https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/ 2026-05-07T12:24:11+00:00 https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/ https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/_media/wiki:logo.png text/html 2024-10-10T12:54:24+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:aina?rev=1728564864&do=diff The Trial of Aina Bejegis “I have always said that it was my intent to throw myself at the mercy of the public as soon as this world's End was forestalled, and I hope you can accept my apologies that I was not able to do this sooner. The work of the palace has been busy of late, and I am most thankful for the contributions that you have all made to the reconstruction of this kingdom. text/html 2024-10-10T12:42:23+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:anni?rev=1728564143&do=diff A Litter In Town “Shopkeep! What is taking so long? I’m an extremely busy man.” Behind the stall’s broad selection of baked goods, a flustered young half-elf flinches, and redoubles their pace, gathering together the order. Their customer, a bedazzled noble dressed in fine silks and with a heavy coin pouch swinging tauntingly from their belt, glances impatiently at their pocket watch and clicks their tongue. Finally, nervous fingers bundle the pastries into a wrap of paper, and the noble opens… text/html 2024-11-14T18:26:42+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:anton?rev=1731608802&do=diff Author’s Note I have spent a very long time writing this page, and while that is for a myriad of reasons, it would be dishonest to not admit that a part of it is because I know this means it will be over. The very thing that Anton feared for all his long, unhappy life will be here. The End. And there will be no going back. text/html 2024-10-10T12:46:38+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:beomus?rev=1728564398&do=diff Picnic Beomus was going to be late. He’d be late to things before, of course, and he was certain that Tabal wouldn’t mind, but he couldn’t believe that he’d let himself be late to such an important date. He clutches the picnic basket in his jaw as he begins his descent down to the clearing in the swamp where the two of them had agreed to meet. As he nears the ground, he flaps his wings to slow himself, before landing (somewhat) gracefully upon the ground. text/html 2024-10-10T12:46:44+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:cedar_kranz?rev=1728564404&do=diff You learn something new every day. She's running around the class frantically. The lesson begins in 5 minutes and they cannot find the map of Modnik hand out. The guest speaker from Lefton laughs, says it's completely fine. Maybe, but she wants it to be perfect. Cedar and Leopold spent so much time exploring and rebuilding the world. Going to places on the map which Anton never built and building them from the ground up. She's not going to repeat the mistakes of the past, they're not going to t… text/html 2024-10-10T12:46:52+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:ed_nonson?rev=1728564412&do=diff Your Ending The time has come. There aren’t many of you left, now. Ahmed and Ed, of course, and the latter has long since become aware of Tatu, constantly watching. Tales from the North suggest that Mirabel, or Tatiana - whatever their name is - is still kicking around. Perhaps she’ll join the new Antagonist; it would suit them. Beomus and Tabal still raise their dragon kids. Rhys and Kittiwake survived, too, thanks to Ed’s plants of eternal youth. Everyone else who didn't take the plant has di… text/html 2024-10-10T12:46:58+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:eris_snuffsmot?rev=1728564418&do=diff Last Words Remember me for the people I helped, the choices I made, what I believed in. Tell my story. My name is Eris Snuffsmot. — Written by Oli Thea Upon the board that once held the quests drafted by the Royal Guard, a notice appears. It’s not too long, not too complicated, but it’s sincere and carefully scribed. It’s an obituary, written by Thea Yerake, for Eris Snuffsmot. And, although the only stone into which Eris’ name is carved is the plaque for her tomb, her obituary is taken d… text/html 2024-10-10T12:47:07+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:feodor_ficklefate?rev=1728564427&do=diff Don't take (me) this bread for granted! “The finest hats! The finest bread! What more could you want from a shop. Feodor's finest floury focaccia alongside Fyodor's fancy flavourful fedoras. Next to Debenams, the newest hot spot in Ytic only has two products: bread and hats. When you get bored of the bread, you buy yourself a hat. And when you have too many hats, you can buy yourself some fine rye to calm yourself down. It's an infallible business model the citizens of Ytic have never seen be… text/html 2024-10-10T12:54:17+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:geroi?rev=1728564857&do=diff Freedom “Damn this all! All this world and all it is. No more-“ A momentary flash of pain. Everything goes dark. ... And it remains so. Is this... success? Is the Structure dead? Is