Your series bag tag moved from #8 to #11 based on your top 2 rated rounds from the last two completed series weeks.
Gondor Compass
Season Arc · One Tag to Rule Them All
3All-In league: Gondor Compass stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleCrafted from a fallen star that landed in the parking lot during the inaugural round, discovered by a player who mistook its glow for a lost disc's reflector.
An ancient brass instrument with a crystal face showing not cardinal directions but the relative difficulty of each fairway, glowing brighter near the basket.
Points players toward strategic choices, revealing hidden hazards and optimal landing zones that the unwary overlook, though it cannot throw the disc for them.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyYour series bag tag moved from #6 to #8 based on your top 2 rated rounds from the last two completed series weeks.
Your series bag tag moved from #10 to #6 based on your top 2 rated rounds from the last two completed series weeks.
Your series bag tag moved from #11 to #10 based on your top 2 rated rounds from the last two completed series weeks.
Your series bag tag moved from #6 to #11 based on your top 2 rated rounds from the last two completed series weeks.
Your series bag tag moved from #3 to #6 based on your top 2 rated rounds from the last two completed series weeks.
Your series bag tag moved from #4 to #3 based on your top 2 rated rounds from the last two completed series weeks.
It fell from the sky during the inaugural round, a glowing ember mistaken for a lost disc's reflector. Somebody's parking-lot score got better the moment they picked it up. Now it's a brass compass that doesn't point north — it points at the fairway that's about to humble you. The crystal face glows brighter near the basket, which is just the tag being smug about how close you aren't. It has no owner yet. It's auditioning.
They said it was just a parking-lot reflector. John Shearin knew better. The moment his fingers closed around that brass compass, the crystal face lit up — not with directions, but with every fairway that was about to humble him. Tag #4 had found its first owner. The audition is over. The quest begins.