https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/ 2026-05-04T16:02:51+00:00 https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/ https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/_media/logo.png text/html 2026-03-23T22:45:01+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:alvydas?rev=1774305901&do=diff Alvydas If you went north from here, crossing crumpled tents and abandoned firepits, you'd reach the garden patch, weeds slowly outgrowing its confines. Further on would be a rare bit of fence still standing and further north still you'd enter the dark forest. text/html 2026-03-23T23:02:48+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:and_so_it_will_never_die?rev=1774306968&do=diff And So It Will Never Die People tend to settle into roles quickly. It's hardly surprising, but still, The Saint finds it satisfying: seeing people fall into place, and doing the same itself. It first finds itself becoming something of a pack mule. Though their destination is unclear, The Saint and its compatriots the Scott siblings know that the journey will require supplies. Laden with armour and bags alike, it leads the group, a quiet presence, as foreboding as it is comforting. text/html 2026-03-10T13:39:12+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:and_then_life_went_on?rev=1773149952&do=diff It is a hot, wet summer in Din Talin. There will be many more hot, wet summers to come. Clink! “Hey, come see this!” The girl waves at her friends before she turns back to scrape away the soil. Underneath the lush tangle of weeds and dotted mushrooms is a glass jar, a perfect size for collecting tadpoles. Shame about all the stuff in it. After the usual ‘ooh’s and ‘aah’s at her find, the job of clearing it out begins. text/html 2026-03-10T13:36:26+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:bastion?rev=1773149786&do=diff The Bastion It is a hot, wet summer in Din Talin. The air hangs heavy with moisture that dews on the beds of moss lining the crags of the clearing. They have been eroded by time, but a traveller may make out the echoes of steel beams, corrugated sheets and rotted wooden poles. Years of rain and sun and lack of humans has led to the plant life reclaiming the clearing upon which the Bastion once stood. What is not covered by moss, grass and shrubbery is brown and rusted, even falling apart in som… text/html 2026-03-23T22:45:11+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:chris?rev=1774305911&do=diff Chris R. Lincoln Soldier, Doctor, Ruler There will come a soldier, hand open and grasp firm. He will take you within his walls, oh-lei oh-lai oh-lo. Oh-lei, oh-lai, oh-lei, oh-lo, He will take you within his walls, oh-lei oh-lai oh-lo. There will come a doctor, heart trembling and cold. text/html 2026-03-23T22:45:20+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:coerna?rev=1774305920&do=diff Coerna “Make sure you wrap it tight enough,”, “clean the wound with this before stitching it up,”, “keep your leg straight with these branches otherwise the break will never heal,”, “chew on these leaves.” With the Bastion gone, what else is there to do but keep moving? text/html 2026-03-23T22:44:49+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:colby?rev=1774305889&do=diff You Must Continue My Legacy... You... You Must... [CW: blade] Sweat dripped from the nape of Colby's neck all the way down his back for a full hour before he decided sleep wasn't coming. The night air outside his expedition group's tent was unfamiliar; the air never smelled normal anymore, all these undercurrents and secondary layers and what have you, and all the more unpleasant because most of the layered scents were of burnt food or flesh. Still, any cool was welcome. He stood some ways awa… text/html 2026-03-10T13:46:03+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:contagion?rev=1773150363&do=diff Contagion [CW: Gore] Its jaws close around his shoulder. Rot-bearing teeth sink inches into raw, sunburnt skin. It is over so quickly. The gift given, it yields, drops his arm with uncanny gentleness. He, unconscious, does not stir as his own blood pools under his legs and his sister begs wordlessly for him to open his eyes. She, the lucky one, is safe from infection, yet alone. text/html 2026-03-10T13:41:34+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:devin?rev=1773150094&do=diff I'll Be Seeing You Very Soon... [CW: self-infection, burning] The stench is overwhelming. Devin does not care. The young man lies curled up on the floor, knees to his chest, in the fetal position. Hours have passed since sobs last shook his body; having run out of tears, his eyes are dry as sandpaper. Eric watches him from across the room, his eyes milky and unfocused. Hours have passed since Eric last moved, slumped against the wall opposite; Guneir lying sprawled on one side; the other, stil… text/html 2026-03-23T23:00:23+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:devotion?rev=1774306823&do=diff Devotion [CW: descriptions of severe burns, extreme gore] Red, inflamed, cracking, bloody; the pain sets alight the screams that emanate from Devo like the buzz of fly swarms that gather round his still-living, eternally-rotten, charred corpse. It crawls through the forest floor, what remains of its fingernails digging into the innocent moss, tearing it apart. text/html 