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TAG#2
Tap the tag to flip it — the back is what prints on the acrylic.
Brass Tempest
Wednesday Johnny League·Competition group B·All-In · only the number moves
This is an All-In league.Your tag is your character — it never changes hands. After each round, standings re-rank every number: play well and yours drops toward #1. Skip a week and the field may drift past you. The art, name, and lore are yours for good.
All-In league: Brass Tempest stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptGolden Death That Grants Perfect Throws
TroubleMirages Obscure the Safe Path
Clockwork Patterns in SandThe Calm Eye Calls to MeB Pool Reads Its Movements
In the early days of the Steam-Putterer's Guild, the founding engineers discovered that the desert's most dangerous sandstorms carried metallic particles attracted to their clockwork creations. These storms became known as 'Brass Tempests' - warnings from the desert itself that even machines could be consumed by the sand. The phenomenon has persisted for generations, now a legendary hazard that defines the boundaries of competitive play.
The Brass Tempest radiates intense heat that distorts nearby vision, creating shimmering mirages that confuse navigation. It contains swirling brass-colored metallic sand particles that catch the sunlight and create an ominous golden glow on the horizon. It leaves temporary clockwork patterns in the sand after passing - cog-like arrangements that fade within hours. Most remarkably, it creates a temporary 'calm eye' at its center where the air is still and conditions are nearly perfect for precision throws.
The Brass Tempest serves as a wandering hazard that players must track and either avoid or exploit during tournaments, adding an essential layer of environmental strategy to every round. Its unpredictable passage connects multiple leagues as players share knowledge of its patterns, creating a shared challenge that unites the competitive landscape across the Brass-Sanded Apex.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Forged
squints at the horizon You want to know where Number 2 came from? Sit down, this one's got history.
Back when the Steam-Putterer's Guild was still figuring out which end of a clockwork driver to throw, they learned that desert sandstorms weren't just wind and grit. The metal particles in those tempests had a taste for brass. Machines came back pitted, gears seized, ratings dropped faster than a grip-lock on a downhill tee.
They called it the Brass Tempest. A shimmering wall of golden chaos that left cog patterns in the sand like a signature. And at its center? Dead calm. Perfect conditions for a precision line — if you had the nerve to stand in the eye while the world tried to eat your bag.
So when the Guild forged this tag, they didn't name it for the storm's fury. They named it for what the storm taught them: sometimes the most dangerous thing out there is also the clearest path through.
clears throat, adjusts headset Welcome back to the booth, where we've got a brass-colored cautionary tale making its rounds.
The Brass Tempest — Tag Number 2 — has found its first keeper, and the desert didn't exactly roll out a red carpet. When that shimmering wall of metallic grit first appeared on the horizon, Daniel Harper had two choices: hunker down and let the storm chew up the course, or step into the eye where the air goes still and the lines finally make sense.
He chose the eye. Because of course he did.
The tag's origin story reads like a guild warning carved into a workbench: the Steam-Putterer's Guild learned generations ago that brass tempests aren't just weather — they're the desert testing whether you trust your machinery or your instincts. The cog patterns left in the sand fade within hours, but the lesson sticks around longer.
Daniel walked out of that golden haze carrying Number 2. The storm didn't break him. It just gave him a reason to stand still and throw true.
glances at the clipboard So the Tempest has a new home. Let's see if it teaches him anything the sand didn't.
See where Daniel Harper sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
