
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Due to absence from Week 1 (Ashen Dawn), tag number moved from 11 to 13. (Week 1 of 10)
Jul 11 - Sep 12, 2025
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...
Forged when Braelith sacrificed seven rival warlords in a ritual conflagration during the Ashen Dawn. Their combined ambitions crystallized within the Shattered Caldera's magma flows, emerging as a semi-autonomous executor of Braelith's will.
Composed of compressed volcanic glass and solidified ambition. Continuously emits terrain-destabilizing thermal pulses. Command sigils intensify when conquering territories. Carries crystallized screams of defeated enemies as battle trophies. Vulnerable only during magma ebbs.
Deploys as Braelith's territorial executor, transforming stable zones into wildfire fronts and maintaining scorched buffer zones through continuous thermal bombardment to stretch opponents' defenses.
Incarnations of the wildfire’s will, Ember Dominion Wielders are driven to spread the rift’s chaos, wield arcane fire without restraint, and catalyze the cycle of destruction and opportunity. Their strategies revolve around dominance, unpredictability, and relentless contest for control, embodying the rift’s most explosive, consuming side.
Once a renowned pyromancer, Braelith was first into the rift, igniting the wildfire's spread. Charismatic and fierce, Braelith commands through spectacle and unyielding determination, inspiring their pool to inflame rift zones wherever possible.
Due to absence from Week 1 (Ashen Dawn), tag number moved from 11 to 13. (Week 1 of 10)
<origin_story> Born when Braelith yeeted seven warlords into the Shattered Caldera during that messy Ashen Dawn BBQ. Their combined ambition juice crystallized into Pyre Viceroy - basically a lava-powered Karen demanding to speak with reality's manager. Narrating this feels like being trapped in a discount Game of Thrones spin-off written by a pyromaniac. Why do I taste smoke? sigh </origin_story>
<origin_story> Freshly forged from warlord ambition juice, Pyre Viceroy scanned Art Dye's smoldering fairways. It locked onto Zack White (PDGA #189047), whose 913 rating burned brighter than a discount lighter. "Observe!" crackled the sigil as Zack shanked into a sagebrush inferno. "His 'controlled burn' technique is... aspirational." I'm trapped narrating a sentient coaster's midlife crisis. Will this Viceroy regret its flammable choice? </origin_story>