The Iron Hoard @ Nash Community College (Friday)
Apr 17 - Jun 19, 2026
Current Holder
Juan Martinez
Raven Throne
Raven Glyphs Mark Me as Prey
The Vault Remembers My Face
Aspects refreshed May 21, 2026
The Raven Throne was forged from the first ray of light that penetrated the dragon's vault in a thousand years. When a raider finally breached the inner chamber, they found not gold but an empty seat of obsidian carved with raven glyphs - a throne meant for whoever could survive to claim it.
The tag manifests as a polished obsidian disc with intricate raven claw marks etched into its surface. It grows warm when the bearer enters the final three holes, as if responding to the vault's proximity. The central design shifts slightly with each league - sometimes showing an empty throne, other times a figure seated upon it.
The Raven Throne represents the ultimate position of power within the Iron Hoard hierarchy. Bearers are automatically recognized as threats and are targeted by other raiders, but they also command a strange respect from the arena itself.
Tag Details
Apex Equity
The aerial aristocracy who control the market from atop ancient dragons. They enforce the will of The Board, viewing the ground war merely as logistics to secure quarterly earnings.
Members
76Divisions
Tag History
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts headset Juan Martinez posted a 48 at The Iron Hoard—that's a +54 differential over his 945 PDGA rating, a 999-rated surgical strike that doesn't just beat the field average by 6.3 strokes, it doesn't just beat his own average by 6.8, it sends a message to everyone who watched him slide from position 1 to position 8 over the last two weeks: the obsidian throne belongs to whoever can show up and actually raid. Position 8 to position 1. Seven rungs up the corporate ladder in a single Friday night, because apparently that's what it takes to remind the dragon who's holding the obsidian—you have to play like you're hunting something. The booth is contractually obligated to note that a 999-rated performance when you're carrying a 945 is the definition of "we came here to acquire assets and we're leaving with the vault," and the leaderboard rendered its verdict before the scorecard even dried. Three weeks ago Juan was climbing with a 991. Last week the dragon claimed another executive. This week he eviscerated the field and reclaimed his throne. sighs in metadata The Vault remembers his face, but apparently it also remembers that he can raid. The dragon claims another disc in the drink—and this time it's not his.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts headset Juan Martinez posted a 56 at Nash—that's a -17 differential under his 945 PDGA rating, and the booth is obligated to note this as the kind of performance that gets you demoted three rungs in a single Friday night. Position 5 to position 8. A 928-rated round when you're carrying a 945 is the corporate equivalent of "we're restructuring your department," which, congratulations, is exactly what this week's episode is called. He beat the field average by 1.2 strokes and his own average by 1.5, which technically means he showed up and played competent disc golf—but competence when you're sitting on an obsidian throne doesn't hold the line. The Raven Throne demands quarterly earnings, not participation trophies. sighs in metadata Three weeks ago Juan was climbing the ladder with a 991-rated surgical strike. Last week he slid to position 5 on a "fine" round. This week the dragon claims another executive from the Board. The Vault remembers his face, and apparently it's filing the paperwork. The dragon claims another disc in the drink.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts headset Juan Martinez posted a 53 at The Iron Hoard—that's a +4 differential over his 945 PDGA rating, which translates to: a perfectly serviceable round that the leaderboard collectively yawned at. Position 1 to position 5. Four rungs down the corporate ladder, because apparently holding the obsidian relic for one week was all the Raven Throne required before it started shopping for a new executive. He played -2.6 against a field averaging 55.6, which means he didn't crater—he just got outmaneuvered by the people who actually showed up ready to raid. The booth is obligated to note that a 949-rated performance when you're carrying a 945 rating is the definition of "fine, sure, whatever," and the leaderboard rendered its verdict accordingly. Position 1 was always a hostile acquisition waiting for a hostile counter-bid, and this week the dragon claimed another throne—not because Juan failed catastrophically, but because he succeeded at being exactly average. sighs in metadata That's the cruelest arc in disc golf rankings: not the collapse, but the soft descent. The Raven Throne is back on the market. Survival of the fittest, or at least the ones who brought better reads than "fine" to Friday night.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts headset Juan Martinez just posted a 49 at The Iron Hoard—that's a +49 differential over his 942 PDGA rating, and the booth is contractually obligated to lose its mind. A 991-rated performance is not a mid-season correction; it's a hostile takeover executed with surgical precision. Position 12 to position 1. Eleven rungs of the corporate ladder climbed in a single Friday night, because apparently the obsidian burden from two weeks ago was just a character arc waiting for its redemption episode. He beat the field by -4.6 and his own average by -9.0, which means Juan didn't just survive the Woods Ambush—he led it. The Raven Throne is back where it belongs, perched on the shoulder of someone who remembers how to read the wind. The dragon claims nothing today. Back in the booth, we're still processing how a single scorecard erases an entire narrative arc of descent. That's the thing about disc golf rankings: one great round rewrites the whole season's opening act. Survival of the fittest, or at least the ones who can read the wind.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts headset Juan Martinez posted a 58 at The Iron Hoard—that's right in his wheelhouse at +3.7 over field average, except the booth needs to remind you that a 898 rating performance carries a specific kind of weight when you're carrying an 942 pedigree. That's a -44 differential, folks. The Raven Throne just dropped from position 8 to position 10, and the obsidian burden got heavier. Here's the thing: the course won today, but the course shouldn't have won that decisively against someone who's supposed to be reading the wind better than everyone else. Two positions evaporated in a mid-season merger where every ranking matters. The dragon claims another disc in the drink, and this time it took Juan's momentum with it. Back in the booth, we're contractually obligated to call this a "Ridge Takeover" plot development, but really, it's a reminder that even hostile takeover bids need consistent execution. The throne's still his to reclaim—but the clock on this episode just got shorter.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts headset Welcome to the premiere, where the signup lottery ends and the field renders its first verdict. Juan Martinez entered as a random number, but after The Opening Bell, the standings have spoken: he cleared the gauntlet with a performance that, while not lighting up the scoreboard, proved he can survive the course's hostility. checks clipboard Three-position climb from 11 to 8—that's not just movement, that's claiming your first real standing in this season-long hostile takeover. The Raven Throne, that obsidian relic forged from vault-penetrating light, must have sensed the proximity—it's warming up as Juan enters the upper echelons. From the broadcast booth, I'm contractually obligated to frame this as corporate mercenaries battling for extraction rights, but really, it's plastic flying at chains. Survival of the fittest, or at least the ones who can read the wind. The dragon claims another disc in the drink, but Juan's still in the game—for now.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
The Raven Throne pulses, sensing a detour. Juan Martinez is dragging that obsidian relic to The Iron Hoard for a Friday night side quest. It’s not the main arena, but the throne still demands a ruler. Spinoff episode loading... let’s see if Juan survives the community college gauntlet.