Season Arc · AR.RAL - The Color of Flight @ Cedar Hills
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Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptCarved from the First Drained Cedar
TroubleDemands Perfection, Offers Only Silence
Void-Black, Light-Drinking PresenceYour Color Means Nothing HereSlices Through Trajectory Lines
Legend whispers that this entity was birthed from the first cedar to ever be successfully drained of its BioChromatic essence, leaving behind a husk of petrified wood that turned to volcanic glass under the weight of the Covenant's first great Command. It was not found; it was carved into existence through a thousand hours of ritualistic gouging, intended to be the final word in the argument against the Woven Spectrum's chaotic and wasteful abundance.
The surface is a void-black expanse that refuses to reflect the winter sun, instead drawing in the surrounding chromatic energy into its deep, cross-hatched grooves. When held, it vibrates with a low, sub-harmonic hum that silences nearby birds and causes the breath of challengers to mist even in the warmth of the Court. Its edges are microscopically thin, capable of slicing through the very lines of trajectory woven by rival practitioners.
The silent arbiter of the arena's most restrictive laws. It stands as a terrifying reminder that the most powerful Commands are those that cannot be undone, dictating the flow of color with the cold indifference of a mountain. It demands perfection from its bearer, offering total dominance to those who can master its heavy, light-drinking presence during the most desperate moments of elimination.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Forged
Forged from the husk of a drained cedar and the weight of a divine command, the Obsidian Injunction was carved to be the final argument against color. It doesn't reflect light; it absorbs ambition. Its hum silences birds and chills the breath of any fool who dares to challenge its void-black authority. It is a petty, silent judge, and its edge is sharp enough to cut a rival's destiny.
Andrew Nygaard didn't find the Obsidian Injunction. It found him. The void-black Tag #9 hummed in his hand, silencing the chatter of the course. It wasn't a trophy; it was a verdict. The arena had issued its first command, and Andrew was now its instrument.
Forged
Week 6
assigned #9
sighs in dimensional fracture The Obsidian Injunction has spoken, and it whispers in mathematics: Andrew Nygaard fired a 63 against a field average of 60.5, clocking +2.5 strokes above the competition while sitting -23 below his PDGA rating of 831. That's the sound of a disc that doesn't reflect light—it absorbs intention. The void-black Tag #9 has claimed the #1 spot from oblivion itself, a 9-position plummet that transforms Andrew from unranked into the arena's newest instrument. adjusts headset Look, we're literally swapping plastic and brass here to determine cosmic hierarchy, but sure—let's pretend the Obsidian Injunction chose to humble a 808-rated round into the ledger as its opening argument. The silent judge demands perfection; Andrew delivered respectability. That's not conquest. That's negotiation with the void, and the cedars are still watching to see if the instrument bends to the disc's will or the disc discovers its master has his own designs.
See where Andrew Nygaard sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