this freedom? Is this death? Ha... Haha... Is there a difference at this point? text/html 2024-11-14T18:23:02+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:grankma?rev=1731608582&do=diff But For Good “You dun’t go walkin’ the streets of Y’ic alone at night. That’s what they say. There’s somethin’ out there. Somethin’ that ain’t human. They call it the Shadow. They say it stalks the darkened streets, ‘idin’ in the clefts an’ ‘ollows. They say it snatches you up when you ain’t lookin’, takin’ you gods know where. Man, woman, child… they never find the bodies.” text/html 2024-10-10T16:40:03+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:hedara?rev=1728578403&do=diff Planting Seeds With Anton and Geroi gone, and the Structure and Story once again sealed away, Ytic becomes a safer place. But in a city so large, broken bones and diseases are common occurrences. And, whether injured or sink, rich or poor, old or young, everyone knows where to take their ailments: the infirmary at the Royal Barracks, and the elf-dryad duo that now staff it. text/html 2024-10-10T12:47:57+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:jex_jax_jix?rev=1728564477&do=diff Sing, Song, Shanty On the high seas, near the coast of Modnik, a lone ship gently graces across the waves, three distinct voices echoing outwards. ‘SEE, I TOLD YOU ALL THIS TIME, OUR OWN VOYAGE, BACK ON THE HIGH SEAS AGAIN, THE SALTY WIND ON MY SCALES. AH IT’S THE THING IT TELL YOU. DO WE REALLY HAVE TO GO BACK JAX?’ text/html 2024-10-10T12:48:42+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:kara_sutherland?rev=1728564522&do=diff The Prologue of Epilogue “Brilliant, please process the application to increase the safety measures for Jex, Jax, and Jix's jewellery shop.” Kara donned her black cloak, and her glance fell on the mirror's reflection, where an evidence board connected with threads and pins text/html 2024-10-10T13:07:16+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:kittiwake?rev=1728565636&do=diff Becoming your story A line of heroes, oh chain of tortured souls, falls in the spotlight and splays across the stage. The metal bites back, the world demands its pound of flesh to keep on living in it, the death of the actor is needed for the transformation to be complete — don’t you know that one cannot earn their happiness without suffering? The outside looking in peers through the cracks of the Structure, and bleeds in. Silvery-grey oozes into the paint picked out for Kit, and it swirls and … text/html 2024-10-10T12:49:56+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:kydomela?rev=1728564596&do=diff Now we're Cooking! The sun begins its descent. Epilogue closes early today. The bustle of customers fades as Kydomela wipes the tables. A crow takes flight as they lock the doors, circling overhead. Today is the day. The sun tracks lower in the sky. text/html 2024-10-10T12:50:04+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:leopold?rev=1728564604&do=diff Founding Myth Once upon a time, there lived a fox. A fox? you might ask. What does a fox have to do with our home? Listen quietly, and I’ll tell you. Once upon a time, there lived a fox. This fox was made for our world, in a way quite unlike you or me — she was text/html 2024-11-14T18:22:36+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:marina_fisher?rev=1731608556&do=diff What comes after The Monster Encyclopaedia, fifth edition This 'entry' in the Monster Encyclopaedia appears to have been slipped into the book between two pages as an addendum. Type: Humanoid Demon | Challenge Rating: Start running In a different hand is scrawled the following: text/html 2024-10-10T12:51:56+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:mirabel_maracolo?rev=1728564716&do=diff Ash and Blood Those folk that live by the edges of the world up north, where you can see the world turned to empty and unfinished along the horizon, they have a peculiar tale. The tale of a flame that dwells in emptiness. Some'll tell you of the horrid screams that echo along the shore, the voice of an abomination even the waves cannot drown out. text/html 2024-10-10T12:52:58+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:mirara_ellenva?rev=1728564778&do=diff -And in Health “Mirara...” whispers the Queen, “you have...” She stops for a moment and clears her throat. Projecting her voice has never come easily to Aina, but she wants everyone to hear this. “You have given me a reason to live. You have given me the strength I needed to carry on when I was at my lowest. Thank you text/html 2024-10-10T12:46:30+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:montgomery_yovir?rev=1728564390&do=diff Succession It is one of those perfect days in mid-Autumn, where the sun shines on a day that is refreshingly cool and awakening, and the wind blows copper leaves through the streets. Dressed in his battered and tarnished yellow suit, the Baron carefully places a sealed letter on his office desk, and, creaking and wheezing, emerges from the manor-like entrance to YIPPP, to his home for two-centuries worth of memories, and