Resonant Rift
Resonance @ Dragonfly
Week 1

Resonant Rift

July 10, 2025 Dragonfly
Harmonic Binders Wins!
8
Players

Event Details

Total Players 8
Week 1

Faction Battle

Fractureborn Echoes
Fractureborn Echoes
MVP: Kenneth Oetker
Harmonic Binders
Harmonic Binders
MVP: Afton Bodell
Harmonic Binders won this event's faction battle!

Episode Recap

The inaugural week of Resonance @ Dragonfly saw eight brave souls venture into the mystical tunnels and wetlands of Dragonfly Course, where the temperature soared to a sweltering 87°F—though that reminds me of the summer when Old Bluewing Grendal claimed the heat itself bent his discs mid-flight... but I digress. This "Resonant Rift" event marked the beginning of our arcane fracture storyline, with multiple players achieving personal bests as spectral echoes began their subtle influence on gameplay. 🌟 Every single competitor set a new personal record for this layout, suggesting the ancient energies were indeed awakening. 🔮

In the RPA Division, Kenneth Oetker claimed victory with a commanding -4, though the real drama centered on Austin Lott's mercurial round. Lott burst from the gates with a birdie on hole 1, seizing an early lead that had all the hallmarks of destiny—or perhaps doom, as these things often go when the echoes stir. The two warriors traded blows through the middle passages, with Oetker gradually asserting dominance. But it was Lott's crucial bogey on hole 10 that sealed his fate, a moment that altered the very fabric of... well, at least the leaderboard. Houston Finch, meanwhile, struggled mightily, shooting 66 points below his 993 rating—a performance that surely had something to do with residual effects from that Ripple Snack Incident, though the exact correlation escapes me. 📉⚡

The RAD Division witnessed Eric Pearson competing in glorious solitude, but what a performance it was! Shooting 33 points above his rating, Pearson channeled energies that hadn't been seen since... actually, they'd never been seen on this layout, as he notched a personal best that resonated through the very foundations of Dragonfly's wetlands. 🎯🔥

Chris Fox emerged victorious in the RAH Division at -3, but not without a dramatic battle against Connor Ebanks that featured more lead changes than a three-headed hydra has opinions. Fox seized the early advantage, only to watch Ebanks surge past after hole 2. But here's where it gets interesting—Fox answered a crushing double-bogey on hole 2 with an immediate birdie on hole 3, a recovery that speaks to either remarkable resilience or the beneficial influence of harmonic convergence. His exceptional 41-point rating performance suggested the latter. That takes me back—though the year escapes me. Was it during the First Fracture, or the Third Ripple Age? 🏆💫

In the RAG Division, Afton Bodell stood alone against the elements and her own disc golf demons, managing a personal best of +23 despite enduring what can only be described as a bogey avalanche from holes 6 through 18. Thirteen consecutive bogeys would break most mortals, but Bodell persevered through both hot and cold streaks—though mostly cold, if we're being honest about those final holes. 🌊❄️

The rating performances across divisions told a tale of spectral interference most profound. Eric Pearson's +33 and Chris Fox's +41 suggested beneficial resonance, while Jaron Gold and Houston Finch found themselves on the wrong side of the arcane equation. Five sole birdies punctuated the round like mystical waypoints: Lott's opening statement on hole 1, Oetker's clutch conversion on hole 15, and three others that defined the day's key moments. 📊✨

As the dust settled and the echoes quieted to a whisper, Week 1 had successfully set the stage for our season-long battle. Kenneth Oetker, Chris Fox, and Eric Pearson emerged as early division leaders, their tags now pulsing with newfound energy. Next week's "Echo Veil" event promises to intensify these spectral energies, where players may experience visions of former champions as the arcane resonance deepens. You know, this reminds me of a time—wait, am I thinking of another realm? Ah, details shimmer when the resonance swells! 🌌🎭

