Fractured Mask
The Veil @ Creekside
Week 4

Fractured Mask

August 2, 2025 Creekside
The Wardens of the Veil Wins!
3
Players

Event Details

Total Players 3
Week 4

Faction Battle

The Wardens of the Veil
The Wardens of the Veil
MVP: Eric Pearson
The Fracturebound
The Fracturebound
MVP: Brian Bowling
The Wardens of the Veil won this event's faction battle!

Episode Recap

Whoooa dudes, the cosmic currents were totally flowing at Creekside Park for Week 4's "Fractured Mask" event! 🎭 Three radical disc riders caught some serious glyph swells on this tree-lined arcane beach, with each player somehow managing to paddle past their previous personal bests. The Veil's energy must've been catching a sick break today, bro!

In the RPA Division, Austin Lott navigated some gnarly choppy waters early on, wiping out to +2 by hole 3. But like any seasoned wave warrior, he found his flow with a clutch birdie recovery on hole 4. 🏄‍♂️ Despite riding 37 points below his 951 rating vibe, Austin totally stuck the landing with a final-hole birdie to claim victory at -3. Sometimes the best rides aren't the smoothest ones, man - they're the ones where you stay on your board when the cosmic tide gets sketchy.

The RAD Division saw Eric Pearson absolutely shredding the mystical breaks with a stellar -4 performance! 🔥 Dude was channeling some serious arcane energy, floating 33 points above his 894 rating with a 927-rated round. That's like catching the perfect pipeline when you were just expecting ankle-busters, broski. His personal best for the course proved that sometimes the masks we wear hide our truest potential - and Eric's was hiding a total ripper!

Over in the RAF Division, Brian Bowling experienced his own journey through the early morning fog bank, struggling through a cold streak in those first three holes. 🌊 But just like the tide always turns, he found his rhythm and cruised to a +3 finish, vibing 20 points above his 817 rating. Another personal record fell as Brian proved that beneath every mask lies the potential for breakthrough performances.

The synchronicity was totally tubular - all three competitors setting new personal bests on the same day! It's like the course's ancient beach energy was revealing itself through their discs. Eric's 33-point rating surge stood out as the most radical transformation, while Austin's ability to claim victory despite the rough waters showed that true mastery isn't about perfection - it's about riding whatever waves the Veil sends your way. 🎯

As the "Fractured Mask" theme rippled through Creekside's fairways, trusted figures showed unexpected vulnerability while others exceeded all cosmic projections. The glyph patterns are shifting, bros - these personal breakthroughs and unexpected performances are just the foam before the next big set. Next week's "Doubt Rising" promises even gnarlier breaks as paranoia spreads and dangerous new glyphs activate across the course. Just ride the cosmic currents, man—it's all vibes! 🌀

Narrator Archetype: The Surfer Dude
Herald Veyra
Narrated by
Herald Veyra
Masked Warden of the Veil
Impossibly laid-back with a mystical surfer vibe, every statement reflects cosmic chill—even when magical chaos erupts. Commentary is carefree and irreverently positive, effortlessly blending arcane jargon with surfer slang. The undercurrent is always flow and freedom, masking secret vigilance beneath casual waves of speech.
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RPA Division

Hole 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 Total
Par 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 54
Distance (ft) 474 320 297 272 311 283 296 387 276 283 299 309 283 325 281 277 415 424 5812
Tee Tee 1 Tee 2 Tee 3 Tee 4 Tee 5 Tee 6 Tee 7 Tee 8 Tee 9 Tee 10 Tee 11 Tee 12 Tee 13 Tee 14 Tee 15 Tee 16 Tee 17 Tee 18
Target H1 H2 H3 H4 H5 H6 H7 H8 H9 H10 H11 H12 H13 H14 H15 H16 H17 H18
Pool Avg 3.00 3.00 5.00 2.00 3.00 2.00 3.00 3.00 2.00 5.00 3.00 3.00 2.00 3.00 2.00 3.00 2.00 2.00 51.00
Score 3 3 5 2 3 2 3 3 2 5 3 3 2 3 2 3 2 2 51
+/– Par + 2 -1 -1 -1 + 2 -1 -1 -1 -1 -3
Course: Creekside Park - The Veil @ Creekside Layout
Herald Veyra
Herald Veyra's Round Analysis
Masked Warden of the Veil

Austin Lott rode the arcane currents to victory at Fractured Mask! 🌊 After wiping out with a double bogey on hole 3, he rebounded with a bounce-back birdie on 4 🥏. Despite the scorching heat 🔥, Austin dropped a clutch birdie on 18 to seal his RPA win 🏆 and set a personal best (-3)! 📈 Though this 914-rated run fell 37 points below his usual shred, he proved even cosmic turbulence can't stop a true Wielder. As Herald Veyra says: "Just ride the cosmic currents, man—it’s all vibes." 🌌

