Victorious Faction
Apex Hunters
The Apex Hunters are a group of elite, ruthless trackers who see Sasquatch as the ultimate trophy. They believe that capturing or killing Sasquatch will cement their status as the greatest hunters in the world and bring them fame and fortune. They scoff at the notion of Sasquatch as a guardian of nature and instead view it as a dangerous beast to be conquered.
Faction Leader
Raven Blackwood
Raven Blackwood is the notorious leader of the Apex Hunters. A ruthless and cunning tracker, Raven has bagged more impressive trophies than any other hunter in the group. They are obsessed with the idea of capturing Sasquatch and will stop at nothing to achieve their goal.
Members
27Divisions
This faction emerged victorious in Week 3, advancing their narrative in the ongoing conflict.
Victory points are calculated based on player performance relative to rating, special achievements like aces and CTPs, and community contributions. Pool multipliers are applied based on division ratings and demographics to ensure balanced competition.
Timothy Scholle #290051
Ahool Assassin
Legends of the Misty Links @ Creekside
Wielding the power of Ahool Assassin (#16), Timothy demonstrated exceptional skill by playing +75 points above their rating in this epic clash.
Bigfoot Bounty
Gabriel Kenney has unlocked ancient secrets as the fabled Mistwalker, guided by Rowan Oakwood and the enigmatic Stephen Dunton in a quest to protect the mythical Sasquatch. The sinister Raven Blackwood and the Apex Hunters have resorted to trickery and sabotage, laying false trails in an attempt to capture the elusive creature for their own gain. As the battle between myth and obsession escalates, the Trackway itself has begun to reveal glimpses of a hidden world, blurring the lines between legend and reality. With the mist as his ally and the Key Stones as his guide, Gabriel must navigate a treacherous path forward, for the fate of the forest—and perhaps humanity's understanding of its place within it—hangs in the balance.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Bigfoot Bounty: Episode 3
Dawn crept through the forest canopy at Creekside, casting dappled shadows that seemed to dance and shift with unnatural purpose. High above the morning mist, a figure moved with practiced precision through the uppermost branches, their movements so fluid they might have been mistaken for the wind itself.
Timothy Scholle, known among the Apex Hunters as the Ahool Assassin, adjusted his custom climbing harness and checked the feed from the network of cameras he'd spent the pre-dawn hours installing throughout the course. The Ahool Assassin bag tag hanging from his gear glinted dully in the early light, its surface marked with intricate wing patterns that seemed to catch and hold shadows.
Through his high-powered optics, Timothy watched the players gathering below. His attention fixed particularly on Gabriel Kenney, the self-proclaimed Mistwalker, whose connection to the forest mist had become a significant concern for the Apex Hunters' operations.
"Aerial surveillance network is operational," Timothy spoke softly into his comm unit. "I have eyes on all major convergence points."
Raven Blackwood's voice crackled through the earpiece. "Excellent. And the thermal imaging?"
"Already picking up unusual patterns. There's something different about the heat signatures around the Key Stone locations." Timothy adjusted his position, moving to a better vantage point. "The Mistwalker's presence seems to affect the readings."
Below, Rowan Oakwood addressed the gathered players, their voice carrying clearly through the morning air. "Welcome to the Bigfoot Bounty. Today's challenges will test not just your disc golf skills, but your ability to recognize truth from deception. The signs are there for those who know how to look—both high and low."
Timothy noticed Rowan's gaze flick upward, almost directly to his position, though he knew his camouflage and elevation made him virtually invisible from the ground. Almost as if in response, a strange disturbance rippled through the canopy—a wave of agitated leaves and swaying branches that couldn't be explained by the wind.
The tournament began with players spreading out across the course. From his elevated position, Timothy tracked multiple targets through his surveillance network, paying special attention to areas where the thermal imaging showed anomalous readings.
"The mist is behaving unusually today," he reported to Raven. "It's creating interference patterns in the upper canopy, almost like—" He paused, adjusting his equipment. "Almost like it's trying to block our coverage."
Gabriel moved through the course below, his throws following paths that seemed to defy the natural lines of play. The mist swirled around him, thicker than it had been in previous tournaments, almost as if responding to the presence of the surveillance equipment above.