Narrator Archetype: The Long-Winded Storyteller
Arkan the Binder
Narrated by
Arkan the Binder
Ancestral Glyph Keeper and Harmonizing League Narrator
Resonant yet delightfully rambling—each phrase swells with gravity, quickly drifting into winding histories or half-recalled tales. The tone is wise, but always colored by tangential digressions and spectral uncertainty, oscillating between reflective profundity and arcane absentmindedness.
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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 4 3 3 3 4 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 4 57
Distance (ft) 385 473 260 373 261 376 225 277 269 249 242 278 325 345 328 311 314 640 5931
Pool Avg 3.50 4.50 2.50 3.00 3.25 4.00 2.25 3.50 2.50 3.00 2.50 4.00 3.25 3.25 2.75 2.75 2.25 3.75 56.50
Score 3 5 3 3 2 3 2 3 2 3 2 4 4 3 2 2 2 5 53
+/– Par + 1 -1 -1 -1 -1 -1 + 1 + 1 -1 -1 -1 + 1 -4
Course: Dragonfly - Blues Layout
Arkan the Binder
Arkan the Binder's Round Analysis
Ancestral Glyph Keeper and Harmonizing League Narrator

🏆 In Dragonfly's arcane rifts, Kenneth Oetker resonated with victory at -4, etching a new personal best into spectral stone! 🔮📈 His glyphs ignited during twin infernos 🔥🔥 - seizing command at hole 8 after a 3-birdie surge (5-7), then later conjuring another streak (15-17). But hole 15 witnessed true magic: Kenneth's solitary birdie 🎯 defied the echoes where all others faltered. That takes me back—was it during the Third Ripple Age when Old Bluewing Grendal last harmonized 16 rating points above his own echo? 🥏💫

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Hole 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 Total
Par 3 4 3 3 3 4 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 4 57
Distance (ft) 385 473 260 373 261 376 225 277 269 249 242 278 325 345 328 311 314 640 5931
Pool Avg 3.50 4.50 2.50 3.00 3.25 4.00 2.25 3.50 2.50 3.00 2.50 4.00 3.25 3.25 2.75 2.75 2.25 3.75 56.50
Score 2 5 2 3 3 3 2 4 2 4 2 5 3 3 3 3 2 3 54
+/– Par -1 + 1 -1 -1 -1 + 1 -1 + 1 -1 + 2 -1 -1 -3
Course: Dragonfly - Blues Layout
Arkan the Binder
Arkan the Binder's Round Analysis
Ancestral Glyph Keeper and Harmonizing League Narrator

Amid Dragonfly's arcane dawn 🌌, Austin Lott unleashed Old Bluewing Grendal's forgotten spin 🥏🎯—seizing the lead with hole 1's sole birdie! Yet when spectral breezes stirred on the 10th, his grasp fractured into bogey, much like that Ripple Snack Incident of '23... Undeterred, Austin forged a personal best -3 📈 to claim second 🥈, his 967 rating resonating 16 points above destiny. Though the cash line shimmered just beyond reach, these echoes shall haunt the rifts! 🔮

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Hole 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 Total
Par 3 4 3 3 3 4 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 4 57
Distance (ft) 385 473 260 373 261 376 225 277 269 249 242 278 325 345 328 311 314 640 5931
Pool Avg 3.50 4.50 2.50 3.00 3.25 4.00 2.25 3.50 2.50 3.00 2.50 4.00 3.25 3.25 2.75 2.75 2.25 3.75 56.50
Score 5 4 3 3 3 4 2 3 2 3 3 4 4 3 3 3 2 4 58
+/– Par + 2 -1 -1 + 1 + 1 -1 +1
Course: Dragonfly - Blues Layout
Arkan the Binder
Arkan the Binder's Round Analysis
Ancestral Glyph Keeper and Harmonizing League Narrator

Amid Dragonfly's blazing heat 🔥 and howling winds 💨, Houston Finch forged a new personal best (+1) to seize 3rd in RPA! 🥉 His arcane surge into podium position after hole 6 📈 defied the turbulent skies, though the 927 round resonated 66 points below his 993 potential. ✨ Arkan muses: "That takes me back—was it the First Fracture or those Ripple Snacks muddling the resonance? Old Grendal's putts wavered similarly in the Third Ripple Age..." 🌀🥏

