https://originstory.oxfordrpg.com/ 2026-05-14T03:06:13+00:00 https://originstory.oxfordrpg.com/ https://originstory.oxfordrpg.com/_media/wiki:favicon.ico text/html 2021-10-18T23:48:32+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://originstory.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:ada_oaks?rev=1634600912&do=diff Ada Oaks Across the city, a number of people watch the digital clocks of their computers and phones, waiting for the minutes to tick by. In particular, one young woman sits in her new room. There had been a bit of a panic earlier as the University of Citropolis Halls’ Wi-Fi had seemed a bit unstable, but thankfully that has been sorted out now. As the clock switches to the new hour, she takes a deep breath and hits ‘enter’ on her message. text/html 2021-10-18T23:48:37+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://originstory.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:aither_falls?rev=1634600917&do=diff Aither Falls [tw: gun violence] The vigilante Zephyr flies erratically above the crowd, desperately trying to draw the fire. This guy was spouting off some speech or other, but whatever he was saying was overshadowed by the gun in his hand and the fact that he seemed set on firing into the crowd. Zephyr needed to get closer, to neutralise the threat, but to do so would be to leave the crowd undefended and at might threaten people getting hurt, or worse. text/html 2021-10-18T23:49:03+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://originstory.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:ashley_albarn?rev=1634600943&do=diff Ash Albarn A girl sits in a university bedroom, typing. She’s been out for a meal with her friends, and talked things over, and suddenly her planning have coalesced into concrete inspiration. The first chapter of the novel is about to take shape. text/html 2021-10-18T23:49:09+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://originstory.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:azul_cyfrol?rev=1634600949&do=diff Az Cyfrol For one last time, Az sets out the chairs in the extremely familiar warehouse. At some point, when it was clear nobody else was ever going to use this place, someone had hung up some fairy lights, and there was now a board on one of the walls held extracts of Spark news and opportunities, as well as events at The Udarnik Centre. There’s a section of the board specifically for poetry, regularly cycling through as various members take up the opportunity to share their words. text/html 2021-10-18T23:49:16+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://originstory.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:cass_coeus?rev=1634600956&do=diff Cass Coeus “Cass! It’s good to see you in person again!” Cass, having just floated over the ocean, has arrived on The Alan Hoyne Institute’s peninsula once more — and already, Brandon has come up to meet them, arms taking them in with a hug. text/html 2021-10-18T23:50:59+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://originstory.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:citrus_boy?rev=1634601059&do=diff Citrus Boy Somewhere " What does it mean to end? Who are we, when it’s all over? And what comes after the close? I lie in my bed And I try to think And in the meantime The city moves in sync. Somewhere — A cocoon awaits Blinds shutter open text/html 2021-10-18T23:49:31+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://originstory.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:davy_jenkins?rev=1634600971&do=diff Davy Jenkins The courtroom settles into a tense silence as the judge re-enters the room. Every available bit of space is packed with interested parties, hanging on every word of this landmark trial. “Mr. Davy Jenkins, this court finds you guilty on the charges of harassment of Mr. Wallace Udarnik, 4 counts of breaking and entering, interference with ongoing police investigations, failure to register a Spark, and conspiring with known terrorists. You are hereby sentenced to a minimum of 8 years… text/html 2021-10-18T23:49:37+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://originstory.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:eden_meyer?rev=1634600977&do=diff Eden Meyer Electronic beeps and music come from a games console. Tobi and Eden Meyer lie on the sofa, Tobi enthusiastically explaining the new game they’ve been playing. Something about a jumping man and a monkey? It’s sort of unclear, but they sure are excited about it, and Eden is listening to them ramble indulgently. It makes a nice break from studying – all those corporations and fiscal terms are getting muddled in Eden’s head at this point. text/html 2021-10-18T23:49:44+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://originstory.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:ethan_ford?rev=1634600984&do=diff Ethan Ford “And I'd like you to give a warm welcome to our new teaching assistant, Mr Ford!” Ethan waves from the corner of the lab. There's a murmur of greeting from the students, but they don't pay much attention to him. Of course they don't text/html 2021-10-18T23:49:50+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://originstory.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:fergus_heath?rev=1634600990&do=diff Fergus Heath Tonight, Fergus has arranged a Lighthouse meeting, to discuss what is to come. People, donning their green and gold badges, are sitting in chairs, facing a small podium Fergus has set up. Then, he arrives, and the chatting stops as he stands up to speak. text/html 2021-10-18T23:49:59+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://originstory.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:jasper_stewart?rev=1634600999&do=diff Jasper Jasper knocks at the door of his boyfriend's dorm. Sammy pulls it open and throws his arms around him, kissing him and letting him inside. “How was it?” “Very 'reporting 101' -- I can't wait to get further into it. I've already got some plans for the first assignment. text/html 2021-10-18T23:50:05+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://originstory.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:jay_vale?rev=1634601005&do=diff Jay Vale “So you don't consider yourselves vigilantes?” A camera snaps a picture of Jayce and Jadyn, who sit next to each other on a bench in the park. The reporter, a junior at the Sleuth, scribbles down their answers. It's all very understated text/html 2021-10-18T23:51:04+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://originstory.