such a thing! Somewhere in the chaos of battle Orgonez was shot and unhorsed and killed. They say the coward Almagro retreated from the battlefield atop an ass. Fitting.

- Excerpt from Alonso Luiz’s Journal

MISSIONARY WORK

A priest's journal.

Several hundreds have renounced their pagan beliefs, and turned to the teaching of Catholicism. Our work here is different, the heathens must learn the language, and then the teachings. Most are not receptive, but only come looking for conversion to the True Lord from fear of what might happen to them if they do not.

No matter, all paths lead to God’s Light.

In the evenings, I rest easily comforted by the conviction we will save these poor, lost souls.

Excerpt from the Journal of Beltran, Ordinis Praedicatorum

Day in the Life of a Paititian

CONTRACT

YUCATEC
A marriage contract.

Ichtacka, of the Cult of Kukulkan vows to tie his coat to that of Yutu, descendant of the Maya. Lacking any family of his own, Ichtacka will live with the parents of Yutu, until such time that they have built their own home and hearth. Yutu vows to tie her coat to that of Ichtaka. She will bear him many children, which they will raise, according to the traditions of both their peoples.

Fortune and Glory

COMPANY TOWN

A letter from Porvenir.

Ms. Ortiz,

Your dedication and commitment to the village of Kuwaq Yaku is commendable. However, Porvenir does not accept your charges of “responsibility for the terrible state” of the village. In fact, the Board of Executives has decided, and your local government representative agrees, if you continue this crusade of slandering our good name, we will have no choice but to take legal action.

From the office of Roberto Lavilta

Chief Executive Officer

Porvenir

WATER QUALITY REPORT

Water sample results.

Miss Ortiz, thank you for your recent inquiry. A water quality Index (WQI) was calculated for river sites surrounding the village of Kuwaq Yaku from the samples you provided, and results have shown that the river sites should be classified as BAD water quality. The results of this study have shown large-scale impacts that include siltation, chemical pollution and heavy metal pollution. Turbidity and total solids exceeded the environmental limits. Water of high turbidity (hazy, murky water) cannot be used as potable water, and the high total solids also imply that it cannot be used as irrigation water as well, as this will damage infrastructure. It is most likely that any subsistence fishing that took place before is no longer possible at the affected river sites, thereby impacting negatively on people’s livelihoods. Similarly, pH was in the high alkaline range as well as C.O.D. These parameters were indicative of some chemical pollution in the river. The pH that is alkaline (hard water) is corrosive and can damage plumbing equipment and clothes. High levels of fluoride in the water poses the risk of diseases such as dental and skeletal fluorosis. The presence of pathogenic bacteria such as Salmonella also represents an immediate health risk for the local community.

The Resistance

IN NAME ONLY

A report on Paititi's ruling family.

The ruling family is displaced, reduced to nothing but a figurehead, while we truly control the city. The reason for allowing them to remain in a position of seeming power is twofold: it allows us to focus on our search for the Silver Box, and it acts as a pacifier for the locals, who are recalcitrant to any type of change.

RESIST!

QUECHUA
A manifesto against the Cult.

The Cult of Kukulkan has gone too far. The time to strike is now! They push and push and all we do is take another step back! If Unuratu is unwilling to do anything, then we should move forward without her!

RECONNAISSANCE

QUECHUA
A surveillance report.

Kukulkan departs Paititi during New Moon.

Kukulkan returns, with several other outsiders, during the waxing of the moon. They argue.

The next morning, the entire group, now in better spirits, leaves in their obsidian birds.

THE PROPHECY

QUECHUA
A short quote.

"When the Crimson Fire smokes, seek your mirror."

Bit enigmatic that. I wonder what it's supposed to mean?

PROTECTION

QUECHUA
An ancient note.

The remains of the Peasant Savior have been moved to an undisclosed location.

We’ve had reports of the Cult stealing objects and artifacts and holding them hostage in exchange for docility. We will not allow such a sacrilege to happen to Manko.

Exodus

HEART OF THE SERPENT

MAM
A depiction of a Maya journey.

This mural depicts some kind of voyage or pilgrimage undertaken by the Maya. Seems they carried an item of great import, and traveled South, to the source of the pink fish.

The Amazon River, just like Jonah said.

CRUMBLING

MAM
A depiction of the Maya exodus.

The world around them began to crumble, the people decided to move. The artifact entrusted to them urged them to travel South, lest it be seized by their enemies.

TEMPLE OF DEATH

MAM
A rubbing about the Temple of Death.

From life to death, full moon to new, this temple serves as Guardian to the Silver Box.

TEMPLE OF LIFE

MAM
A rubbing about the Temple of Life.

From death to life, new moon to full, this temple serves as Guardian to the Silver Box.

TEMPLE OF THE MOON

MAM
A rubbing about the Temple of the Moon.

Those worthy shall be sacrificed to the Red Goddess she of the Waning Moon, and she of the Waxing Moon. Grandmother to all.

Life Taker and Birth Giver.

Metamorphosis

MERCHANT SACRIFICE

MAM
An account of a cleansing.

Yskar Yaway united the two sides, ending the war. However, their blood still boiled. In order to placate the soldiers, someone must be punished. Yaway rounded up the merchants believed to be responsible for the conflict, and sacrificed them.

SILVER-CROWNED MOUNTAIN

MAM
A depiction of a tall mountain.

