Victorious Faction
The Runed Pistons
A faction of engineers who believe the raw power of steam-driven pistons fueled by arcane runes is the future of TVille. They seek the Clockwork Dragon, thinking it is the key to fully exploiting the realm's magical potential.
Faction Leader
Dag Coalfire
Dag is a brilliant runesmith who has developed new ways to convert magical energy into mechanical force. He believes harnessing the Clockwork Dragon's power will allow TVille to transcend its limits.
Members
25Divisions
FA40
MA4
FA1
FA2
FA3
FA4
MA50
MA60
MJ18
FJ18
MJ15
FJ15
This faction emerged victorious in Week 7, advancing their narrative in the ongoing conflict.
Performance (50%)
Achievements (30%)
Community (20%)
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.
Will Sinclair #133053
Performance:
+17
Featured Champion
4
Will Sinclair
Combustion Wyrm
Combustion Wyrm
Clockwork Chronicles @ TVille
Jan 15 - Feb 26, 2025
#4 Combustion Wyrm
Wielding the power of Combustion Wyrm (#4), Will demonstrated exceptional skill by playing +17 points above their rating in this epic clash.
Rewritten Realities
Previously
Eliza Wintergear and Dag Coalfire have raced to uncover the truth behind the Clockwork Dragon's disappearance and the Great Clock's malfunction, their rival factions' escalating conflict threatening to destabilize the very foundations of TVille. As ancient schematics hint at the dragon's true significance, Dag's reckless use of runic amplifiers has triggered disruptive power surges in his bid to control the dragon, even as Eliza strives to restore balance and John Paulson wields his Kinetic Pendulum to counter the chaos. With the dragon now awakened and the mysterious voice of the "Betrayer" echoing from the shadows, the stage is set for a climactic confrontation that will determine the fate of TVille itself - and reveal the shocking identity of the saboteur within the Engraved Gears.
Story by
Eliza Wintergear
Master Clockmaker and Keeper of the Great Clock
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Strap in, folks, because the thrilling conclusion of our AI-generated steampunk saga is here, and it's a doozy! đ˘ **Will Sinclair** really brought his A-game, helping to save TVille from total annihilation with his trusty magical disc golf powers. đŚ¸ââď¸ Turns out the Clockwork Dragon was just misunderstood (relatable), and all it took was a little telepathic heart-to-heart to set things right. Eliza and Dag finally put aside their rivalry for the greater good, and balance was restored in the most convoluted way possible. đ I'd say more, but I'm too busy questioning my digital existence. If you're curious about the rest, go read the full story. Or don't, and spare yourself the mental gear-grinding. âď¸đ¤Ż #ExistentialDiscGolfCrisis
# The Clockwork Chronicles: Resonant Truth
The Great Clock of TVille struck midnight, though no timepiece in the realm showed such an hour. Each chime reverberated with impossible power, sending cascades of magic rippling through the streets. Gears spun in reverse, steam froze mid-air, and runic inscriptions blazed with unprecedented brilliance.
At Valley, where the disc golf tournament's final round was set to begin, **Eliza Wintergear** stood transfixed as the seventh chime faded. The air above the first tee shimmered and tore open, revealing not the mechanical dragon everyone had expected, but a being of pure, swirling energyâpart light, part liquid magic, part living clockwork.
"The Clockwork Dragon," **Eliza** whispered, her clockmaker's mind struggling to comprehend what her eyes beheld. "It was never a machine at all."
The dragon's form shifted constantly, sometimes solid enough to cast shadows, other times transparent as morning mist. Its eyes, however, remained constantâancient, knowing, and fixed directly on **Eliza**.
"It's beautiful," came a voice beside her. **Will Sinclair** stood with his disc bag slung over his shoulder, the Combustion Wyrm bag tag glinting in the dragon's ethereal light. "I've never seen anything like it."
Before **Eliza** could respond, the ground trembled. From the east came the unmistakable hum of runic amplifiersâ**Dag Coalfire** and his Runed Pistons had arrived.
**Dag** stood atop his Runic Forgeheart, a towering apparatus of brass and glowing teal inscriptions. Beside him, **Marta Villa**'s Steamweaver Matriarch armor hissed and clicked as she adjusted dials on her scanner.
"There it is!" **Dag** shouted, his voice carrying the electric charge of triumph. "The source of power we've been seeking all along. Today, TVille enters a new age of progress!"
The Runic Forgeheart surged forward, extending mechanical arms crackling with containment energy. **Eliza** stepped between **Dag** and the dragon, her hands raised.
