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Sandstorm Reliquary
Season Arc · Wednesday Johnny League
1All-In league: Sandstorm Reliquary stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleThe Sandstorm Reliquary was discovered half-buried beneath a riveted riser basket after a once-in-a-century sandstorm swept the Brass-Sanded Apex. When the Steam-Putterer's Guild engineers unearthed it, they found it already full of sand from leagues no living member remembered playing, its etched cog-teeth counting seasons older than the Guild itself. They declared it the keeper of every league to follow, and it has been passed down ever since.
The Reliquary is a sealed brass-and-smoked-glass vessel that never empties, no matter how much sand is added or removed. The sand inside shifts and settles to mirror the current league standings, and its surface etches a new cog-tooth for every completed league. It remains warm to the touch regardless of the desert temperature, and its interior emits a faint steam-hiss whenever a new league begins.
The Sandstorm Reliquary serves as the living archive of the series, its etched cog-teeth tracking every league's history and its settling sand determining tiebreakers at the end of each season. When the Last Stand arrives, the Reliquary is opened for the first and only time each year, releasing a burst of steam that reveals the final course layout.
Season Story
narrated by Flippyadjusts headset Somewhere beneath the Brass-Sanded Apex, a sandstorm dug up a relic that had been waiting longer than the league's oldest member has been breathing. The Sandstorm Reliquary doesn't care who holds it — it's just cataloguing the seasons, one cog-tooth at a time.
Tag #3 is currently unclaimed. The brass vessel is warm, the sand inside is shifting, and it's already judging whoever's about to pick it up.
adjusts headset Somewhere in the dune-shadow of the Brass-Sanded Apex, a tag decides who's worthy. The Sandstorm Reliquary doesn't announce itself — it waits, warm as a buried ember, its sand already shifting into a pattern only one name can read.
Tag #3 has found its keeper. Nathan Dodson just picked up a vessel that's been counting seasons before this league had a name. The sand inside knows the math. The cog-tooth is already etching.