The peak of this mountain is hidden behind thick clouds. I can’t be sure what these two smaller hills on either side of the mountain are supposed to represent.

REARGUARD REPORT

MAM
An account of a strange occurrence.

A secondary party a few days behind the main pilgrimage, reported strange things on the route. The beasts had become more ferocious, and the jungle itself more dangerous. The trees and vines gnarled and twisted, growing thorns as long as a man’s finger and sharp as blades.

BIRTHING THE SERPENT

MAM
An ancient sketch.

This shows a basic sketch for a temple, rising from the middle of a city. If I squint, it sort of looks like a snake.

SHIELDING THE SERPENT

MAM
A depiction of outside influence.

It's difficult to make out. People settled between two rivers. They weren't alone. However, these outsiders don't appear dangerous.

SECRET WINDS

MAM
An account of a discovery

The elders of the village have lied to us. There is no beast underground. The howling we hear is only the wind rushing out through small caves leading to the surface. They’ve used fear to control us for too long!

Once I make my way out of this infernal sweat bath, I will throw their lies at their feet...

SURPRISE WITNESS

MAM
An account of a judgement.

And in the moment the gods were satisfied Metnal did not kill his wife, a pelican landed at the accused’s feet. This stunned those in attendance. This was a sea bird, hardly ever seen this far inland. The representatives of the gods decided to see what the bird meant to do.

It circled Metnal, flapping its wings and squawking softly, and then, it opened its mouth and a half-eaten fish landed at Metnal’s feet.

This was understood by all as a sign of Metnal’s guilt, and he was quickly executed.

Homecoming

AWAITS

MAM
A depiction of someone waiting.

The lone figure appears in a state of peace, as though waiting for something.

BOUND TO WANDER

MAM
A Maya rubbing.

The protectors failed... and are now doomed to recover what they lost.

THE HILLS ARE ALIVE

An excerpt from a larger tome.

Rumors have long persisted of monsters, for lack of a better term, in the area surrounding the mission of Saint John. The locals refuse to discuss these sightings. They grow sullen when they are mentioned, and usually scurry off and hide in their homes. However, it is my fervent belief, once we have converted the populace they will see these “monsters” as nothing but superstitions, shadows that disappear in the Lords light.

REPELLING THE DEMONS

A sketch.

This roughly drawn sketch shows Saint John repelling a demon attack. Perhaps they planned to have this as one of the frescos in the mission.

DEVILS IN THE DARK

YUCATEC
A report on recent suspicious activity.

- Villager claims to have seen a strange creature in the streets. They followed it to a walled-in alley, where it disappeared.
- Citizen describes similar experience in Upper City. Woke to discover something trying to climb in a second story window. When she yelled it dropped to the street and disappeared.

Will continue to monitor.

Myths, Magic & Monsters

A HAUNTING

An account of a haunted cave.

This is the story of local caverns rumored to be haunted. Ghostly noises coming from deep within the bowels of the earth... No one who’s entered the caves has ever returned... Mysterious sounds, something between the booming of thunder and the howling of dogs... And a mysterious light glowing within.

SISIMITE

A description of a monster.

Every part of the world seems to have its own mythical forest-dwelling bipedal creature. Around here it’s known as the Sisimite, the “guardian of the forest.” Described as large and ape-like, it’s rumored to kill male humans on sight, but takes the females to its cave for mating purposes.

YAAXIL

YUCATEC

An account of demons.

The Paititians who wrote this believed that something called the Yaaxil live beneath Paititi. According to this record, these beings are strongest during astrological events - which is consistent with the legends - but they also attack and feed on humans, but that’s not the behavior that usually appears in the stories.

From this description, what they call the Yaaxil is the same type of creature I encountered in Kuwaq Yaku.

Founding Paititi

FOUNDING OF PAITITI

MAM

This commemorates the original founding of Paititi.

The pilgrimage came to a fork of two rivers. And decided to settle. They erected two pyramids, and began their new lives as protectors of the Box.

THE FIRST EMPEROR

QUECHUA

An account of an emerging leader.

During a fierce battle, a man of two bloods, throws down his weapons and, speaking with passions, convinces the other warriors to do the same. They follow him from the battlefield into the city, where they behead several merchants, whose initial bickering caused the war.

TWO PEOPLES AS ONE

QUECHUA

An account of an agreement between two peoples.

Ill-suited to the local land, the Maya’s agriculture techniques of slash and burn, soon led to a food shortage. At the risk of starvation, they entered into treaties with local pre-Inca tribes, gaining new technologies and crops.

The traders arrived bringing new goods, and then the farmers, with new crops and techniques. Eventually as more and more of the outsiders arrived in Paititi, they eventually took administrative control.

REBIRTH AND RESETTLEMENT

QUECHUA

The dynasty of Yskar Yaway.

The Paititians made peace with each other, and followed Yskar Yaway, recently acclaimed as emperor, to a site in the mountains, to begin anew. Certain they will not make the same mistakes as those before them.

TROUBLED LANDS

MAM

A depiction of moving Paititi.

The surging population and lack of civil planning caused the settlement many problems. Farmers clear-cut jungle to use the fertile riverbanks for their crops, resulting in a devastating flood in the first heavy rains. Overhunting forced hunters to travel ever further to find game.

Several groups, each vying for a controlling interest in the settlement, debated, often fiercely, on the best manner of solving these problems.

