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+Apocrypha is a world of mystery and forgotten history, built from
+first principles and the realization that even simple truths have
+consequences.
+
+My goal with building the world of Apocrypha is to create a generic
+fantasy world which is both suitable for books and for use with TRPGs,
+and is designed somewhere on the coherency spectrum between the
+Forgotten Realms and Discworld.
+
+Though it is being designed to function with the 5th edition of <a
+href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dungeons_%26_Dragons">Dungeons &
+Dragons</a> in mind, I am also haphazardly designing a TRPG of my own
+which may be abandoned along the way, but draws inspiration from
+Apocrypha as well as breathing life back into it.  Over the last 2
+months, I've found that working on one usually generates ideas that
+are applicable to the other, and overall energy for both projects
+benefits from this dynamic.
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+Welcome Readers, to the second Special Edition of our illustrious
+catalog of facts and figures.
+
+Last year, after our exploration of the Lowerdark's Cragmag Caverns
+proved such a fantastic success, we set our sights higher: to answer a
+[nagging] reader's question. Lola, age 8, from the Valanacian city of
+Florora, has been sending us letters.  Over two hundred letters to be
+precise.  Each has asked the same question,
+
+"Deer GGE, what is the talest mowntun [sic] in the world?"
+
+And while we don't usually reward improper spelling, her insistence,
+and the fact that no expert in the world seemed to know a precise
+answer, convinced us to settle it once and for all. Who knew that
+simple question one year ago would spark a fantastic journey of
+discovery and collaboration that may have ramifications beyond what we
+dreamed possible. Returning laden with treasures only one month ago,
+the GEE (& co.) Expedition has brought us the greatest treasure of
+all: an answer.
+
+Dear Lola,
+
+The greatest mountain in the world stands atop the far-northern range
+of snowy mountains known as the Sunpeaks.
+
+Since the entire northern ridge is filled with enormous mountains
+dwarfing (or maybe even gnoming) all other mountains found elsewhere,
+it was rather difficult for our sages here at the Imperial Center for
+Geographical Excellence to locate the general area of the range in
+which the peak might exist, much less its correlative parallel, and
+the sheer size of the range combined with its namesake ever-present
+blinding sunlight made clairvoyance and scrying spells of little use
+above 50,000 ft.
+
+Yes, you read that right.  50,000.  That's almost three times the
+height of Mount Pang and twice that of the Skyknife, but in the
+Sunpeaks, that's barely passing for average.
+
+But fear not dear readers.  The Geournal for Geographical Excellence
+is here to quench your thirst for knowledge. For comparing the several
+dozen peaks which form the Upper Cluster, we had to go to extreme
+lengths (and heights).  Simply put, we had to go there.
+
+With our collaborative sponsors, The Community Climber, Aerial
+Affairs, Snowpeak Tea, and a grant from the Ministry of Maps, we
+raised 1.3 million Imperial silver swans (a little more than the
+monthly taxpayer cost to support an entire legion of cavalry), to
+finance a voyage into the unknown, staking both our reserves and our
+reputation on the Expedition.
+
+We spared no cost, hiring only the best of the best.  Trackers,
+weatherworkers, guards, and guides, we set out into the Plateau of the
+Sun to find our answer.
+
+Six months we searched the pockets of mountains that exceeded our
+50,000 mark, listening to local legends, sending up balloons, and
+using a combination of our savvy and our ability to take small arcane
+gateways to cross from peak to peak. And those were fruitful months,
+even though we had yet to locate our quarry, days spent mapping and
+drawing, nights spent gazing into the clearest sky anywhere in the
+world (and then mapping and drawing it too)!
+
+We had found mountains.  Tall ones.  But had we found the tallest?
+
+We wouldn't know for almost three more months. The answer, it seemed,
+was always no. We would crest a peak, only to find another rising
+above us on the horizon. We had to to maintain a constant litany of
+darksight spells to see (without going blind) and frost spells to
+avoid melting (while in the sun) and fire spells to avoid freezing
+(while in the shade).
+
+We had to conjure air to breathe.
+
+And it was in these inhospitable conditions that we found them. Not
+mountains, those would come later, but our guides and our salvation.
+
+We were somewhere precisely north of the 47th parallel, when one of our
+forward seers called for a halt.  He had found a body. We assumed the
+worst, and began to prepare a frost-bag for storing it to take back
+with us when we came down the mountain (as we'd had to do with most of
+our veritable zoo of animals by this point).
+
+Imagine our surprise when the body rose to greet us with a smile.
+
+He was a bald human man, and no more than a few years into his young
+adulthood, and was absolutely blind, and fairly near naked. He led us
+to his small mountain abode, filled with others like him.  They called
+themselves monks, but when I asked them about their order, they had
+none!
+
+Though I would have offered the poor unregistered fellows use of my
+official quill and Imperial ink (had it not been alternatively frozen
+and then boiled) to register with an approved order, they assured me
+that they had no interest in the ways of the 'folk from down
+below'. Upon our request (and a few oddities accepted in exchange,
+namely a small bowl made of True Timber and a pair of hollow diamonds)
+the unregistered 'monks' agreed to aid us towards our goal (though I
+gathered the distinct impression that they very much acquiesced
+primarily in order to rid themselves of us).
+
+Two weeks after meeting with the 'monks' we had found it.
+
+The Sun-Touched Mountain.
+
+So, Lola, I'm sure you're lost interest by now, being the petulant and
+insistent child that you are, but deep within the Sunpeaks, beyond the
+ken of the civilized peoples, stands the tallest mountain in the
+world.
+
+We didn't climb it; we didn't dare.  And our humble guides requested
+that we saved ourselves the trouble. For we had found it.  High above
+the world, on a ridge of mountains the locals call 'The Edge' stands
+the impossibly massive peak.
+
+Shrouded from below by almost constant cloud-cover and the jutting
+cliffs of that massive ridge, we only dared observe it from afar.  The
+expanse between the ridge and the cluster we found ourselves on was
+measured in miles.
+
+Our best calculations put the height of the Sun-Touched Mountain at a
+staggering 179,400 ft.  And at it's peak, a brilliant day's Sun.
+
+I'll never forget the sight.
+
+Thank you Lola.  Now please stop writing us.
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