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:kai_gale?rev=1634601064&do=diff Kai Gale As usual Kai is quiet in Spark Club, but gone is the feigned distance. They lean forward and listen intently to the kid speaking. “The whole district just feels like a reminder. You are dangerous. You are not wanted. If you don't hide, this is what will happen. And its not like home is much better. text/html 2021-10-18T23:50:10+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://originstory.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:leta_zerizu?rev=1634601010&do=diff Leta Zerizu The other Hoyners had asked Leta if they were sure they wanted to come. Even though things were getting better -- slowly -- for most of the kids, Leta was still technically an inmate for a crime. They might react worse to them being noncompliant. text/html 2021-10-18T23:50:15+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://originstory.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:marcelo_diaz?rev=1634601015&do=diff Mar Díaz Walsh The champagne cork shoots off several feet away from the boat. The group lets out a cheer. “Hmmm... not sure it's a great start to be littering in the ocean.” “I'll fetch it.” The Magpie deftly swoops over and plucks the floating cork out of the water. text/html 2021-10-18T23:50:21+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://originstory.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:marcus_brooke?rev=1634601021&do=diff Marcus Brooke In the bustle of the lunch hall, a friendly face waves Marcus over to sit with the group. “So... did you tell them?” “Yeah, first thing when I got home last night” “And..?” “It went well. Really well actually. A few questions about how it worked and things, but generally pretty supportive. A lot better than I was worried it might have gone. It's just nice to have it off my chest, you know? It's been difficult hiding so much of my life from them. text/html 2021-10-18T23:50:26+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://originstory.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:mary-mary_dean?rev=1634601026&do=diff Mary-Mary Dean The building stands. Tall, resolute. Imbued with intent; to last, rooted in the ground, one of the many great columns rearing up out of the world that make Citropolis what it is: City. But this intent is old, and it’s facing off against the new. Not just the girl with the void at her fingertips. A whole construction crew, intentions united, channelling them through a spark. text/html 2021-10-18T23:50:36+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://originstory.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:megan_powell?rev=1634601036&do=diff Mags Powell how’d it go? … not good. could have been worse, I guess. Mags can tell her parents care, but they’re scared, of the world and what it will do to her, and they don’t see that fear’s making it worse. Her mother’s annoyed that Mags registered without telling her. Annoyed at the chances she’ll miss. She doesn’t know how to explain it so they understand… she’d become so eloquent recently, but it seems like they’re not quite speaking the same language, any more. text/html 2021-10-18T23:50:42+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://originstory.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:morphia_sandman?rev=1634601042&do=diff Morphia Sandman The Guiltless Aeon’s sprawling moon-city stretches out in all directions, strange curling architecture carved out of the moon-rock itself. Three flyers have flown here. One is small, winged, carried on no current of air through the inky-blankness. The others are less corporeal, even here, where nothing is corporeal, of ghostly not-substance, like the void through which they fly. Morphia, Mags and Marcus come to land on the surface of the moon. text/html 2021-10-18T23:51:09+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://originstory.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:mr_blavatsky?rev=1634601069&do=diff Mr Blavatsky It’s a sunny day, which feels odd for a graveyard. One particular grave seems almost radiant in the afternoon light; after years of neglect and the only occasional visitor, who rarely brought flowers, the grave is now covered in flowers and well wishes, many from people who never met the person memorialised here. text/html 2021-10-18T23:51:14+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://originstory.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:oliver_isted?rev=1634601074&do=diff Oliver Isted A small boy in an oversized coat arrives on the beach, with the sleeves pulled over his hands. He looks around nervously, glancing at the small group messing about a little down the shore. Is that them? They look a bit like them don't they? What if- text/html 2021-10-18T23:50:47+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://originstory.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:rachel_brown?rev=1634601047&do=diff Rachel Brown Rachel shuffles from foot to foot, as she hovers outside of the door to her house in Greenfield Meadows. Mild anxiety courses through her, of how her parents will react at her sudden visit — but… she’s finally ready. She’s finally ready to come home. text/html 2021-10-18T23:51:19+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://originstory.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:titania?rev=1634601079&do=diff Titania Through winding alleys of stone and thought, you may come across a sleeping place. Cut off from the Real City that whirs around outside it, with all its mess and bustle and struggle. The struggles here are quieter, interior, contained. That doesn’t mean they don’t sometimes lick upwards in tongues of flame. They do. text/html 2021-10-18T23:50:53+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://originstory.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:zackary_watts?rev=1634601053&do=diff Zackary Watts “So, do you think this place is what you’re looking for, Mr Watts?” Zackary takes in the office space, as the real estate agent stands at the doorway. Compared to his room at Uncle Ernest’s house, this place is much bigger — where at home, his documents struggle to stay stored, art submissions are stacked up in spare corners, and his cork board is spilling… here, it looks like it’d be able to fit all that, and