GOLDEN DAYS

QUECHUA

A mural crafted in two different styles.

Paititi flourishes under the watchful gaze of Yskar Yaway and his council. The city grows. Temples are built. The people are peaceful, prosperous and content.

CIVIL WAR

QUECHUA

A depiction of a battle.

Maya and Inca stood shoulder to shoulder against their brothers, on one side, those who wished to retreat, and start fresh, and those who wish to expand, and conquer neighboring territories.

Subjugating Paititi

TRINITY ARRIVES

A second party begins searching for Lopez.

Having not heard from Lopez, some among the leadership began to have their doubts about him. Our group dispatched South to investigate. We sent the natives in first, uncertain those in the city had not killed Lopez on his arrival. They returned with reports of how sick the city was, and we quickly formed a plan to utilize this to our advantage.

DISEASE AND DEATH

An account of an epidemic.

We leave the city at first light, which is just as well, for a terrible disease has spread across it. Dead and dying line the paths, and choke the streams.

Many are saying it is punishment from the gods.

- Journal of Adelantado Perez

THE CULT’S PROMISE

How Trinity entered Paititi.

Dressed In native garb, we entered the city. Those healthy enough to resist our advance met us with spears. We bowed and told them Kukulkan had sent us to cleanse the city of sickness. We administered balms and medicine to the city’s leaders and those we thought worth saving, buried the dead, and comforted the dying.

Slowly the people came to trust, and soon, rely on our aid.

A KING’S SACRIFICE

QUECHUA
This appears to be a eulogy.

The shadows loom long and dark, the mountain black as night, in mourning, as the strange pale men, end the short, but immensely productive life of Cayua Capac. He whose yearning for greatness lashed this city to his shoulders and carried it upwards. Who only ever asked for Inti to warm his brow as he worked - in the streams, or fields, or brickyards.

Cayua Capac made a deal with the strange men, he gave his life, so that we may live ours, free, but under the new rule of these men from distant lands.

THE PEASANT SAVIOR

QUECHUA
A depiction of a great journey.

This shows a pilgrimage from a great city... This must be Manko, leading the Priestess' ancestors out of Cuzco.

LOPEZ’S ARRIVAL

An account of Lopez's arrival in Paititi.

We found their hidden city easily enough, the coordinates from Trinity being correct. The natives did not trust us, and we entered the city with spears at our necks. There was a tumult against the people. We later learned a cohort of Inca had arrived the month before. Lopez spun a tale of our desertion from the Spanish army, for our hearts could not fathom the destruction they had, and would continue to, cause. And we’d gladly exchange any or all of our goods for shelter, if only for a short while.

Reluctantly, they allowed us to remain in the city, on the condition we leave our armor and weapons in a small hut outside of the city proper. The men hesitated, and finally we agreed that two of us would remain outside, guarding the gear.

THE CULT’S CONTROL

How Trinity took control of Paititi.

The threat of the disease held at bay, we soon learned that Lopez had come and gone. Some of us began to suspect his betrayal, while others worried for his safety.

The only course of action was to remain in the city, the reasoning twofold: we’d be ready when Lopez came to his senses and returned the artifact, or this would be the easiest point from which to mount a search for him.

We struck an accord with the king. We would become his royal guard, physicians and priests.

Rebellion of Paititi

FAMINE

QUECHUA
A plea for help.

The new methods of agriculture introduced by the Cult of Kukulkan have only succeeded in destroying more crops. First, the bee colonies collapsed. Then the cocoa crop failed. The earth is too damaged for anything but corn to grow. And the stalks are flimsy.

We must take action, or Paititi will suffer a tremendous famine.

UNURATU’S UPRISING

QUECHUA
A depiction of a rebellion.

This seems to represent Unuratu leading a group in rebellion, and there is a near-total eclipse in the background.

UNURATU’S CORONATION

QUECHUA
An account of Unuratu's coronation.

Unuratu approached the throne through the crowd, she walked beside it but did not sit.
“Why do we continue to believe this lie?” she asked the crowd. “Kukulkan controls this city, and I will no longer wear a smile and pretend it is any different. I will not be his puppet trotted out to wave and smile.”

The guards cut her off quickly, and ushered her away. Then they advanced, with weapons drawn to disperse the crowds.

AMARU’S GRIP

QUECHUA
An account of Amaru's rise to power.

Amaru returned for his brother’s funeral. Inconsolable during the burial, and immovable after.

The next day however, he cut swiftly through the city. He unmasked the cult’s leader, exposing them as outsiders.

"It is time for the people of Paititi to take control of their city,” he said, holding a decapitated head in one hand, and the bloody knife in the other. “No longer will we bow to outsiders.”

BIRTH

QUECHUA
A depiction of a leader's origin.

Born to famine, raised in rebellion, orphaned but never alone. He rises as the sun.

TRINITY RECRUITS AMARU

A short note.

Another group of children is on their way from Kan, traveling via steamship. Of the ten I have sent, please keep a close eye on the one called Amaru. He shows the greatest promise. However, he is prone to bouts of sullenness, and often complains about missing his brother.

I suggest a special curriculum be created for this one, something that will keep him too occupied to be homesick.

Search For The Hidden City

EL DORADO

The legend of El Dorado.

This Spanish document relates one of the many stories of El Dorado, the Golden One. When the first Spanish exploration ships returned home with their holds full of gold, the news spread like wildfire, and the stories got more extravagant with each retelling. Rumors of the golden city gave birth to countless expeditions to the New World.

