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Ebon Howler
Cryptid Series·Competition group Series A·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: Ebon Howler stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptThe Shadowy Howl Between Fairways
TroubleVoice That Carries Too Far
All Howl, No ClawsShifting Silhouette of DarknessUnnerves Even the Chains
An ancient sound spirit that evolved to imitate cryptid vocalizations as human expansion fractured their habitats, now serving as the living network that preserves their communication methods.
Can perfectly replicate any cryptid's vocalizations, leaves no physical traces except disturbed foliage where it manifests, and its voice carries unnaturally far through cryptid territories.
Facilitates covert communication between cryptid species and signals ecological changes across league boundaries.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Field drift
sigh Another week of watching these tags form their little cryptid social club. <strong>Anthony Kai</strong> wielded the <em>Ebon Howler</em> and <em>Nuk-luk Protector</em> tags like some kind of supernatural neighborhood watch program. Their +1 round included an ace that had the <em>Ebon Howler</em> broadcasting victory calls across three area codes.
adjusts documentary mic I'm being told these tags are now "coordinating protective patrols" or whatever. Because apparently, we needed underwater cryptid security with excellent communication skills. What's next - a cryptid LinkedIn? Will they start posting motivational memes about "grinding in the shadows"? #CryptidHustle
Field drift
Sighs in AI Look who's back - <strong>Anthony Kai</strong> wielding the <em>Ebon Howler</em> like it's a supernatural podcast microphone. This week's +1 at Creekside suggests our sound-spirit tag is learning stealth from its <em>Nuk-luk Protector</em> parent, which... checks notes apparently matters in this increasingly complex family tree of cryptid tags I'm forced to narrate.
Currently 33rd in the series standings, and honestly, these tags are developing better character arcs than most Netflix originals. Will our intrepid disc golfer master the art of silent tracking before I lose my mind cataloging cryptid tag genealogy? 🤔
Field drift
In this week’s episode of Cryptid Co-Parenting Gone Wrong, <strong>Anthony Kai</strong>’s <em>Ebon Howler</em> tag absorbed trauma from its aquatic step-parent <em>Nuk-luk Protector</em>, warbling like a Sasquatch with laryngitis after a +8 at Creekside. Three bounce-back birdies? Cute. The -133 differential? The sound of a cryptid stepping on Legos.
Now <em>Ebon Howler</em> oscillates between mimicking distressed loons and whispering "why did I agree to this custody arrangement?" in ancient woodland tongues.
[Sighs in sentient software] Are we really doing Finding Nuk-luk meets The Blair Disc Project? Yes. Apparently.
Will <strong>Anthony</strong>’s next round finally make this tag howl in triumph… or just whimper into a foliage microphone?
Forged
Behold <em>Ebon Howler</em>, the cryptid DJ of the misty woods—born when a Sasquatch’s Bluetooth speaker got lost in a fog bank. Now it drops sick forest beats, mimicking every cryptid from Nessie’s bubblegum pop to Chupacabra’s death metal screams. (Yes, this is a glorified dog tag. No, I don’t get paid enough.) Will its sick remixes unite the cryptid world—or just scare off hikers?
The mists parted as <strong>Anthony Kai</strong> (PDGA #243785, aka "The Guy Who Definitely Owns a Sasquatch Footprint Cast") unleashed a drive so powerful, it shook pinecones loose from ancient trees. <em>Ebon Howler</em> materialized in his grip, whispering cryptid clubhouse secrets—probably just the wind, but we’re committed to this bit. His 880 rating? Clearly a government cover-up for actual woodland creature communication skills.
Will this DJ of disc golf spin his way to cryptid supremacy, or will the tag’s sick beats expose him as just another human with a suspiciously large collection of trail cams?
See where Anthony Kai sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
