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-The Gournal of Geographic Affairs: The Sun-Touched Mountain
-
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-
-title: "The Gournal of Geographic Affairs: The Sun-Touched Mountain"
-
-updated: "2017-12-23 Sat 14:21"
-
-categories: AP, WP
-
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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.