On hole seven, Timothy spotted something significant. A thermal signature unlike anything he'd seen before, moving through the upper branches nearly thirty feet off the ground. He quickly adjusted his position for a better view.
"Raven, I'm tracking something big moving through the canopy. It's not human, and it's definitely not a known species." He began documenting the readings with his specialized equipment. "Whatever it is, it's intelligent—using the tree coverage to avoid direct observation."
Raven's voice held barely contained excitement. "Follow it. Get me that data. This could be exactly what we need."
As Timothy prepared to pursue the signature, he noticed Gabriel below, standing completely still on the tee pad. The Mistwalker's head was tilted up, eyes scanning the canopy with unsettling precision.
Suddenly, the mist around Gabriel began to rise, forming spiraling columns that reached toward the treetops. Timothy's equipment started malfunctioning, screens filling with static and thermal readings going haywire.
"Something's interfering with our systems," he reported, frustration evident in his voice. "The mist—it's not natural. It's actively disrupting our surveillance network."
Rowan appeared beside Gabriel, their expression grave. "The forest does not take kindly to being watched from above, Ahool Assassin," they called upward, voice carrying with unnatural clarity. "Some heights were not meant to be scaled by those with hunting in their hearts."
Timothy felt a chill run down his spine as the branches around him began to creak and sway, despite the lack of wind. His climbing harness tightened unexpectedly, and he looked up to find the rope wrapped in tendrils of mist that seemed to pulse with their own inner light.
"Raven, we have a situation," he managed, before his comm unit erupted in static. The mist was rising faster now, forming a thick canopy of its own that separated him from his surveillance network below.
Gabriel raised the Key Stones, and the mist responded with increasing intensity. Timothy watched in disbelief as his carefully placed cameras began shorting out one by one, their feeds dissolving into static before going dark completely.
"Your aerial advantage is impressive," Rowan called up again, "but the forest has heights of its own that you cannot reach. The Ahool may rule the skies elsewhere, but here, older powers hold sway."
Just then, a massive shadow passed through the canopy above Timothy—something that shouldn't have been possible at this height. His thermal imaging caught a glimpse of an enormous figure moving with impossible grace through the uppermost branches before his equipment failed completely.
"Raven," he transmitted through the failing comm system, "I think I saw—" But the rest of his message was lost in a burst of static.
The tournament continued below, but the day had changed. The Apex Hunters' surveillance network lay in ruins, and Timothy found himself restricted to lower heights, the upper canopy now seemingly off-limits, protected by a layer of mist that refused to dissipate.
As players finished their rounds, Timothy finally descended to report directly to Raven. He found his leader standing at the edge of the parking lot, studying a tablet displaying the corrupted data from their failed surveillance attempt.
"It's not a total loss," Timothy said, handing over a small data drive. "I managed to capture some readings before everything went dark. Whatever's up there, it's bigger than anything we've tracked before."
Raven took the drive with a calculating smile. "The Wildwood Guardians may have countered our aerial surveillance, but they've also confirmed something crucial—there's something up there worth hiding. Something that can move through the canopy as easily as you do."
"The thermal signature was unlike anything I've seen," Timothy added. "Not even the Ahool moved like that. Whatever it was, it treated those heights like its natural domain."
"Then we'll adapt," Raven replied, pocketing the drive. "If we can't observe from above, we'll find other ways to flush our quarry down to earth. Your skills will be even more valuable in the tournaments to come."
As the sun set, players gathered for the final ceremony. Timothy watched from the shadows as bag tags were redistributed, noting how his Ahool Assassin tag seemed to grow heavier with each passing moment, as if bearing the weight of the day's revelations.
Rowan stood before the group, their voice carrying a note of warning. "Today's tournament has shown us that the forest holds many layers of secrets—some high, some low, all sacred. Those who seek to unveil these mysteries would do well to remember: not all heights are meant to be conquered, and some hunters may find themselves becoming the hunted."
The mist swirled one final time around the gathering, and for a moment, Timothy could have sworn he saw massive footprints forming in the canopy above, as if something immense had walked across the very top of the forest itself. But when he looked again, there was only the darkening sky and the rustling leaves, keeping their secrets close.
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