FAWCETT’S LEGACY

A journal entry.

Had to put the last remaining mule down yesterday. Broke its leg. Shame. Terrible shame. But I think I’ve found it. Came across an abandoned village that simply must be Z. If only father were still alive.

I’m resting here for the night, tomorrow I’ll begin a thorough investigation of the site.

The world will know a Fawcett discovered the Lost City.

MISDIRECTION

Expedition records.

This was written by an explorer in the mid-Twentieth Century, who was looking for a lost city. He discovered a small trading post near the basecamp, run by a woman named Qhama. He asked her if she knew any old stories which might help them find the lost city. By the time he wrote this, the explorer was near death, and convinced she’d misled their expedition deliberately.

COVERING THE TRACKS

A missive from Trinity

Any squad venturing outside Kan must take special precautions in covering their tracks.

We’re close now, and the last thing we need is droves of tourists showing up, trying to be the first to get the perfect selfles in the city.

FEVER DREAMS

An unknown explorer's travel log.

Followed the Napo to the Amazon. Nothing but jungle for weeks. Philips got the fever, and I had to drag the bastard through this forsaken jungle for the last few days.

He kept me awake every night. Screaming something about being covered in snakes.
Just when we were about to succumb to exhaustion, we arrived at a small settlement built at the foot of an ancient temple. The locals fed us and nursed Philips until his fever broke. After asking around, I’ve found out there’s another temple close by, twin to the first.

Once Philips regains his strength, we’ll explore these temples. This Journey will not have been for naught, after all.

AT THE GATE

An explorer's journal.

That starched shirt Fawcett may be getting all the attention, but I know his time is almost up. The world will remember the Timothy Walker as the man who finally found the lost city of El Dorado.

We’ve set up camp in a canyon. It was a grueling journey to get this far. We’ll rest here a few days. Get our bearings. Some of the men need patching up. And I wouldn’t mind one good night’s sleep.

The men say something came through the camp last night. The jungle is getting to them. I keep telling them that we’re close and we need to keep it together. One of the scouts has found a temple of some kind up ahead. We’ll start construction of bridges and ladders this morning, and head out from camp this afternoon.

FINGER LENGTH AWAY

An explorer's journal.

Damn this place. Damn this forsaken jungle. It holds a jewel, just out of reach, and then sweeps your legs out from under you. We’ve almost made it across that bottomless pit. Some kind of altar beckons from the other side. Under a giant stone face that seems to mock our efforts. Something attacked the camp. Some men claimed it was panthers. Others said something more sinister...

Half the crew insist on abandoning the expedition. I had to dress one man down. Made an example of him.

All I need is one more day. One more lousy day...

Secrets and Lies

NO ONE IN, NO ONE OUT

YUCATEC
An official sanction.

In an effort to reduce the possibility of disease entering Paititi, Emperor Chiqa hereby temporarily bans all citizens from exiting the city.

Anyone currently beyond the city’s limits will not be authorized to re-enter.

Paititi is still recovering from a recent epidemic, and any other outbreaks could tip the already precarious balance.

By Order of the Cult of Kukulkan

CONSPIRACY

A report from Trinity.

The city’s priests, or shamans, if we mean to differentiate between the heathens and those who toil in the Lord’s Light, were the first to come forward. The first to listen, to hear of the state of the outside world. And thereupon, several of them felt completely cheated and begged to be baptized. They reasoned, rightly, their worship and trust was misplaced in the traditional deities of these lands. For as one stated, If your God has brought you here, across the world, then He truly must be the most powerful, and only a fool would not bow to such a being.

We will teach these shamans English, and have them teach the population of Paititi.

GUIDELINES

A memo to Trinity soldiers.

In order to not upset an already delicately-balanced situation, all members of Trinity will adhere to the following rules:

- Limit excursions in the city
- If leaving the compound is unavoidable always wear the Cultist uniform
- Do not carry modern weapons
- Avoid direct contact with Paititians, when possible

MIRRORS

YUCATEC
A depiction of brightly lit chamber.

Turn mirror 1 to the left...
Follow the beam of light to mirror 2...
Direct mirror 2 across the chamber diagonally...
Return to mirror 1...

These seem to be instructions of some kind, but I can’t make out the rest.

Miracle Mission

THE MIRACLE CLUB

A pamphlet.

Now this is a fascinating concept. “The Miracle Club: Come meet people that share your beliefs, devotion, and taste for adventure. Create lifelong memories as you travel the world together." It's a Christian singles’ group dedicated to visiting pilgrimage sites!

ON THIS SPOT

A document about the mission site.

This document describes the founding of the mission. There were four solar eclipses in this region around that time: in 1521, 1538, 1539, and 1543. Spanish missionaries reported that during each one, a vision of John the Apostle appeared on this site. So in his honor, the Mission of Saint John was built here in 1544.

DAMAGE REPAIR

A restored document.

This is an official document issued recently by the Holy See. In consideration of this mission having been badly damaged by an unusually violent - and entirely unexpected - volcanic tremor, they sent requests to every Spanish speaking diocese, asking them to consider sending missionaries to restore and rebuild this holy site.

MISSION OF SAINT JOHN

A mission statement.

