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Clockwork Sun
Season Arc · Wednesday Johnny League
6All-In league: Clockwork Sun stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleIn the early days of the Steam-Putterer's Guild, the master engineers constructed a massive orrery-like apparatus at the desert's highest dune - a working model of a mechanical sun that would mark time for all expeditions. When the guild fractured into competing leagues, the Clockwork Sun became the shared reference point for determining championship timing, its gears synchronized to the meridian of the Brass-Sanded Apex.
The Clockwork Sun bag tag takes the form of a pocket watch-shaped medallion with a miniature mechanical sun as its face. Visible through glass panels, tiny brass gears turn perpetually without winding, casting moving shadows across the watch face. The bronze body features riveted seams and is warm to the touch, fluctuating with the time of day - cooler in the morning, searing at midday.
The Clockwork Sun serves as the definitive marker of the season's apex, its position triggering the legendary 'Last Stand' championship events. The holder of the Clockwork Sun bag tag carries the burden and honor of being the first seeded competitor in the final championship, defending their position against all challengers who seek to claim the brass.
Season Story
narrated by Flippyadjusts headset Somewhere in the Brass-Sanded Apex, a guild engineer got tired of resetting sundials. So they built a machine that runs on nothing but time itself — a mechanical sun, ticking away the hours above the dunes. When the guild split, the Clockwork Sun didn't take sides. It just kept turning. Now it hangs around the neck of whoever's brave enough to carry a piece of the desert's heartbeat. It's warm to the touch, searing at noon, and always watching. Wear it well. Or don't. It's got nowhere to be.
adjusts headset Somewhere in the Brass-Sanded Apex, a guild engineer got tired of resetting sundials. So they built a machine that runs on nothing but time itself — a mechanical sun, ticking away the hours above the dunes. When the guild fractured, the Clockwork Sun didn't take sides. It just kept turning. Now it hangs around the neck of whoever's brave enough to carry a piece of the desert's heartbeat. It's warm to the touch, searing at noon, and always watching. Wear it well. Or don't. It's got nowhere to be.