https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/ 2026-05-16T09:13:29+00:00 https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/ https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/_media/logo.png text/html 2026-03-24T00:05:26+00:00 gm_ben (gm_ben@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:6:salithra?rev=1774310726&do=diff Pas de Deux Leaves crunch underfoot. Autumn may come yet. Despite everything, the earth continues either to turn on its axis, or to pretend. You walk away from the Bastion and into the forest, and the distance between you and the place seems to grow exponentially with each step.