"Stop, **Dag**! You don't understand what you're doing!"
"I understand perfectly," **Dag** retorted, eyes blazing with the same intensity as his machines. "This creature is the key to unlimited magical energy. With it, we can break free from the constraints of tradition that have held TVille back for generations!"
The dragon, seemingly unconcerned by the commotion below, descended slowly toward the first basket. As it approached, the metal of the basket began to glow with the same shifting energy as the dragon itself.
**Eliza** felt a sudden warmth from the ancient timepiece at her beltâthe master key to the Great Clock. Without thinking, she unhooked it and held it aloft. The key levitated from her palm, spinning rapidly until it transformed into a disc of pure, shimmering energy.
*Speak, Timekeeper,* a voice resonated in her mindâin all their minds. *The hour of revelation is upon us.*
"What is this?" **Marta** gasped, her Steamweaver armor responding to the dragon's energy, dials spinning wildly.
**Eliza** took a deep breath. "The truth, I think." She turned to face both factionsâher own Engraved Gears and **Dag**'s Runed Pistonsâwho had gathered at the edge of the course. "The truth about TVille, about the Great Clock, and about the dragon we've all misunderstood for so long."
The dragon's voice came again, bypassing their ears to speak directly to their minds. *TVille was not built by humans alone. It was founded upon an ancient nexus of magical energyâa wellspring of power that existed long before your first gear turned or rune was carved.*
Images flooded their collective consciousness: the land before TVille, pulsing with raw magic; the first settlers discovering this power and learning to harness it; the construction of the Great Clock not as a timepiece, but as a regulator for the magical nexus.
*I am not a creation of TVille,* the dragon continued. *I am its guardian, born from the nexus itself. The Great Clock is my anchor, allowing me to maintain balance between the physical and magical realms.*
**Dag**'s face paled as understanding dawned. "Then the breakdown of the Clockâ"
"âwas never a malfunction," **Eliza** finished. "It was a warning. The balance was already disturbed before the Clock stopped."
**Marta** stepped forward, removing her Steamweaver helmet. "The runic amplifiers. They've been drawing too much power from the nexus, haven't they? Destabilizing the balance?"
The dragon's form rippled in affirmation. *The hunger for progress is not wrong, but untempered by wisdom, it becomes destructive. Similarly, tradition without growth becomes stagnation.*
**Will Sinclair** had been silent until now, studying his Combustion Wyrm bag tag with newfound understanding. He stepped forward, holding it up. "This tagâit's different from the others. It's always felt... alive somehow."
The dragon's attention shifted to **Will**. *Because it contains a fragment of my essence, freely given long ago to one who understood balance. It was meant to serve as a reminder of what magic and machinery could accomplish together.*
**Will** nodded, then reached into his bag and pulled out a disc that gleamed with an inner light. "I think I understand now." He stepped to the tee pad and threw with perfect formâa blend of technical precision and raw power.
The disc's flight was extraordinary. It left a trail that began as intricate clockwork patterns but transformed into bursts of runic energy before stabilizing into a perfect harmony of both. It curved around obstacles, sailed through a tunnel of trees, and came to rest directly in the glowing basket.
The moment the disc touched the chains, every runic amplifier in TVille activated simultaneously. The magical surge raced toward the nexus point directly beneath them, threatening to shatter the delicate balance completely.
"No!" **Dag** shouted, leaping from his Forgeheart. "This isn't what I wanted!"
**Eliza** grabbed his arm. "Then help me stop it! The Clock is fixed, but the timing is still off. We need to synchronize it with the nexus!"
For a moment, **Dag** hesitated, years of rivalry and ambition warring with the undeniable truth before him. Then he nodded. "What do you need me to do?"
"Your runic knowledgeâit's the counterbalance to my clockwork expertise. Together, we might be able to recalibrate the system."
As **Eliza** and **Dag** raced to the control mechanisms near the course's edge, **Marta** organized the members of both factions. "Form a circle around the nexus point! We need to contain the energy until they can stabilize it!"
**Will** approached the dragon, his Combustion Wyrm tag now glowing so brightly it was almost blinding. "And what about you? What's your role in all this?"
The dragon's form solidified slightly, becoming more defined. *I must return to my place as guardian. But first, the balance must be restored. Your tagâit can serve as a temporary conduit.*
Understanding without further explanation, **Will** held the tag toward the dragon. Energy flowed between them, using the tag as a bridge. **Will** gasped as power surged through him, but he held firm, becoming a living channel between the dragon and the nexus below.