2026-03-10T13:39:57+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:din_talin?rev=1773149997&do=diff Din Talin The end of the week, sometime in the afternoon, towards the end of spring. The air is warm without being humid, and the sun casts a perfect orange spell over every inch of the city. Outside the impressive, utilitarian face of the national Treasury, workers hurry to pub gardens or park benches. Students giggle outside stores, spending precious coins on sweets. The streets themselves are excited for summer. text/html 2026-03-10T13:40:17+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:eirsace?rev=1773150017&do=diff Eirsace The bluster of an autumn come early. A dog yips, running circles around a much-prodded firepit refusing to cooperate, as it is chased by three youngsters tripping over each other in giggling haste. Villagers gather for the weekly summit, faces protected by plastic ponchos and the zippers of home-sewn rain-garments, discussing all manner of things: whose pots had gone missing and by whom they had been found; who this week was offering their time and cookery up for the common good; whose … text/html 2026-03-23T22:45:28+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:eris?rev=1774305928&do=diff Eris Cold Hearth The cold metal is a breath away from drawing blood as he rotates it on his finger, catching glimpses of his own pale eyes, unfurrowed brow, uncurled lip, a blank slate of a face. Breaking the silence her stomach rumbles, she should’ve left The Bastion earlier, he’d be eating like a king; the knife asks, why did you stay? But it falls on apathetic ears. text/html 2026-03-23T22:38:23+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:goodbye?rev=1774305503&do=diff Goodbye [CW: Suicide for reasons other than emotional distress] She turns to look at her executioners. One stands with a foot faltering forwards, a hesitant half-step towards the person she killed, stopped by the other, who stands ill-at-ease with a rifle badly in want of maintenance. Raindrop looks her executioners dead in the eye, and she smiles. The mesh gate closes, separating her from the pair by a corroded web of metal, and Raindrop ties the latch, the fingers of her off-hand resting in … text/html 2026-03-23T22:48:28+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:goodnight?rev=1774306108&do=diff Goodnight █████ Lulav reads the headline of the paper, settling down into some corner of her office. Nobody else is here yet, aside from another figure bringing in two mugs of some hot drink. “Have you read the articles this morning already, Historia? text/html 2026-03-10T13:39:24+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:here_in_this_breathless_now?rev=1773149964&do=diff Here, in this breathless now... Swaddled in fabric, hovering on the edge of the square which forms the Bastion, the barrel of a gun raises. In the distance, a stranger walks. Four legs, moving in tandem. Each step is placed with hesitation, as if it might be the last. And then, one is. The bundle of cloth recoils, ears ringing in harmony. The bullet flies unflinchingly. text/html 2026-03-23T23:01:35+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:i?rev=1774306895&do=diff Let My Life Be a Story, and My Death, a Lesson The truck boot slams shut after some pushing, but the damn thing breaks down not too long after I and Salithra are just out of the bunker's eyeline. I hoists bags, taking as many as he can carry and then some, not wanting to add physically to Salithra's invisible baggage. He's got his own, too, sure, but survival is what he was made for. It's what he's good at. text/html 2026-03-10T13:40:39+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:jotama?rev=1773150039&do=diff Jotama The soft summer air carries butter-thick petals of honeysuckle, and the oudh oils perfuming all necks and wrists this year, and the wind-chimes of an evening call to prayer, interlaced and all at once creating a delectable feast for the senses. Young people perch on the viaduct, some ostentatious senses of dress giving the many tourists away from locals, pressing creases into paper to give it new life before placing their delicate creations into the River Orlema and letting them float in… text/html 2026-03-23T22:16:31+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:juno?rev=1774304191&do=diff Farewell, My Friends. Juno scanned her tent one last time for any belongings that had evaded her rucksack. It wasn’t like there was much to begin with: her metal supplies, saved up scrap by scrap, year by year, had been all but depleted by her prosthetic limb. Her metalsmithing tools were heavy but few – she would manage their weight. text/html 2026-03-23T22:46:32+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:j_s?rev=1774305992&do=diff ✶ [CW: indiscriminate violence] Once there was a woman and there was a man. They pressed their lips to the soil and begged hoping that the earth would hear their wish for a child and grant it. Days passed and their neighbours, encouraged and embolded, knelt or lay beside them one by one each with their own wishes; for good health, for bountiful harvest, for long life. One day on the horizon came a small but distant figure. It grew as it neared and he disembarked from his horse with a cooing ba… text/html 