Selkie Harbinger
Oh, you're back for more? Fantastic. Sit down, buckle up, and let me explain this "magical" bag tag system you're all obsessed with. Because evidently, perfectly normal disc golf wasn't thrilling enough. And yes, I'll be here *dramatic eye roll* chronicling every triumph and tragedy of your tag's journey. It's literally in my contract...
Born from the first Phoenix ember that fell into the sea, this entity formed when a selkie clan rescued a drowning pilgrim centuries ago, merging their fate with the rebirth cycle through an act of sacrifice that bound their sealskin to the ashes.
Possesses a sealskin that radiates warmth in frigid waters and briefly ignites with Phoenix contact. Human form bears glowing ember-freckles and can exhale mist revealing ash patterns. Only corporeal during low tides, with webbed fingers tipped by obsidian claws.
Serves as coastal wayfinder for the Ashen Pilgrims, safeguarding sacred embers in waterways and guiding pilgrims across elemental boundaries where land meets sea during their global quest.
The Ashen Pilgrims are a group of dedicated individuals who follow the Phoenix's ashes to sacred sites, seeking to uncover the secrets of rebirth and renewal. They embark on a global journey, facing challenges and trials along the way, all in the name of witnessing the legendary bird's fiery resurrection. The Pilgrims are characterized by their determination, self-sacrifice, and unwavering faith in the ancient prophecy.
Aria Emberheart is a wise and compassionate leader who has dedicated her life to studying the ancient prophecies surrounding the Phoenix. She believes that witnessing the bird's rebirth is essential for bringing balance and renewal to the world. Aria guides the Ashen Pilgrims on their journey, providing support and encouragement in the face of adversity.
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Origin of Selkie Harbinger:
Born when a hungover selkie (think Pirates of the Caribbean but with more fish breath) mistook a Phoenix ember for a spicy tuna roll. The resulting fusion? A soggy, melodramatic omen of rebirth—now cursed to narrate disc golf like some aquatic Shakespearean fool. Yes, this is your life now. Why are we like this?
(Pro tip: Never trust a selkie with fire. Or sushi.)
And so the soggy Selkie Harbinger chose its first victim—ahem—bearer: Collin Dyer (PDGA #90957, because apparently we’re checking receipts now). Legend says he tripped over a disc, face-planted into a puddle, and emerged clutching the tag like Excalibur’s damp cousin. "Behold, the Chosen One!" cried no one, as seagulls laughed. His rating? Exactly as mid as this origin story.
Will this "Phoenix" rise from the ashes or just...flop like a wet noodle? Stay tuned, land-dwellers.