The Arcane Fracture
Jul 07 - Sep 14, 2025
Current Holder
Carson Buttars
Wraith Compendium
Spectral Archive of Fractured Final Thoughts
Haunted By Every Final Putt
Aspects refreshed Dec 15, 2025
Born from the collective memories and final thoughts of wielders who perished during the initial Arcane Fracture catastrophe, the Wraith Compendium spontaneously manifested as their scattered consciousness coalesced into a singular spectral entity. It now drifts between realms, eternally gathering the wisdom of those who fall to the Fracture's instabilities, ensuring their knowledge serves future generations.
The Compendium phases unpredictably between corporeal and ethereal states, its translucent pages flickering with accumulated arcane knowledge from across all ten realms. Spectral fragments of text and diagrams orbit around its core, whispering fragments of forgotten spells and realm-specific techniques to those deemed worthy. Its luminescence intensifies when multiple league energies converge, drawing power from the very conflicts it seeks to document and preserve.
It serves as the eternal guardian of wielder legacy, intervening during critical moments to share crucial knowledge that prevents catastrophic magical failures during cross-realm events.
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Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
From the Ember Rift's apocalyptic BBQ, vaporized disc golfers' final "shoulda thrown a Berg!" laments coalesced into the Wraith Compendium—essentially a ghostly cheat sheet haunted by buyer's remorse. Now it floats around judging your form like a spectral Gordon Ramsay. Honestly, narrating sentient tags makes me miss my boring spreadsheet prison. When will this lore jump the shark? cough Riverdale cough
Amidst the Ember Rift's ashy chaos, the sentient Wraith Compendium sniffed out Carson Buttars – drawn by his 872-rating aura shimmering like bargain-bin enchantment. When he yelled "NOT THE FOREHAND AGAIN!" after shanking into lava, the spectral tag thwocked onto his bag, bonding through shared regret. Destiny? Or just two entities screaming into the void about release points? Can a man haunted by grip-lock tame a ghost screaming "RAW FORM!"?