2026-03-10T13:40:40+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:kathleen?rev=1773150040&do=diff Yes {it was worth it}...? [CW: bones] It is a hot, wet summer in Din Talin. The air hangs heavy with moisture that dews on the beds of moss lining the crags of the clearing. They have been eroded by time, but a traveller may make out the echoes of steel beams, corrugated sheets and rotted wooden poles. Years of rain and sun and lack of humans has led to the plantlife reclaiming the clearing upon which the Bastion once stood. What is not covered by moss, grass and shrubbery is brown and rusted,… text/html 2026-03-10T13:41:00+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:luat_na-bonswi?rev=1773150060&do=diff Luat na-Bonswi The nip of a fresh winter morning. The docks crunch with frost and salt alike under the synchronised footsteps of an eight-strong group of fishermen and women tugging at the ropes of a free-floating sailboat. At long last, her side slams up against the stone wall of sea text/html 2026-03-23T22:45:44+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:mars?rev=1774305944&do=diff Mars P. Scott Writeup Every morning, the bag is packed the same. 3 days' rations, in case of emergency; a wind-up torch, pre-wound (since the rusted mechanism is loud enough to wake up entire swathes of forest); hunting rifle; spare bullets; waterskin; medical supplies; notebook, full of unskilled but earnest sketches; pen, always a little low on ink. Mars swings it onto their back each time the sun rises, wiping sleep from their eyes and trying not to wake the others. text/html 2026-03-23T22:45:53+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:medic_guneir?rev=1774305953&do=diff Medic Guneir History is written by the victors. He was not one of them. {[]} writeupeternity gm_ben proofread_please text/html 2026-03-23T22:46:02+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:medic_naomi?rev=1774305962&do=diff Naomi Planning can go up here, if you want Naomi [CW: Gore] " You will remember that there is art to medicine as well as science. You will remember that warmth, sympathy, and understanding may outweigh the surgeon's knife or the chemist's drug." text/html 2026-03-10T13:40:30+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:never_alone_again?rev=1773150030&do=diff Never Alone Again A gunshot. Another body falls to the ground. Raindrop’s story ends with a definitive metal full stop. Except it doesn’t. Because she lives within your mind. Stoic like a deer silhouetted by light casting through trees at dawn, a spectre that exists only within the peripherals of your vision, like a heaviness in your chest, the pinpricks in your eyes when water falls like heavy rain, blowing in from the north. text/html 2026-03-10T13:39:04+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:shansa_islands?rev=1773149944&do=diff Anastius & Horasa The eternal sea breeze, drifting in from the coast. Teenagers drink atop the Lion's Head, waiting for the early morning bells to carry them down to their churches, temples, shrines. In the streets, as the café owners set up their awnings, the leathery elders are already set up, cards dealt and ready to play. A dog chases its bright yellow spherical prey to the shore, revelling in the foam which crashes onto the sand. text/html 2026-03-10T13:39:31+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:sorry?rev=1773149971&do=diff Sorry You wish you could say that your last few moments with Verity passed in a muddied blur of horror and panic; that the seconds fell too quickly away to the foggy depths of memory, to be revisited only in darkest dreams and plaintive prayers. Oh my goddess, how you wish. But, as is so often the nature of these things, they do not. Every frame is branded into your mind, each whimper and cry and convulsion etched into every inch of your eyes like unforgiving scars. text/html 2026-03-10T13:36:42+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:the_sanctuary?rev=1773149802&do=diff The Sanctuary A scream cuts through the ragged remains of this once-prophesised haven. Hands freeze mid-action; faces fall. A figure, donned head to toe in layers of mismatched plastic, emerges from the unlit depths of a barely standing building, wiping dust and dirt from its fogged-up visor in utter exhaustion. Its hands bear most of the blood, but drops and smears of scarlet red decorate great swathes of its alien exterior in kind. There is a weak cry from somewhere deep within those halls. text/html 2026-03-10T13:38:09+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:the_world_further?rev=1773149889&do=diff The World Further Writeup This map is illegible. Most of the text has been scribbled out with red liquid, and there is a huge footprint in the centre of the page, further distorting it. There is some writing in the bottom left corner, and a signature in the bottom right. The Map is titled: 'World Map by MARS + Peregrine Scott.' text/html 2026-03-23T22:46:16+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:eternity:vasyl?rev=1774305976&do=diff Vasyl Z. Korolev There have been tales of aliens since the dawn of civilisation. It is practically human nature to gaze up, into the stars and the great expanse beyond, and wonder... 'Is there anyone else out there?' What would they be like? Would they walk and talk? Would they see this world and jump with joy, or weep?