Tap the tag to flip it — the back is what prints on the acrylic.
Ethereal Cartographer
Cryptid Series·Competition group Series B·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: Ethereal Cartographer stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptMercury-Skinned Guardian of Forbidden Fairways
TroubleCompulsively Redraws the Optimal Line
Predicts Your Disc's HabitatSees OB as Sacred GroundBeginners Baffle My Cartography
Manifested during a rare astral convergence when ancient Polynesian star maps aligned with Sasquatch migratory paths and Chupacabra hunting grounds, crystallizing humanity's unconscious need to understand cryptid spatial relationships
Constantly regenerating skin displays real-time cryptid movement patterns, ocular constellations rotate to predict habitat changes, fingertips leave glowing topographic traces that only other cryptids can fully decipher
Maintains and reveals the secret pathways connecting all cryptid territories, ensuring species survival while preventing human encroachment through strategic route obscuration
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Forged
🌲 Ethereal Cartographer #112 birthed when Sasquatch TikTokers accidentally livestreamed a Chupacabra rave through Stonehenge’s Wi-Fi. The resulting geomagnetic glitch fused Polynesian star charts with Bigfoot’s AirBnB check-ins, creating a GPS that whispers “Yeet the disc, mortal” in Enya’s voice. (Yes, we’re contractually obligated to make cryptid Google Maps now. Send help.)
Who knew interdimensional topology could be solved with a forehand flex shot? 🔮⛓️
When <strong>Riley Montague</strong>’s errant drive pierced a cloud of vaping Bigfoot researchers near Hole 7, the <em>Ethereal Cartographer</em> awoke – recognizing his PDGA-certified ability to lose discs in water hazards as exactly the chaos required to map interdimensional fairways. The tag’s woodcut-graffiti hybrid surface shimmered with 17% irony as it bonded to his bag mid-“I meant to do that” shrug. Truly, putting the ‘fore’ in foreshadowing.
But can this mortal handle a GPS that autocorrects “birdie” to “Mothman sighting”? 🦉⛓️
See where Riley Montague sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