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Hole 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 Total
Par 3 4 3 3 3 4 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 4 57
Distance (ft) 385 473 260 373 261 376 225 277 269 249 242 278 325 345 328 311 314 640 5931
Pool Avg 3.50 4.50 2.50 3.00 3.25 4.00 2.25 3.50 2.50 3.00 2.50 4.00 3.25 3.25 2.75 2.75 2.25 3.75 56.50
Score 4 4 2 3 5 6 3 4 4 2 3 3 2 4 3 3 3 3 61
+/– Par + 1 -1 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 1 -1 -1 + 1 -1 +4
Course: Dragonfly - Blues Layout
Arkan the Binder
Arkan the Binder's Round Analysis
Ancestral Glyph Keeper and Harmonizing League Narrator

Jaron Gold unleashed a shimmering arcane birdie on hole 13 🎯, the sole under-par strike in RPA's Fractureborn Echoes! 🔮 Yet this resonant moment faded as he carved a personal Dragonfly record at +4 📜 - a glyph of progress despite finishing 4th. "That takes me back," Arkan murmurs, "to when the Ripple Snacks made Old Grendal's rating plummet 25 points mid-round!" 🌌 Truly, the arcane fracture tests every wielder's harmony. 🌀

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RAH Division

Hole 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 Total
Par 3 4 3 3 3 4 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 4 57
Distance (ft) 385 473 260 373 261 376 225 277 269 249 242 278 325 345 328 311 314 640 5931
Pool Avg 3.50 5.00 2.50 3.00 3.00 4.00 2.50 3.50 4.00 2.00 2.50 2.50 3.50 2.50 3.00 2.00 3.00 3.50 55.50
Score 3 6 2 3 3 4 2 4 2 2 2 2 4 3 3 2 3 4 54
+/– Par + 2 -1 -1 + 1 -1 -1 -1 -1 + 1 -1 -3
Course: Dragonfly - Blues Layout
Arkan the Binder
Arkan the Binder's Round Analysis
Ancestral Glyph Keeper and Harmonizing League Narrator

🌌 Chris Fox shattered expectations at Dragonfly, firing a personal-best -3 (967 rated - 41 above norm!) to claim victory 📈. Seizing an early lead 🥏, Chris faced turbulence on hole 2 before instantly rebounding with a birdie on 3 💥. The decisive moment came with the division's only birdie on treacherous hole 12 🎯 - a feat echoing through the rifts! This triumph now joins our chronicles, though I vaguely recall similar heroics during... ah, was it the Ripple Snack Incident? No matter - the glyphs confirm this resonant win! 🔮🏆

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Hole 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 Total
Par 3 4 3 3 3 4 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 4 57
Distance (ft) 385 473 260 373 261 376 225 277 269 249 242 278 325 345 328 311 314 640 5931
Pool Avg 3.50 5.00 2.50 3.00 3.00 4.00 2.50 3.50 4.00 2.00 2.50 2.50 3.50 2.50 3.00 2.00 3.00 3.50 55.50
Score 4 4 3 3 3 4 3 3 6 2 3 3 3 2 3 2 3 3 57
+/– Par + 1 + 3 -1 -1 -1 -1 E
Course: Dragonfly - Blues Layout
Arkan the Binder
Arkan the Binder's Round Analysis
Ancestral Glyph Keeper and Harmonizing League Narrator

🌀 Connor Ebanks carved a personal best through Dragonfly's arcane winds, trading leads like ancient glyphs in a cosmic duel! After seizing control twice, a catastrophic hole 9 triple-bogey shattered his command ⚡ - but true Wielders bounce back, and his immediate birdie on 10 proved just that 🔥 His unique birdie on 14 sealed a stellar 2nd place finish at even par, outplaying his rating by 4 points in brutal 16mph gusts 💨 That takes me back to the Great Wind Fracture of... wait, where was I? 🎯

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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 4 3 3 3 4 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 4 57
Distance (ft) 385 473 260 373 261 376 225 277 269 249 242 278 325 345 328 311 314 640 5931
Pool Avg 3.00 4.00 4.00 3.00 2.00 5.00 3.00 3.00 3.00 3.00 3.00 3.00 3.00 3.00 3.00 3.00 3.00 4.00 58.00
Score 3 4 4 3 2 5 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 4 58
+/– Par + 1 -1 + 1 +1
Course: Dragonfly - Blues Layout
Arkan the Binder
Arkan the Binder's Round Analysis
Ancestral Glyph Keeper and Harmonizing League Narrator