This document outlines the goats and works of the Mission of Saint John. In addition to their individual spiritual goals and their outreach programs, the people here are clearly passionate about contributing to the nearby communities: education, literacy, health care, even donating a portion of the food they raise.

DISASTER UPON DISASTER

A record of disaster.

This Spanish document is fascinating. It tells the story of several natural disasters which struck this area: a flood, a fire caused by lightning, and a severe volcanic tremor. In each instance, buildings on this site were badly damaged, requiring considerable rebuilding.

JOHN THE APOSTLE

A depiction of Saint John the Apostle.

John, son of Zebedee, one of Jesus’ apostles, also called the Beloved Disciple. He and his brother James were known for their impetuousness and temper, which prompted Christ to start calling them Boanerges, Sons of Thunder.

John is credited with writing five books of the New Testament: the Gospel of John, the three Epistles of John, and the Book of Revelation. He’s the patron saint of love and loyalty, as well as writers, publishers, and scholars. One of his symbols is a serpent in a cup, which is linked to his patronage of victims of poisoning and burns.

Inside Out

A LOST WORLD

A Trinity soldier's impression of Paititi.

Dominguez forbade us from mingling with the locals. Didn’t want us “corrupting” them. Luckily, one of the priests developed a taste for bourbon, and as long as I brought a pint with me, he’d lend me his costume, mask and all. Walking through the lower city was like travelling five hundred years into the past.

WARNING

QUECHUA
A warning.

Do not leave the city. Those who leave become cursed, forced to wander the jungle, and never find peace.

EXPEDITION REPORT

YUCATEC
A scout's report.

Location found. Hidden. Terrain difficult to traverse. Seems safe from the strangers intent on forcing us into slavery.

Trinity

END TIMES

A manifesto from Trinity.

When the Lord gave His covenant to Noah, saying never again will he destroy this world, it can be interpreted as He has decided humanity has learned their lesson. But have we?
There is also a different interpretation to be made, and that is that He has given the agency of destruction to mankind itself. We are responsible for every living soul, and they are now tarnished and besot.

It has been four thousand years since the world saw purity, and we aim to end that. We will be the architects of the new world. We will pave the street to heaven for all. We will usher an end to this sinful, reprehensible world.

OPERATION UPDATE

A report from Trinity.

ATTN: Dr. Dominguez

Camp set up near abandoned oil factory outside of village. Survey of area ongoing. Contact made with villagers. None with any information on Lone Wolf.

Small group splintered off from main camp. Stole two weeks worth of supplies. Suggest eradication of former assets once operation complete.

No sign of Croft yet. Reports of a plane crash ten clicks outside of village. Maybe we got lucky.

N.B.: Villager suggested making sure Abby Ortiz does not become too interested in our activities. Name sent to headquarters, dossier incoming shortly.

Currently researching avenues and contingency plans.

THE TRUTH

Andres Lopez's account of his search for a powerful artifact.

Trinity can rot in this jungle, and as for the Paititian Emperor... Not even he can truly understand just what this Box is. But I do. And I know it should not be used by just anyone. That would be catastrophic. Only the purest among us should make the decision as to how to wield the power of the Silver Box. That is why I must hide it.

RANTING

A scrawled poem.

Stone faces weep
as Jesus creeps
along the dolorous path
too many died
more will still
and more will still
and more will still
his light leads the way

SITE SCRUBBED

A Trinity report on another of their search sites.

After Action Report

ATTN: Dr. Dominguez
Search Site: Mazaruni River, Guyana (5.816587, -59.468158)

Discovered evidence of Maya Migration. Upon subsequent investigation, site deemed a dead end.

Actions Taken:
- Site flooded by redirecting river.
- Locals recruited for labor eliminated.
- All trace of presence scrubbed.

Other:
- Kick-up at nearby village.
- Lethal response necessary.
- Area isolated. Site flooded. Appears natural.
- South American rivers rising due to climate change story seeded in media.

SCOURING THE GLOBE

A report on Trinity's search for objects of power.

Search Team Report and Findings

Central & South American Division
Attn: Dr. Dominguez

Mexico:
Cozumel - Temple of Chak Chel discovered. Site closed & scrubbed.

Brazil:
Itixi Mitari Region - Dead End. Site closed & scrubbed. Team moved to Trincherira Bacaja site.
Munduruku Region - Search inconclusive. Trouble with government. Suggest closing site. Awaiting orders.
Trincheira Bacaja Region - Progress made with local tribes. Investigation ongoing.

Peru:
Kuwaq Yaku - Temple discovered. Research ongoing.

TEMPLE SURVEY

A Trinity report on the excavation of the Temple of Life.

Attn: Dr. Dominguez

Possible entry point located for temple outside of Kuwaq Yaku. Excavation equipment en route.

CROFT REPORT

An official Trinity report.

The younger Croft is more active and less cerebral than her father was. Although intelligent, she is less focused on the meaning and history of the artifacts she seeks, and more prone to risk-taking. With no children or family of her own, she is free to pursue her targets, almost to the point of obsession. Although this can make her appear impulsive or unpredictable at times, we believe her drive and the balance of her personality will make her easier to influence with the promise of greater challenge, and more likely to deliver results. Any information she might have that Richard Croft withheld from Trinity would simply be a bonus. We recommend her as a strong target for recruiting.

NOT YET?

Diary of a Trinity soldier.

