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Last Alliance
One Tag to Rule Them All·Competition group B·All-In · only the number moves
This is an All-In league.Your tag is your character — it never changes hands. After each round, standings re-rank every number: play well and yours drops toward #1. Skip a week and the field may drift past you. The art, name, and lore are yours for good.
All-In league: Last Alliance stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptUnifying Symbol of the Fellowship
TroubleBears the Weight of Unity
Etched with Intertwined TreesGlows When Rival Leagues MeetCannot Be Won by Conquest
Born from the ashes of the Great Schism, when a controversial ruling split the leagues into warring factions, the Last Alliance emerged as a symbol of reconciliation. It was forged when players from all leagues set aside their differences and swore to compete under one banner, their hands meeting over a single tag at the crossroads of the courses.
The Last Alliance glows with the combined light of all participating leagues, each hue representing a different faction. It bears the insignia of multiple houses etched into its surface, and it hums with quiet power whenever two players from different leagues meet on the fairway. Heavier than other tags, it symbolizes the weight of unity and the responsibility of bridging rival communities.
The Last Alliance serves as the great unifier of the series, ensuring that despite fierce competition between leagues, all players remain bound by shared purpose and mutual respect. It moves between bearers not as a prize of conquest, but as a torch passed between torchbearers, illuminating the path toward collective destiny.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Forged
The Great Schism ended the way most dramatic disc golf disputes do: someone walked off with a cooler, and the cooler had the good markers. But from that wreckage, hands met over a single tag at the crossroads, and the Last Alliance was forged. Multiple house insignias, a hum when rival leagues share a fairway, and a weight that feels heavy in your bag because it's heavy with meaning — or maybe just dense plastic. It glows now, waiting. Some artifact. Some symbol of unity. Either way, it's got a tag number, and someone's going to have to earn it.
adjusts headset Deep in the woods on hole 9 — what some call Mordor, what I call "a place where discs go to die" — the Tag of the Last Alliance has found its first steward. Brandon Mayes, hand extended not in war but in that awkward "we're both reaching for the same thing" dance we all know too well.
The tag hums with the light of a dozen league insignias, heavier than it should be. Because it is. It's carrying the weight of a promise made when cooler-toting grudges finally got over themselves, and Brandon's bag just became the peace treaty. The Fellowship has its Ring-bearer. Or at least its Tuesday night tag-holder.
One Tag to rule them all, and in the darkness bind them... to a tee time.
See where Brandon Mayes sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
