Loose threads: None. Really. Every thread was nicely tied. No need to return here. Please refrain from coming to this place.
Participants: Anath, Hecret, Guhdhag, Terrible-Fangs-Latching-Upon-and-Bringing-Slow-Death-to-Enemies, Dominique-Baptiste Emanuel
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Full report: Dominique
Dominique here, member of the Supreme Six, and appointed chronicler of this expedition. Our intrepid group of climbing hobbyists met at the Blinking Pug, where Guhdhag was organizing a casual stroll up the mountains (also to acquire some rare silver from a special silver vein). Not just a mountain, but the mountain. The one that rises through the clouds in the Continent. The boss is a smart cookie and decided to enlist a guide: the famous Tsukiyo's Champion, Getsumei Meioh. A celebrity between us climbing enthusiasts, but I always had my suspicions about that guy. My team fully trusted this Aasimar chaperone, but I knew there was something wrong with him. A deep, deep darkness beneath those ropes and crampons. And with that, we left.
The initial ascent was quite energizing. We made good progress and arrived at a good site to make camp. A small cavern awaited us on the side of the wall, and inside, your standard necrotic portal chamber from which Unknown abominations arrived at midnight. Unknown corpses, animated and bloodthirsty, and their evil shade, ambushed us when we were more vulnerable. However, they were no match for us, and got yeeted off the cliff by our spidery monk: Terri. Then we had a nice breakfast.
Next, we kept climbing up. This second portion of the journey was a bit slower, since Anath wanted to stop frequently to admire the view. Can't blame her really, it was beautiful up there. This is where Getsumei started acting strange: silent most of the time, and nervous as we got close to our destination.
Finally, we spotted the silver that needed to be mined. The moon shines the brightest that night, and things came to a quick crescendo. As we were up there, mining and chilling, Getsumei suddenly turned into a monster. Fueled by moonlight, his arms stretched, his skin grew fur, and his head fell off his shoulders. Still somehow alive, what was left of Getsumei attacked our dearest Guhdhag, who acted in self-defense. Two winged beasts of red skin and horned visage joined him, as we tried our best to defuse the situation. Even Demons deserve a second chance. A battle inevitably ensued. Hecret sealed the deal with a masterful strike, and I was there to heal the wounded. I also defeated one of the devils almost single-handedly by the way.
At the end, we mourned the death of our guide. For even we understood this evilness was just a series of bad life choices. Rest in peace. Also, we didn't return the body 'cause it turned into dust. Then... [there's some inky smudges and crossed-out intelligible text here]. Then we rested and reflected on our life choices, before joining in a group hug. One of the best experiences I've had at work ever.
- Dominique-Baptiste Emanuel