This is a record of a mercenary’s assignments while working for Trinity: Mexico... Kenya... Siberia? "I had my crosshairs on the younger one, too, but Rourke had orders for us to leave her alone.” This is the bastard who shot Ana!

Expedition Unknown 2

JACK'S JOURNAL

A page from Jack Fawcett's expedition journal.

23 May - Over a month has passed since our expedition departed from Cuiaba. We have consumed our provisions methodically thus far, and continue to be in high spirits.

Father’s age shows when we are on foot. A few times now, I have caught Raleigh looking over his shoulder and back at us to make sure we’re still keeping up. Father always returns the look with a smile and saying he’ll soon be the one in the lead.

JACK'S JOURNAL 2

A page from Jack Fawcett's expedition journal.

30 May - This morning we entered uncharted territory, leaving the sun-bleached bones of dead horse camp behind. It seems the tables have turned on Raleigh, almost quite literally. His bandaged leg has slowed his pace and made him the tail of our party. When father notices, he slows, turning around to give us both an encouraging smile. His overly eager step betrays his calm demeanor as he rushes past us at the sight of every nearing turn, ridge or embankment.

JACK'S JOURNAL 3

A page from Jack Fawcett's expedition journal.

6 June - Father’s outward enthusiasm is at an all-time high, though I have doubts. In the middle of the night, I have caught the whites of his eyes reflecting moonlight, his stare vacantly locked to the stars. Were it not for all the stories he has shared of the Amazon in the past, I would mistake his gaze as regretful, even mournful.

Perhaps it is simply these insects making their way through our head nets causing him such consternation.

JACK'S JOURNAL 4

A page from Jack Fawcett's expedition journal.

18 July - I awoke this morning to the sight of my father wringing his handkerchief tightly between his two hands. Wide-eyed and unblinking, he stared in Raleigh’s direction. Raleigh had passed.

Infection had set into his wounds days ago and shortly after, fever took hold. Between fits of cold sweats, labored groans of pain and demented ramblings, Raleigh had somehow been able to insist on forging ahead. Father had tried to reason with him, telling him to turn back, to let us carry the torch, but Raleigh made it clear; turning our backs on him would have been leaving him there to die.

We forged ahead. We were as far away from civilization as we had ever been, and we foolishly continued to trudge forward.

So long, old friend.

JACK'S JOURNAL 5

A page from Jack Fawcett's expedition journal.

1 August - Tonight, sleep escapes us. The jungle is angry and the moon is uncooperative. The human imagination wanders endlessly in the dark this deep. I can hear the jungle’s breath ruffling behind my ears, its low growl shaking the very ground we lay on, its manic energy rustling through the trees above. Rest has become the lead on our search, finding us at the most inopportune time. I have caught father dozing off mid-step, his hand barely clutching his walking stick. We have run out of food and are sustained almost entirely by gathered berries and rainwater. The both of us are far too unyielding to give up. I fear the very stubbornness that led us to this point may also be that which leads us to our early graves.

Pantheon of Gods 3

DEATH LORDS

MAM
A depiction of the Lords of Xibalba.

These two gods are the rulers of the Maya underworld, Xibalba, literally the Place Of Fright. Vucub-Caquix, whose name means Seven Macaw, was a monstrous bird who was said to carry the false sun in his beak. His subordinate was Hun-Came, which means One Death. They were both defeated and killed by the Hero Twins, after challenging them to various sports and games in which both sides cheated. Vucub-Caquix lost his game of darts when the Hero Twins used blowpipes.

MOTHER DEITY

MAM
A depiction of Ix Chel.

The Maya goddess Ix Chel, like moon goddesses in many other cultures, was also a mother deity associated with pregnancy and childbirth. The natural phenomena over which she presided included waterfalls, rainstorms, and rainbows. She was also the goddess of all crafts, such as watercolor painting, and weaving, which she invented. But she wasn’t exclusively nurturing: Her hair consisted of living serpents, she wore a skirt made of bones, and she had a legendary temper.

FERTILITY GOD

MAM
A depiction of Chac.

Chac was a very important god to the Maya. He taught them farming secrets, and oversaw growing and the harvest. Generally, he was associated with all forms of fertility. He was also in charge of wind, lightning, and rain, which was caused by his tears. He was in charge of preserving springs, wells, streams, cenotes, and other sources of water. Like the aspects over which he presided, he was considered benevolent and caring, but unpredictable. Physically Chac was depicted as a reptile with hair tangled in unruly knots, and his colors were white, red, yellow, and black, representing North, East, South and West.

GOD OF DEATH

MAM
This is Ah-Puch.

A depiction of Ah-Puch, god of death and ruler of Mitnal, the ninth and most horrible level of the Maya version of Hell. One thing Ah-Puch enjoyed doing was dressing in putrefying flesh and visiting the surface to prey upon the living. According to legend, the only way to save yourself from him was to scream and yell like you were in unbearable agony. He’d assume you were already being tortured by one of his minions, and leave you alone. How appropriate that his harbinger demon was a screech owl named Muan.

GOD OF LEARNING

MAM
A depiction of Itzamna.

Itzamna is the son of the Maya creator god Hunab-Ku. He was the god of education, responsible for inventing writing and books. This made him an essential figure in the development of Maya culture. He was also god of agriculture, and created farming. He even presided over doctors, healing people with the help of his red-hot hand. Usually Itzamna took on a reptilian aspect, but he was also known as Kinich-Ahau, a fire macaw, who was the patron of the number four, and controlled drought and disease.