takes a deep breath, standing motionless for but a moment. With a sigh, he… text/html 2024-10-10T12:53:06+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:redwaey?rev=1728564786&do=diff Reflections Despite their darkness, the woods are brimming with life as you and your family — your whole family — pick a path through them. Ahead, you can hear flames gently crackling, and smoke wafts towards you on the breeze. Leopold and Maxwell. text/html 2024-11-14T18:23:49+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:rhys_vaughan?rev=1731608629&do=diff Arduous Orange. Autumn foliage, rust, sunlight spilling onto a closed mahogany door. Paper held up to a candle to inspect it. The taste of bile as the guilt is pushed down again. His antlers are growing, slowly but surely. It's not a painful process by any means, not really text/html 2024-10-10T12:53:27+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:samphire_steelhart?rev=1728564807&do=diff Bittersweet You come into the temple once again, bearing the heavy weight of a dozen pints in your hands. Though you get a few strange glances from some of the acolytes still coming around, most of the gods just give you a subtle nod, knowing exactly who your delivery is headed for. You find him where he always is - in a forgotten corner, away from everyone else. Every visit to him text/html 2024-10-10T12:53:36+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:tabal?rev=1728564816&do=diff Ending You hold Beomus' hand. It's fluffy, but also soft. But most importantly, your hand fits perfectly in theirs. You look into their eyes, and for a moment there is nothing else. A smooth breeze brings you back into reality. You hold them tightly as the sun begins to set. This was always your favourite spot. You always loved bringing Beomus here, and one day you knew you'd bring him up here one last time. A green hilltop with a singular tree. You're both resting against the tree, leaning int… text/html 2024-10-10T12:53:44+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:tatu_tanzak?rev=1728564824&do=diff Watching Scripture On a quiet knoll, in the depths of the Park, Baron Montgomery Yovir sits down next to his father, and never stands again. He leaves behind him a son, Algernon, now at the helm of one of the most powerful companies in Modnik, with grand ambitions for making it more powerful still. But this is not his concern; he rests, satisfied with his life. text/html 2024-10-10T12:54:31+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:the_character?rev=1728564871&do=diff The Character Feeling. A happy gnome walking to the store. A content elemental sipping some tea. A pained adventurer making their sweet final breath. But this is just the curtain. Beyond is indescribable sensation. What does it mean to feel joy when angry, to feel wistful yet apathetic, to be regretful and proud? An endless, loud, violent cacophony of sound and colour and emotion and everything. How you can act rationally when you feel everything, how can you act irrationally when you have felt… text/html 2024-10-10T12:55:03+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:the_end?rev=1728564903&do=diff The End The villain Ahmed stands before the band of heroes, his eyes filled with contempt. His visage is a fearsome one. A hand of skulls that whispers and chatters of abhorrent deeds to ears so daring as to listen in. In his other arms is a book that turns its own pages, ink swimming among the pages on its own - divinity contained and made into a tool. His figure is cloaked in brilliant red cloak - stained by a dozen slaughters, the suffering dealt out suffused into the very fibres. A fiery … text/html 2024-10-10T12:53:51+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:tobet_scrib?rev=1728564831&do=diff Stories To Share Fire crackling, wind whistling, trees dancing. An Orangutan shaped figure hunched over a small campfire watches the great city of Ytic below, firelight dancing on his tired face, singed arms, and spokes of the carriage beside him. He came to this city with a dream of heroism. Who knew that hope would turn into the flames of hate and fear, that his mentor would turn enemy, that those flames would bring his only charge to ashes. Wood creaks, a carriage overburdened with the last … text/html 2024-10-10T12:54:50+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:your_story?rev=1728564890&do=diff Your Story First there was a modern world. A world of industry and economy, of prosperity and disparity. A world where the laws were firm things that did not break, yet so many bent them for their convenience. A man named Anton dwelled in this world. text/html 2024-10-10T12:53:57+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://scripture.oxfordrpg.com/epilogue:ytic?rev=1728564837&do=diff Villain [CW: Gore, violence] “Ahmed, the Structure, and the Story, are to be sealed in place... for as long as this magic can possibly allow.” - the last words you hear before the world flickers out into nothingness. To your left, a book you know to hold the God you served and promptly betrayed - The Story.