https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/ 2026-05-01T09:49:03+00:00 https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/ https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/_media/logo.png text/html 2025-10-23T09:15:55+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_sharing:thress:5:fuoco_fatuo?rev=1761210955&do=diff Are █ou all ██still t███re? Nassians, yes, but River-climbers, too. Orchestrans here and there. Forms all strange, names moreso, unfamiliar combinations and imagery. Are █o█ all still saf█? Overpopulation. Without Yellowburn the sprawling cities can only let their inhabitants climb so high; the River-climbers, a people of upward growth rather than Nassian horizontal expansion, reach for the stars, yet cannot make it there alone. text/html 2025-10-23T09:16:03+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_sharing:thress:5:hinkypunk?rev=1761210963&do=diff To bridge the divide, perhaps, requires you to find where the gap lies. You turn to archives, to history, to understand their culture to know where it clashes up against your own. They offer it to you, let you leaf through River-climber past, a hundred different specks of who they used to be viewed at once; how everything is named for what is cherished and what brings that quality to light. Way-home, the journey itself valued and emphasised by it as the home of their people; Shine-close, the bri… text/html 2025-10-23T09:15:35+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_sharing:thress:5:ignis_fatuus?rev=1761210935&do=diff Myathriri catches it. Catches you. Traces the little bleep of activity, some system listed as Shine-close where a shuttle of supplies are shunted somewhere else; but you are far from her, and further still from the one of you over Yerssa. Is it more sickening, knowing soon that you shall view the galaxy in patchwork, a hundred dizzying perspectives no Nassian was meant to see? Or is it worse, this single one, all that dead metal clinging to you like eyelash dust, blindspots like a sword looming … text/html 2025-10-23T09:15:48+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_sharing:thress:5:spooklight?rev=1761210948&do=diff Plans are made to be broken, perfect ideas in boardrooms dissolving in the sands of crisis, of Nassian plight. Without Myathriri, not a single one of you able to catch a glimpse of her in return, you keep going. Speak, blink yourself back to activity and reality and utility. You have missed so much, whilst you were gone. text/html 2025-10-23T09:15:43+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_sharing:thress:5:will_o_the_wisp?rev=1761210943&do=diff COORDINATES FOUND… There she is again. That little girl, traipsing after will o’ the wisps through the deep dark woods, determined to hold, to clutch at just one more tiny point of light before it flickers out forever. There are so many, oh, far too many; a hundred little pieces of yourself, peripheral vision making the meaning-laden, pin-prick stars jut out against the ink-seas; the cold absence that threatens to swallow you until you feel like nothing much at all.