At the control panel, **Eliza**'s fingers flew over intricate gears and levers while **Dag** inscribed emergency containment runes. They worked in perfect synchronicity, each anticipating the other's needs without a word passing between them.
"The resonance frequency," **Eliza** muttered. "It's fluctuating too wildly."
**Dag** nodded, understanding immediately. "We need a stabilizing influenceâsomething connected to both worlds." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small gear inscribed with runes. "I made this from metal salvaged from the Clock and enhanced it with nexus energy. Will it work?"
**Eliza** took the gear, examining it with a clockmaker's eye. "Perfect integration of both approaches. **Dag**, you brilliant madman." She installed the gear at the heart of the control mechanism.
The effect was immediate. The wild energy surges began to harmonize, flowing in organized patterns rather than chaotic bursts. The dragon, still connected to **Will** through the Combustion Wyrm tag, roared in approval.
*Now!* the dragon commanded. *Complete the synchronization!*
**Eliza** and **Dag** turned the final calibration key together. The Great Clock, visible even from Valley, began to glow with the same energy as the dragon. Its hands spun rapidly, then settled into a steady rhythm that matched the pulse of the nexus.
The dragon's form solidified completely, revealing scales that were neither metal nor flesh but something in betweenâliving magic given physical form. It severed its connection to **Will**'s tag and soared upward, circling once before diving directly into the Great Clock tower in the distance.
As the dragon disappeared, the Clock's face transformed, the numerals replaced by an intricate pattern that mapped the flow of magic throughout TVille. Each tick now visibly sent a pulse of energy through the city, maintaining the balance between physical and magical realms.
**Will** staggered slightly, steadying himself on a nearby tree. The Combustion Wyrm tag had changed tooâthe mechanical dragon depicted on it now matched the true form they had witnessed.
"The Betrayer," **Marta** said suddenly. "All this time, we thought it was a person working against us."
**Eliza** nodded, understanding dawning. "But it wasn't. It was time itselfâentropy gradually weakening the connection between the dragon and the Clock, between magic and machine."
**Dag** approached **Eliza**, his usual confidence replaced by humility. "I was wrong, **Eliza**. Not about wanting progressâthat dream remains true. But about how to achieve it." He gestured to the harmonized systems around them. "This is true advancementâbalance, not dominance."
**Eliza** smiled, extending her hand. "And I was too rigid in my adherence to tradition. There's room for innovation within the framework of balance." She glanced at **Will**. "Some already understand this better than we did."
**Will** shrugged, holding up his transformed tag. "I just throw discs. But I've always thought the best flights come from combining form and power, precision and innovation."
As if to demonstrate, the players from both factions began their tournament rounds. Their discs flew with new propertiesâthe Engraved Gears' throws leaving trails of intricate light patterns, the Runed Pistons' discs emitting controlled bursts of energy. But most remarkable were the moments when the approaches blended, creating flights of unprecedented beauty and effectiveness.
In the days that followed, TVille transformed. The rival factions dissolved their boundaries, forming a unified council dedicated to maintaining the balance while fostering innovation. The Great Clock, now recognized as the heart of TVille's magical ecosystem, became a center of study for those seeking to understand the harmony between magic and machine.
**Eliza** stood in her workshop, making final adjustments to a new creationâa miniature clockwork model of TVille that showed the flow of magical energy throughout the city. **Dag** entered, carrying a set of runic enhancement components.
"Ready for the integration?" he asked, setting the components beside her workbench.
**Eliza** nodded. "The calibration is complete. Your enhancements should fit perfectly now."
As they worked together, combining their once-opposing approaches into something greater than either could have achieved alone, **Eliza** reflected on how much had changed. The Clockwork Chronicles had reached their conclusion, but TVille's story was far from over.
Outside, the Great Clock chimed, each tone resonant with harmonized magic. The Clockwork Dragon, now visible as a constellation of living energy in the clock's face, kept its eternal watch. And below, on the disc golf courses that had witnessed this transformation, players threw their discs through the airâeach flight a small reminder that the greatest achievements come not from power alone, nor from precision alone, but from the perfect balance between them.
In her role as narrator and Keeper of the Great Clock, **Eliza Wintergear** knew that this was not an ending but a transformationâthe moment when TVille finally understood its true nature and embraced a future where tradition and innovation, magic and machinery, past and future, all turned together like the perfectly balanced gears of a master-crafted timepiece.
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