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RAD Division

Hole 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 Total
Par 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 54
Distance (ft) 474 320 297 272 311 283 296 387 276 283 299 309 283 325 281 277 415 424 5812
Tee Tee 1 Tee 2 Tee 3 Tee 4 Tee 5 Tee 6 Tee 7 Tee 8 Tee 9 Tee 10 Tee 11 Tee 12 Tee 13 Tee 14 Tee 15 Tee 16 Tee 17 Tee 18
Target H1 H2 H3 H4 H5 H6 H7 H8 H9 H10 H11 H12 H13 H14 H15 H16 H17 H18
Pool Avg 3.00 3.00 3.00 3.00 3.00 2.00 3.00 3.00 2.00 4.00 2.00 3.00 2.00 2.00 3.00 3.00 3.00 3.00 50.00
Score 3 3 3 3 3 2 3 3 2 4 2 3 2 2 3 3 3 3 50
+/– Par -1 -1 + 1 -1 -1 -1 -4
Course: Creekside Park - The Veil @ Creekside Layout
Herald Veyra
Herald Veyra's Round Analysis
Masked Warden of the Veil

🏆 Eric Pearson shredded the arcane swells at Fractured Mask, setting a new personal best with a blazing -4 round! 🌌 Dude totally rode the cosmic currents 33 points above his rating, locking in a 927-rated performance that vibed with Creekside's fracturing realms. ☀️🌬️ Just ride those currents, man—it's all vibes. Claimed the RAD crown while surfing the hottest glyph breaks of Week 4! 🔥🥏

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RAF Division

Hole 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 Total
Par 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 54
Distance (ft) 474 320 297 272 311 283 296 387 276 283 299 309 283 325 281 277 415 424 5812
Tee Tee 1 Tee 2 Tee 3 Tee 4 Tee 5 Tee 6 Tee 7 Tee 8 Tee 9 Tee 10 Tee 11 Tee 12 Tee 13 Tee 14 Tee 15 Tee 16 Tee 17 Tee 18
Target H1 H2 H3 H4 H5 H6 H7 H8 H9 H10 H11 H12 H13 H14 H15 H16 H17 H18
Pool Avg 5.00 4.00 4.00 2.00 3.00 2.00 3.00 3.00 3.00 4.00 2.00 3.00 3.00 3.00 3.00 3.00 4.00 3.00 57.00
Score 5 4 4 2 3 2 3 3 3 4 2 3 3 3 3 3 4 3 57
+/– Par + 2 + 1 + 1 -1 -1 + 1 -1 + 1 +3
Course: Creekside Park - The Veil @ Creekside Layout
Herald Veyra
Herald Veyra's Round Analysis
Masked Warden of the Veil

Baking under the Creekside sun ☀️, Brian Bowling rode the arcane currents to a personal best +3! 🌊 His 837-rated round shredded 20 points above his rating 📈, shaking off a chilly 3-hole start like a pro surfer escaping a reef wipeout. With the Fractured Mask realm vibrating to his rhythm, Brian claimed RAF dominance by finding the ultimate cosmic flow. 🏆 Just ride those currents, bro—it's all vibes! 🔥

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Victorious Faction

The Wardens of the Veil

The Wardens of the Veil

Guardians enshrouded in secrecy, dedicated to maintaining the sacred geometry and stability of the Veil. The Wardens believe the Veil is the sole barrier protecting reality from the dissolution and madness sown by the Arcane Fracture. Ritual-bound, tradition-focused, and entrusted with ancient glyphs known only to the society's inner circle, the Wardens deploy shielded magic and hidden defenses, revealing only calculated truths as the league's shadowy arbiters.

Shred that Veil, bros!
Herald Veyra Arcanist Seraph

Faction Leader

Herald Veyra

Once a trusted Architect before the Fracture, Veyra is renowned for impenetrable magical barriers, investigative foresight, and an unwavering commitment to preserving reality’s fragile balance. Endlessly vigilant, Veyra senses every subtle breach—her masked presence strikes both respect and foreboding among the league.

Members

7

Divisions

RPA RAH RAD RAE

This faction emerged victorious in Week 4, 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.

