From f715e281bf40d32174e5fbb706d2992d6515a590 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: AndrewMurrell Date: Sat, 23 Dec 2017 14:49:17 -0500 Subject: Fix a 404. --- src/apocrypha/AnIntroductionToApocrypha.org | 29 ------ src/apocrypha/TheGournalGeographicAffairs.org | 137 -------------------------- src/apocrypha/anintroductiontoapocrypha.org | 29 ++++++ src/apocrypha/thegournalgeographicaffairs.org | 137 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 4 files changed, 166 insertions(+), 166 deletions(-) delete mode 100644 src/apocrypha/AnIntroductionToApocrypha.org delete mode 100644 src/apocrypha/TheGournalGeographicAffairs.org create mode 100644 src/apocrypha/anintroductiontoapocrypha.org create mode 100644 src/apocrypha/thegournalgeographicaffairs.org diff --git a/src/apocrypha/AnIntroductionToApocrypha.org b/src/apocrypha/AnIntroductionToApocrypha.org deleted file mode 100644 index d37a45a..0000000 --- a/src/apocrypha/AnIntroductionToApocrypha.org +++ /dev/null @@ -1,29 +0,0 @@ -An Introduction to Apocrypha - ---- - -title: "An Introduction to Apocrypha" - -updated: "2017-12-23 Sat 14:21" - -categories: AP - ---- - -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 Dungeons & -Dragons 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. diff --git a/src/apocrypha/TheGournalGeographicAffairs.org b/src/apocrypha/TheGournalGeographicAffairs.org deleted file mode 100644 index 3d28b90..0000000 --- a/src/apocrypha/TheGournalGeographicAffairs.org +++ /dev/null @@ -1,137 +0,0 @@ -The Gournal of Geographic Affairs: The Sun-Touched Mountain - ---- - -title: "The Gournal of Geographic Affairs: The Sun-Touched Mountain" - -updated: "2017-12-23 Sat 14:21" - -categories: AP, WP - ---- - -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. diff --git a/src/apocrypha/anintroductiontoapocrypha.org b/src/apocrypha/anintroductiontoapocrypha.org new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d37a45a --- /dev/null +++ b/src/apocrypha/anintroductiontoapocrypha.org @@ -0,0 +1,29 @@ +An Introduction to Apocrypha + +--- + +title: "An Introduction to Apocrypha" + +updated: "2017-12-23 Sat 14:21" + +categories: AP + +--- + +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 Dungeons & +Dragons 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. diff --git a/src/apocrypha/thegournalgeographicaffairs.org b/src/apocrypha/thegournalgeographicaffairs.org new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3d28b90 --- /dev/null +++ b/src/apocrypha/thegournalgeographicaffairs.org @@ -0,0 +1,137 @@ +The Gournal of Geographic Affairs: The Sun-Touched Mountain + +--- + +title: "The Gournal of Geographic Affairs: The Sun-Touched Mountain" + +updated: "2017-12-23 Sat 14:21" + +categories: AP, WP + +--- + +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. -- cgit v1.1-4-g5e80