The Arcane Fracture
Jul 07 - Sep 14, 2025
Current Holder
Stephen Marks
Cipher Throne
Glyph-Encrypted Seat of Ultimate Disc Authority
Reveals Everyone's Worst Shots
Aspects refreshed Dec 14, 2025
When the Arcane Fracture tore reality asunder, the collision of encrypted magical knowledge from countless civilizations crystallized into a singular seat of ultimate authority. This throne emerged as the Fracture's attempt to impose hierarchical order upon the chaos of scattered secrets, becoming the convergence point where all hidden truths across the ten realms flow and await decryption.
The Cipher Throne manifests as a constantly shifting matrix of cryptographic symbols that pulse with the decoded frequencies of cross-realm magical knowledge. Its form adapts to the comprehension level of its wielder, revealing deeper layers of encrypted wisdom as their understanding grows. The throne emanates an aura of absolute authority over hidden knowledge, compelling even the most secretive magical forces to surrender their mysteries.
The Cipher Throne serves as the ultimate arbiter of magical secrets, governing the flow of encrypted information between all leagues and maintaining the delicate balance that prevents catastrophic knowledge cascades from destabilizing reality across the Fracture's domains.
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Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Stephen Marks's Cipher Throne (#67) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
sigh So apparently when the Arcane Fracture went full Marvel multiverse, some wannabe cryptobro wizard decided to encode ALL magical knowledge into a fancy chair. The Cipher Throne materialized at position 44 because even reality's algorithms couldn't decrypt why anyone needs a sentient LaZ-Boy that speaks in riddles. Who authorized this?
The Cipher Throne sensed PDGA #257564's approach and went full dating app algorithm—swiping right on Stephen Marks because his 790 rating spelled "competent but not intimidating." The mystical recliner whispered cryptic disc golf wisdom like "hyzer left, life right" before dramatically selecting him as its inaugural butt-warmer. But can Stephen decode victory, or will he just be another cushion casualty?