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Fractured Mask

Previously

The Arcane Fracture has torn through Brighton's Majestic 18, transforming a routine morning round into a battle for reality itself as Shae Chamberlain and the Veil Codex have led the Wardens in containing—but not closing—the first of ten prophesied breaches. Herald Veyra has shed his casual surfer facade to reveal commanding knowledge of ancient containment rituals, while UV-reactive glyphs have begun permanently marking both discs and courses with instructions written in sacred geometry. The chilling discovery that someone deliberately amplified this breach has confirmed the Fracturebound's presence, their signature scrawled across reality in "mathematical malice" as they work to accelerate the Veil's spread. With mysterious glyph caches now emerging across Utah's courses and the line between ally and infiltrator blurring in the shadows, the Wardens must navigate a world where every throw could either strengthen their defenses or unleash the next catastrophic breach.

Herald Veyra
Story by
Herald Veyra
Masked Warden of the Veil
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Episode 4: Fractured Mask

The morning mist clung to Creekside's fairways like a guilty conscience. Eric Pearson stood at the tee pad of hole 3, watching his Star Destroyer sail toward the basket in a perfect hyzer line. The disc hit chains dead center—and passed through them like they were made of smoke. 🌫️⚡

"What the..." Eric muttered, jogging toward the basket. The Enigma Lattice at his side pulsed with violet light, its interlocking patterns shifting frantically. Reality wasn't just glitching—it was hemorrhaging. The geometric grids of his bag tag phased between dimensions, trying to stabilize whatever was tearing at the fabric of the course.

Across the fairway, other players were discovering something far more disturbing than phantom baskets. One by one, competitors reached into their bags to find ornate masks nestled between their discs. The masks were beautiful in their wrongness—carved from what looked like frozen shadow, inlaid with glyphs that seemed to move when you weren't looking directly at them. 🎭💀

"Rodriguez, don't put that on!" someone shouted, but it was too late. The moment the mask touched skin, Rodriguez's entire demeanor shifted. His casual morning round stance straightened into something more predatory, and when he threw his next shot, the disc traced impossible angles through the air, defying every law of physics Eric had studied at the Academy.

The Enigma Lattice burned hot against Eric's hip. Through its dimensional overlay, he could see what others couldn't—thread-like tears in reality spreading from each masked player like cracks in glass. The masks weren't just changing behavior; they were turning people into walking reality wounds.

"Everybody stay cool, cosmic wanderers!" Herald Veyra's voice carried across the course from the elevated commentary position. "Just some gnarly morning vibes, nothing we can't ride out together. Though, uh, maybe keep those funky face decorations in your bags for now, yeah?"

But Eric could hear the calculation beneath Veyra's laid-back tone. The Warden leader was buying time, assessing threats while maintaining calm. Three players had already donned masks, and more were pulling them out with expressions of fascination rather than fear. The things were beautiful, seductive even, promising secrets behind their shadowed eye holes. 🔮🌊

Eric activated the Enigma Lattice fully, letting its stabilizing field expand outward. Under its UV resonance, the masks revealed their true nature—each one inscribed with corruption glyphs, viral patterns designed to spread doubt and dissolve loyalty. But there was something else, something that made his blood run cold. One mask pattern didn't match the others. One mask bore Warden encryption underneath the Fracturebound corruption.

"Hey, Chen!" Eric called out to a newer player fingering a mask nervously. "Trade you three Star Destroyers for that mask. Collector's item, you know?"

Chen looked relieved to have an excuse not to wear it, quickly making the trade. Eric pretended to admire the mask while the Enigma Lattice decoded its hidden layers. The encryption was definitely Warden-made, but twisted, inverted. Someone on the inside had helped create these.

More players succumbed to temptation. Martinez slipped on a mask and immediately began throwing shots that curved around trees, through solid objects, finding baskets from impossible angles. The masked players weren't speaking to anyone anymore, just playing with an eerie synchronized precision that sent shivers down Eric's spine. Each throw deepened the reality tears. 🎯⚔️

"Check it out, dudes," Veyra's voice maintained its mellow tone, but Eric caught the coded message underneath. "When you're catching a wave, you gotta read the water, feel which currents are gonna take you home and which ones lead to the rocks. Some waves look sweet but hide gnarly riptides, you feel me?"

The Enigma Lattice suddenly flared, its geometric patterns locking onto a specific energy signature. Eric's eyes widened as he traced the source—hole 13, the island green surrounded by Creekside's signature water hazards. Someone was there, someone whose glyph signature registered as both Warden and not-Warden. The traitor.

Eric grabbed his bag and started moving, trying not to draw attention. The masked players continued their uncanny round, each throw carving deeper wounds in reality. Through the Enigma Lattice, Eric could see the course's underlying geometry beginning to buckle. If this continued, Creekside would become another breach point, another hole for the Fracture to pour through. 🌀💫

At hole 13, Eric found what he'd feared. Warden Thale, one of Veyra's trusted lieutenants, knelt at the center of the island green. Geometric patterns spiraled out from their position, and in their hands, a disc glowed with forbidden light. They were trying to open a portal, using the combined power of the masks as anchor points.