GOD OF COCOA

MAM
The cocoa god.

This Maya god is very dark brown, almost black, with black- rimmed eyes, and facial features that seem to be melting at their extremities. This can only be Ek-Chuah. He’s the patron god of the cacao bean, which accounts for his coloring. Also, because ancient Mesoamericans used those beans as currency, Ek-Chuah became by extension a god of merchants and of trade. Interestingly, when he first appeared in the lore he was a god of conflict.

GOD OF SUICIDES

MAM
A representation of Ixtab.

Suicide was not considered forbidden by the Maya: In fact, it was considered an honorable alternative to living. Because of this, by committing suicide you could bypass the underworld and go straight to paradise, where other noble deaths included the sacrificed, those who died in battle or childbirth, and those who died playing ball. The suicide’s escort on the journey to paradise would be this goddess, Ixtab, also called Rope Woman. She was the goddess of suicides, especially those who hanged themselves, and manifested as a rotting corpse hanging from a noose.

Cult of Kukulkan

CULT OF KUKULKAN

A journal entry.

As ordered, we have made our way to Kan in search of the suspected traitor Andres Lopez, accompanied by a squadron of native warriors. We’d found them along the shores of the Gulf, after they had recently escaped a slave ship that was caught in a storm.

The initial encounter was tense, but soon we came to an accord. The warriors agreed to accompany us through the jungle, on the condition we made a detour to several other outposts, to enlist more of their people, and that we would keep them from being enslaved. We found that altogether satisfactory, and soon set off.

Alphonso Ricci
Order of Trinity

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT

YUCATEC
A list of criminal offenses and their punishments.

Murder - Death
Stealing another's crops - Death
Stealing another’s skins - Death
Idleness - Head shaved
Fighting - Restitution to injured party
Public Drunkenness - Stoning
(Exceptions: During a festival or over seventy years old.)

By Order of the Cult of Kukulkan

WARRIORS OF KUKULKAN

YUCATEC
A warrior's thoughts.

Kukulkan says they won’t fear us if we are not capable warriors. And to become capable we must complete the tests their people have made. These Paititians know nothing of war. Their blades and spear tips have dulled.

I will complete their rituals, and I will show them the true might of those who follow Kukulkan.

PRIESTS OF THE SUN

YUCATEC
A priest's journal.

Kukulkan bid me to join the ranks of the priesthood. The pantheon of Paititians is a patchwork of several cultures. I’ll need to study their rituals, their beliefs, and learn how we can use their own gods against them.

The ones from across the water are devious and intelligent. I do not doubt the city will soon be united under the control of Kukulkan.

Cult of De La Cruz

THE CHOSEN ONE

A believer's journal entry.

When I first laid eyes on Angel de la Cruz, I knew I met a man of worth. When he spoke, my heart shook. Its tremors vibrated for days after his first sermon.

That evening, God Himself told me to set out to prove I was the Chosen One.

I left the next morning, seeking to prove my worth.

BELIEVER’S JOURNAL

A believer's journal entry.

In preparation for the ultimate test, I have begun to explore the crypts and tombs found near the Mission. They are challenging and dangerous, and I am slowly improving. My reflexes are quicker, I’m getting stronger, and I dare say, my eyesight in the dark is improving.

I know there are others, trying to prove their worth to Brother de la Cruz. But they will not best me.

LAST WORDS

A dying man's last words.

Didn't think these places would be trapped. Caught a spear through the abdomen. Hurts to breathe.

Pray for me.

PURE OF HEART

A believer's journal entry.

I have returned from my training, however, Brother de La Cruz has disappeared. The sisters of the mission have no idea where he went. No matter. I will wait for him to return. My heart is pure, my head is clear.

I am ready for the trials, and will prove to him I am the Chosen One.

HUBRIS

A believer's last words.

I was not worthy. Forgive me for my hubris.

DEMONS

A journal page.

I know now that I am not the Chosen One. Now I fear I have endangered the lives of Brother de la Cruz and the sisters of the mission. They do not know that the hollow earth surrounding the mission is home to demons. Cruel, hissing creatures with twisted claws and sick, yellowed eyes. I came to this place to purge them from the world, in the name of Angel de la Cruz. To win his favor and earn my seat at his side. But I have failed. I could not contain this evil, and now it is out and all warning of it will die down here with me.

TESTAMENT OF T.SERRANO

A confession.

I am Truylos Serrano, and these are likely the last words I write. Andres Lopez, or Angel De la Cruz, as he has called himself these last years, has finally and fully gone insane. His demands have grown, becoming more grueling and grotesque, as we labor to build his crypt.

The construction is almost complete. I know I will die when it is done. Lopez, in a brief moment of clarity, told me himself.

Damn that Box! Damn what it has done to the man I once, and sadly still, admire.

Legends of the Maya

ALUX

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A description of an Alux.

An Alux, plural Aluxob, is akin to the Maya version of a gnome or leprechaun. They’re about as high as an adult’s knee, and wear traditional Maya clothing. They are created whenever a farmer builds a little house on his property for them, after which they’ll help the corn grow for a period of seven years, making it rain and chasing off predators. They’re usually invisible, and in spite of their benefit to the land, they like to play tricks on or frighten humans. Don’t call one by name, or you’ll summon it from its home - and it won’t be happy with you!

