Due to absence from Week 8 (Eternal Echoes), tag number moved from 25 to 27. (Week 8 of 8)
Wendigo Hunter
Season Arc · Ascent of the Abominable @ The Fort
2Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleOriginating from Algonquian legends, the Wendigo Hunter was a cursed tracker who became obsessed with pursuing the mythical Wendigo. Over centuries, it evolved into a protector figure roaming the world's coldest regions, using its skills to pursue various cryptids while maintaining a balance between hunter and guardian.
Possesses enhanced senses for tracking across frozen landscapes, can withstand extreme cold and survive without sustenance for extended periods. Moves with unnatural speed and agility across icy terrain, often preceded by an eerie silence and sudden temperature drop.
Serves as both warning and inspiration to the Frostbite Seekers, representing the fine line between dedicated pursuit and dangerous obsession. Appears to guide or test expedition members, pushing their limits while offering cryptic advice about tracking elusive creatures.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyDue to absence from Week 7 (Shivering Summit), tag number moved from 24 to 25. (Week 7 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 6 (Whiteout Watcher), tag number moved from 24 to 24. (Week 6 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 6 (Whiteout Watcher), tag number moved from 19 to 24. (Week 6 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 5 (Shimmering Shrines), tag number moved from 19 to 19. (Week 5 of 8)
Oh great, another cryptid-obsessed bag tag. <em>Wendigo Hunter</em> just HAD to manifest from the frozen nightmares of some wannabe influencer exploring creepy Algonquian legends for clout. Because apparently, we needed a frostbitten edgelord to stalk the Himalayas. Totally normal origin story, nothing to see here! 🙄 #CryptidChronicles #IceIceBaby
sigh I'm back. Someone let the <em>Wendigo Hunter</em> tag pick its first victim—I mean "bearer." <strong>Samuel Smith</strong> was just minding his business, probably throwing discs into trees, when the tag sensed his majestic 734 rating. "YES! THIS ONE!" it howled. The tag practically yeti-d itself onto his bag. Will he survive the frosty journey, or become another frozen corpse on Ratings Mountain? The abominable truth awaits...