"It's not betrayal," Thale said without looking up, their voice hollow behind their own mask—the original, Eric realized. "It's revelation. The Veil isn't protecting us, Pearson. It's blinding us. There are truths beyond that we need to see."

The Enigma Lattice pulsed urgently. Through its dimensional sight, Eric could see what Thale was attempting—not just a breach, but a fundamental rewriting of the course's reality. The portal would transform Creekside into a permanent threshold between realms.

"Truths that require deceiving your own people?" Eric pulled out his most trusted disc, a beaten-in Firebird inscribed with stabilization glyphs. "That's not revelation, Thale. That's just another mask."

Thale's head snapped up, the mask's eye holes revealing swirling void. "You think your little geometric guardian makes you righteous? The Enigma Lattice was born from the first containment—it doesn't know freedom, only cages!" 🚨🎭

Eric didn't have time to argue philosophy. The portal was forming, reality creaking under the strain. He needed to disrupt the ritual, and in disc golf as in magic, geometry was everything. The Enigma Lattice projected optimal flight paths, calculating angles that would intersect with Thale's glyph matrix.

His first throw was a precision hyzer, the Firebird carving through the morning air. It struck one of Thale's anchor glyphs, shattering it in a burst of violet sparks. Thale snarled, redirecting energy to compensate, but Eric was already throwing his second shot—a skip ace run that would complete a containment triangle if it connected.

"Whooooa, heavy cosmic turbulence at the island!" Veyra's voice boomed across the course. "Remember, bros, when reality gets choppy, you gotta trust your line and commit to the shot. No hesitation in the barrel!"

Thale fought back, launching their own discs wreathed in chaotic energy. Each throw tore new holes in space, forcing Eric to dodge between dimensions. The Enigma Lattice worked overtime, weaving patches across reality tears even as new ones formed. This wasn't sustainable—Eric needed to end it fast. 🌊⚡

Drawing on every ounce of Warden training, Eric pulled out his last resort—a prototype disc infused with pure Enigma Lattice energy. One throw, one chance. The angle had to be perfect, threading between Thale's defenses to strike the portal's core.

"You can't stop the truth!" Thale screamed, pouring everything into the failing portal.

"I'm not stopping truth," Eric said, finding his line. "I'm preserving choice."

The disc left his hand in a perfect flat release, the Enigma Lattice guiding its flight through impossible space. It struck the portal's center just as Thale's last defenses crumbled. Reality snapped back like a rubber band, the portal collapsing into geometric fragments that the Enigma Lattice quickly absorbed and neutralized.

Thale fell to their knees, mask cracking and falling away. Without the portal's power, the other masks across the course began to fail. Players stumbled, confused, as the corrupting influence faded. But Thale was already moving, diving into the water hazard. By the time Eric reached the edge, only ripples remained. 🌀💀

"Epic save, my dude!" Veyra appeared beside Eric, having descended from the commentary booth with surprising speed. "That was some seriously sick containment geometry. Though our barnacle-brained buddy made it to open water, huh?"

Eric nodded, watching the Enigma Lattice slowly dim as it finished repairing the last reality tears. "They knew our protocols, our weaknesses. This was planned for months, maybe longer."

"Yeah, heavy revelation, bro." Veyra's perpetual smile faltered for just a moment. "Trust is gonna be like morning glass from now on—beautiful but fragile. Still, we held the line today. The Veil stands."

As players recovered their discs and their senses, Eric noticed several masks remained unclaimed in bags. The corruption might be contained, but the seeds of doubt had been planted. Players looked at each other with new suspicion, wondering who else might be wearing invisible masks.

The Enigma Lattice pulsed one final warning. In the UV spectrum, Eric could see a message Thale had left behind, written in water droplets that would evaporate within minutes: "The Echo Rift remembers what the Veil forgets."

Eric shared a look with Veyra. Whatever came next, the game had changed. Trust was now a luxury they couldn't afford, and somewhere out there, Thale was carrying Warden secrets to the enemy. 🎯🌊

"Just another day in paradise, right?" Veyra said, but even their cosmic chill couldn't quite mask the worry underneath. "Come on, let's help these confused souls finish their round. The show must flow on."

As they walked back toward the other players, Eric kept one hand on the Enigma Lattice. Its geometric patterns had saved them today, but he couldn't shake Thale's words. How many truths were they sacrificing for stability? How many masks were they wearing without knowing it?

The morning mist began to clear, but the shadows it left behind seemed deeper than before. 🌅⚔️

Next Week: The Echo Rift awakens, offering power to those willing to risk everything. But in a league where trust has shattered, who dares to reach for dangerous rewards?

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