BALAMS

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A document describing Balams and Acantuns.

Balam Is the Maya word for jaguar. The Maya idolized jaguars for their majestic beauty and dangerous grace. Villages would have four Acantuns, idols which they placed at each corner of the village. At night five Balams spirit Jaguar guardians would come to the village. One Balam would station itself at each corner, next to an Acantun, while the fifth and smallest Balam would coordinate their protection efforts against evil demons and spirits.

THE MONKEY TWINS

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A tale of the Monkey Twins

Hun-Batz and Hun-Choen were twin brothers, older half-siblings of the more celebrated Maya Hero Twins. Jealous of their brothers, the Monkey Twins would always cheat during football matches, and ruin them with their aggressive tactics. In retaliation, the Hero Twins lured them up a tree - a tree which never stopped growing, preventing Hun-Batz and Hun-Choen from getting down. The Hero Twins convinced them that they could use their belts to climb down, but this turned out to be another trick, and the belts became tails, turning the elder twins into monkeys.

THE PADDLER GODS

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The Paddler Gods ferrying souls.

The divine canoe, which carries Maya souls through the underworld and into the sky, is directed by two gods: Old Stingray Paddler sits in the back of the canoe and handles the duties during the day, while Old Jaguar Paddler sits in the front and takes care of the night shift. These two gods symbolize not only light and darkness, day and night, but also the interdependence of all equal and opposite forces.

CHECHEN AND CHACA TREES

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The Chechen Tree and the Chaca Tree.

These are two legendary trees which complement one another. The Chechen tree secretes a substance which is poisonous upon contact, and the nectar of the Chaca tree can neutralize that poison before it results in serious burns. The fascinating thing about these trees is that they always grow very near to each other. According to legend two brothers, warrior princes, fought a battle to the death over the love of a woman, and died in each other’s arms. They begged the gods for forgiveness, and it was granted: Kinich, the kind one, was reborn as the benevolent Chaca tree, while Tizic, the hate-filled one, was reborn as the poisonous Chechen tree.

VOTAN

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This is about Votan

Votan is an ancient Maya god of war and death, so old he is rumored to have been old even before the beginning of time itself. He is usually depicted as having no teeth, and being colored entirety black. Little is known about him, except that he likes to smoke pungent cigars. Interestingly, he is also the god who invented drumming!

WORLD TREE

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In praise of the World Tree

The Maya Tree of Life, also known as Yaxche, plants its roots in the underworld, and then passes through our world as its branches extend all the way into paradise. Lurking somewhere inside the World Tree is ltzam-Ye, a bird god who is said to know all the secrets of the three planes of existence through which the World Tree grows.

Trials of the Gods

JUDGE’S GAZE

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A depiction of a trial.

Those charged with crimes are brought here, and they battle under the watchful gaze of the gods, the only infallible judges. Those proven innocent may leave, but the guilty are killed and thrown to Xibalba.

THIRSTY GODS

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A depiction of a drainage system.

When storms crash and rivers swell, direct the waters to quench the thirst of the gods, who toil above and below.

UNDERWORLD GATE

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A depiction of the entrance to Xibalba.

Here, under the watchful eye of one of the lords of Death, lies the gate to Xibalba, where all must travel when transitioning from this life to the next.

ANCIENT AQUEDUCT

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A depiction of engineering.

A city is only as strong as its crops and people. From here, we control the water, never having to rely on the fickly rains again.

TEMPLE OF THE SUN

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A depiction of a ritual.

Only the worthy may call upon Kinich Ahau. Use his light to chase the shadows from your hearts, and the city itself.

TREE OF LIFE

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A depiction of an axis mundi.

From its roots in the underworld, sheltering bats, it grows straight and true. Its trunk holds the realm of men fast, and its branches spread its white leaves across the night’s sky.

PATH OF BATTLE

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A depiction of a test.

Come, those who imagine themselves brave and bold. See if you can survive the trials awaiting within. Those who do will have earned their status as warriors.

HOWLING CAVES

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A depiction of sacrifice.

When the caverns begin to howl, a warrior must descend to ease the torment. If one cannot be sacrificed, then all will die.

Resting Places

URQU, THE SCOUT

QUECHUA
This is a memorial.

May Urqu be the one to chart the path from this life to the next, so that we may all travel safely.

RIMAK, THE STORYTELLER

QUECHUA
This is a memorial.

May Rimak's be the first voice we hear in the afterlife, and may her stories comfort us.

WAYTA, THE TYRANT

QUECHUA
This is a memorial.

May Wayta's desire for power be sated, by the time we follow him to the afterlife.

CHUKI, THE WEAVER

QUECHUA
This is a memorial.

May Chuki have woven us each a tunic of the finest wool, by the time we reach the afterlife.

QISPI, THE MERCHANT

QUECHUA
This is a memorial.

May Qispi have acquired a surplus of foods, supplies and comforts by the time we meet him in the afterlife.

OLLANTA, THE POTTER

QUECHUA
This is a memorial.

May Ollanta find the clays and metals of the artifacts suitable to her craft.

UTURUNKU, THE FERRYMAN

QUECHUA
This is a memorial.

May the rivers of the afterlife be calm, and Uturunku’s boat sturdy to ferry us across them.

HUASCAR, THE FERRYMAN

QUECHUA
This is a memorial.

May Huascar's knowledge of the two afterlives be sufficient to guide us, if we arrive in either.