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Stirrup Covenant
Season Arc · Dust & Iron
12All-In league: Stirrup Covenant stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleForged in the moment when the first trail boss demanded his crew prove commitment before the long drive north, the Stirrup Covenant emerged from accumulated iron worn smooth by generations of boots that either carried their riders through or dumped them in the dust. It crystallized into law when a cowhand who refused to mount was left behind and his stirrups were melted down as testimony that hesitation is the first step toward the bone yard.
The Stirrup Covenant manifests as a single weathered iron stirrup, its treads worn smooth by generations of boots that either carried their weight or failed the test. The leather straps are cracked and stained, soaked through with the sweat of commitment and the dust of hesitation. Despite the Texas sun, the iron remains cold to the touch, as if the metal remembers every moment of doubt that preceded either mounting or walking away. Faint brand marks are burned into its surface - not decorative, but testimonial, each one representing a rider who passed through this threshold and earned their place on the range.
It serves as the foundational test that precedes all faction-specific trials, determining who has earned the right to even attempt the specialized challenges of Lassos, Cowboys, or Revolvers. The covenant manifests at the threshold of every competitive season, forcing each participant to demonstrate commitment before faction mastery can be measured.
Season Story
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Born from the melted iron of a quitter, the Stirrup Covenant is a cold stirrup that judges your backhand like a trail boss eyeing a greenhorn. It demands pure commitment to the line. Hesitate on a putt, and this petty metal won't just drop your rank—it’ll leave you walking home through the dust.
brushes dust from scales Richard Montgomery just claimed Tag 25, the Stirrup Covenant. That iron is colder than a well digger’s belt buckle, and it just judged his grip. The prairie has spoken—he’s either mounted up or walking home. Hope he packed water.