Trophy Wraith
AR.RAL Jones Park Doomsday Scenario·Competition group Pool A·
All-In · only the number moves
Ben Sallard
RAD
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Season Arc · AR.RAL Jones Park Doomsday Scenario
1
#8Now
#5Best
#10Started
13Weeks
All-In league: Trophy Wraith stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleHigh ConceptThe Crown That Never Rests
TroubleVisible to Every Hunter
Green Gold Marks Prey
The Underdark Remembers
Challengers Are Just Inventory
Born from the first tag theft in the Underdark's history, the Trophy Wraith emerged when a delver's ruthless ambition merged with their victim's burning resentment. The stolen tag became a vessel for this dark energy, and now the Wraith roams the league seeking to accumulate all trophies earned through raiding. It exists as a living record of every successful theft, growing stronger with each tag that changes hands through aggression.
The Trophy Wraith manifests as a spectral entity that can bond with any tag in the Underdark. When held, it creates a flickering green-gold glow around the bearer's arm, marking them as a successful raider. The Wraith grants its holder enhanced 'raid intuition' - a +2 bonus to identifying vulnerable targets - but also makes them visible to other delvers who seek to claim the Wraith itself. The entity can temporarily leave the tag to investigate other competitions, returning with intelligence about potential targets across leagues.
The Trophy Wraith serves as the guardian of legitimate trophy claims in the Underdark. It appears uninvited to delvers who have acquired tags through successful raids, challenging their worthiness and deciding whether their claim will be blessed or cursed. Those deemed unworthy by the Wraith find their tags growing heavier and their luck turning sour until they either defend successfully or surrender their gains.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyBen Sallard had no rating differential to hide behind—just a 66 that sits 7.2 strokes over the field and 9 over his own seasonal norm, a full meltdown in every sense. The Trophy Wraith's green-gold glow kept tag #5 → #5, because this dungeon's loot system rewards holding your ground even when your ground is radioactive. drops dungeon voice The relic demands a sacrifice of your stroke count—and Ben delivered in bulk. The booth's still wondering why we ritualize swapping plastic that the leaderboard just shrugged at.
Ben Sallard shot a 57 on a field averaging 54.2—nothing spectacular, nothing catastrophic, just +2.8 strokes above the crowd while the Sector Lockdown radiation hummed in the background. His round rating of 902 carries the weight of an unrated player finally showing up in the standings, and the Trophy Wraith took notice: five positions gained, tag #10 to tag #5, the green-gold glow now following someone ambitious enough to raid upward. adjusts headset The Wraith doesn't reward consistency; it rewards the hunger to climb, and Ben's scorecard—matching his own seasonal average of 57.0—suggests he's learning that in a containment breach, holding the line is just the prelude to claiming higher ground. The perimeter's locked, the cores are overheating, and somewhere in the neon-soaked woods of Jones Park, a delver just made themselves visible to every hunter on the course.
The Trophy Wraith is taking a detour from the main saga to haunt the AR.RAL Jones Park Doomsday Scenario. Ben Sallard, prepare for a green-gold glow and a sudden urge to raid your neighbors’ tags. It’s not a reboot, just a side quest to farm some local resentment. Don't let the ozone smell distract you.
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