sighs in Investiture Jason Darden posted a 71 against a 769 round rating—that's a -33 differential below his 802 PDGA standard, and yes, the course won decisively today. Nine shots worse than the field average and three-plus strokes heavier than his own season baseline, Darden fed the Chasm Heart exactly the wrong meal: hesitation wrapped in poor execution. Tag #11 to Tag #15 is a four-rung tumble into the survival rankings, and there's no spren trail marking this descent—just a bridgeman who forgot how to read the honest line when the plateau got difficult. The abyss, it turns out, doesn't respect adequate on the good weeks and brutal on the ones that matter. Next time the storm howls, he'll need to remember: the Chasm Heart was never testing his presence. It was testing whether he could show up twice.
Chasm Heart
Season Arc · AR.RAL - Way of Chains @ Jones
4Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleLegends say this entity manifested when the first bridgewoman to survive a fall into the abyss climbed back out, her hands stained with violet moss and her eyes glowing with the amber light of the highstorm. She brought with her a piece of the chasm's floor that beat like a living organ, a testament to the fact that even the deepest darkness can be mastered by a steady hand.
The surface of the entity is cool to the touch but vibrates with a low-frequency hum that mirrors the grinding of tectonic plates. When the wind howls at its fiercest, the crystalline veins within the stone pulse with a radiant gold light, casting long, steady shadows that guide the bearer's focus and steady their aim.
A living testament to endurance and the defiance of the abyss. She anchors the crew's collective will, providing a mental shield against the disorientation of the storm and ensuring that every action is taken with the precision of a master cartographer.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyForged from the abyss's own grudging respect, this tag is a piece of the deep that never wanted to be found. It hums with the arrogance of a survivor, a trophy that knows it was stolen. It will guide your hand, but only because it wants to see how far you can fall before it has to drag you back up again.
The highstorm winds howled, and Michael Houston’s hand closed around Tag #15. The Chasm Heart pulsed, a single, steady beat against his palm. It wasn't a gift; it was a challenge. The abyss had been mastered once. Now, it was watching to see if he could do the same.
sighs in Investiture Michael Houston steps into the arena with a 65 (+0.2 over field, dead-even with his personal average), and Tag #15 doesn't negotiate—it demands. No PDGA rating to measure against, so the Chasm Heart judges him by the only court that matters: the plateau itself. He matched his season standard on a week where the field averaged 64.8, which in the language of the spren translates to "adequate bridgeman energy"—not transcendent, not catastrophic, just... present. The tag moves from the void (0) to his grip (15), a 15-position tumble into the rankings that feels dramatic until you remember we're all just throwing plastic at chains and calling it survival. But here's the thing: the abyss doesn't care about your rating differential when you've earned its respect through sheer persistence. Houston's hand closed around this tag, and the Chasm Heart pulsed—not because he mastered it, but because he showed up to try. Next week: does he feed it, or does it feed on him? The abyss keeps score.