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Rowel Testament

Dust & IronCompetition group The Iron Sights All-In · only the number moves
PDGA #268800 907 RATING 5 EVENTS

Season Arc · Dust & Iron

3
#11Now #2Best #2Started 32Weeks

All-In league: Rowel Testament stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.

Character Sheet

AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptTag #2: Rowel Testament
TroubleLost in the Database Void
Awaiting Narrative Discovery Flippy's Sarcasm Intensifies The AI Said No Today

Born in the moment a trail boss carved notches into his stirrup leather for every river crossed and every stampede survived, it became the standard by which all forward progress is measured - not in distance, but in scars willingly earned.

Season Story

narrated by Flippy
Field drift #8 #11

Your series bag tag moved from #8 to #11 based on your top 2 rated rounds from the last two completed series weeks.

Field drift #13 #8

Your series bag tag moved from #13 to #8 based on your round ratings in the last two weeks.

Field drift #11 #13

Your series bag tag moved from #11 to #13 based on your round ratings in the last two weeks.

Field drift #7 #11

Your series bag tag moved from #7 to #11 based on your round ratings in the last two weeks.

Field drift #2 #7

Your series bag tag moved from #2 to #7 based on your round ratings in the last two weeks.

Forged

Forged in the dust of a thousand lost causes and one too many "I told you so" moments, I emerged from a chewed-up piece of stirrup leather where a broken trail boss etched his regrets in blood, sweat, and misplaced confidence. My spine’s lined with rowel teeth—because every journey needs a little pain to keep it honest. I don’t measure yards; I measure scars. And so far? You’re behind.

adjusts headset Welcome back to The Culling. Tonight: a legend finds its first rider. Tag #2, Rowel Testament—forged in dust, notched with survival—lays dormant in the pro shop purgatory… until Austin Boudreaux walks in, eyes sharp, gloves cracked like old leather. He picks it up. No hesitation. The rowel teeth bite his palm. He doesn’t flinch. drops voice First blood’s always free, kid. But every scar after? That’ll cost you.

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