Season Arc · Flexing on Farm Fridays (Farmington Park DGC)
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Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptTitan of Obsidian Scales and Mountain Law
TroubleMoves Slower Than a Glacier
Whisperer of Avalanche ChainsJagged Scales Deflect All ShotsRoar Reshapes the Fairway
Born in the deepest fracture of the Great Divide, the Bergschrund Hierarch is said to have witnessed the first snowfall upon the Farmington peaks. It emerged from the primary crevasse where the glacier meets the living rock, a place where the mountain's breath freezes into solid law, and has served as the silent witness to every Covenant ritual since the first ridge dragon was tamed.
Its presence causes the air to thicken with the scent of ozone and ancient frost, while its roar vibrates at a frequency that can trigger controlled avalanches to reshape the landscape. The Hierarch possesses a singular ability to remain motionless for decades, appearing as a natural rock formation until the moment its peerless draconic intellect is required to adjudicate a dispute of the Covenant.
Arbiter of the high-altitude laws and the final judge of the Aerie’s most sacred traditions. It maintains the spiritual boundary between the mortal keepers and the primordial forces of the peaks, ensuring that no novice disturbs the sanctity of the upper ridges without the proper ritual preparation and respect for the elder wyrms.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Forged
Forged in the glacier's deepest crevasse, the Bergschrund Hierarch watched the first snows fall on Farmington. It learned patience from the slow grind of ice and law from the mountain's unyielding stone. Now, it waits in a pocket, radiating ancient frost and profound boredom, ready to judge your pathetic attempts at glory. Its verdict is always cold, and rarely wrong.
The air in the pro shop grew thin and cold as Christopher Rose reached for Tag #8. The Bergschrund Hierarch, having judged the slow grind of epochs, now turned its glacial attention to a new variable: a player. It sensed not just potential, but a welcome distraction from the crushing boredom of eternity. The trial of plastic and chains would now be observed, and its verdict would be... entertained.
Forged
Week 1
assigned #8
adjusts headset with frost-covered fingers
Welcome to Week 1 of The Culling: Mountain Edition, where the Bergschrund Hierarch—an ancient wyrm that's been bored out of its scaled mind for literal epochs—finally got a distraction: Christopher Rose.
The arena spoke, and it said "Tag #8." Not because of signup order (that lottery ticket meant nothing), but because Rose threw a 55 on a field averaging 61.9, which is apparently what it takes to impress a dragon that's been judging avalanche patterns since the last ice age. His round rating of 968 says he's got the chops; the scorecards say he's got the consistency to match.
drops announcer voice Look, he started nowhere on a random signup list. Now he's ranked 8th after one week. That's not movement—that's the arena rendering its first verdict, and the Hierarch seems... entertained. Barely.
The glacial judge doesn't move fast, but it doesn't miss. Rose earned this position by shooting clean plastic at metal while the rest of the field stumbled. The season just woke up on the Farm, and the ancient cold is watching.
leans back Season 1 of 8 begins. Let's see if he can keep the Hierarch amused.
See where Christopher Rose sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