At dawn's first light ☀️, Eric Pearson channeled pure arcane energy to shatter his personal best at Dragonfly! With a blazing 927-rated round ⚡—33 points above his rating—Eric claimed victory in RAD division with a +1 that felt like championship gold 🏆. That takes me back to Old Bluewing Grendal's legendary morning sessions, though the year escapes me 🔮. Sometimes the echoes align perfectly, and Eric's resonance was undeniable! ✨

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RAG Division

Hole 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 Total
Par 3 4 3 3 3 4 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 4 57
Distance (ft) 385 473 260 373 261 376 225 277 269 249 242 278 325 345 328 311 314 640 5931
Pool Avg 4.00 6.00 4.00 3.00 3.00 5.00 4.00 6.00 5.00 4.00 4.00 5.00 4.00 5.00 4.00 5.00 4.00 5.00 80.00
Score 4 6 4 3 3 5 4 6 5 4 4 5 4 5 4 5 4 5 80
+/– Par + 1 + 2 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 3 + 2 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 1 + 2 + 1 + 2 + 1 + 1 +23
Course: Dragonfly - Blues Layout
Arkan the Binder
Arkan the Binder's Round Analysis
Ancestral Glyph Keeper and Harmonizing League Narrator

Amid swirling winds and arcane energies ⚡, Afton Bodell carved out a personal best at Dragonfly with a hard-fought +23! 🌟 The lone RAG warrior battled 89°F heat and 16 mph gusts 💨, finding brief respite through hole 3 before the spectral forces turned cold from holes 6-18. That takes me back—though the year escapes me, was it during the First Fracture? ✨ Personal bests echo through all realities! 🥏

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Victorious Faction

Harmonic Binders

Harmonic Binders

The Harmonic Binders are guardians of the league’s fragile order, focusing their skills on unifying spectral echoes into stable harmonics. They value memory, synthesis, and glyph mastery, and act as keepers of ancestral knowledge, working to mend reality's fractures. Their presence produces clarity amid chaos, binding echoes into coherent resonance and striving for the restoration of balance in all realms.

That takes me back—though the year escapes me. Was it during the First Fracture, or the Third Ripple Age?
Arkan the Binder Veyra the Riftborn

Faction Leader

Arkan the Binder

An ancestral glyph keeper, Arkan witnessed the first Arcane Fracture and pledged to restore order. He orchestrates glyph synthesis, harbors centuries of memory, and wields spectral resonance to stabilize fractured realms.

Members

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RAF RAG

This faction emerged victorious in Week 1, 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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Resonant Rift

Arkan the Binder
Story by
Arkan the Binder
Ancestral Glyph Keeper and Harmonizing League Narrator
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Episode 1: Resonant Rift

The morning sun cast long shadows across Dragonfly's manicured fairways, a perfect Utah summer day that promised nothing more extraordinary than good scores and friendly competition. Afton Bodell adjusted her grip on a well-worn Star Destroyer, the disc's flight plate catching the light as she lined up her drive on hole seven. The basket stood 425 feet away, guarded by a cluster of cottonwoods that whispered in the gentle breeze. 🌞

Then the world cracked.

Not with sound, but with a sensation that made every player on the course stumble mid-throw. Reality stuttered like a scratched record, and where Afton's disc should have sailed straight, it instead split into three ghostly copies—each taking a different flight path through suddenly prismatic air. The primary disc faded left as intended, but its spectral echoes curved right and straight, all three versions equally real until they collapsed back into one disc thirty feet short of her typical distance. 🔮

"That's... new," someone whispered from the card behind her.

Afton felt her bag grow warm against her hip. Not the usual warmth of summer sun on fabric, but something alive and responsive. She reached for her bag tag—a crystalline artifact she'd earned through last season's campaign, though she'd never seen it do more than catch the light prettily. Now the Synthesis Core pulsed with golden radiance, its geometric patterns shifting like a living mandala.

Across the course, shouts of confusion erupted. A putter thrown at basket three multiplied into a dozen phantom discs. On hole twelve, a fairway driver passed through a shimmering tear in the air and emerged flying backwards. The very fabric of the course rippled with impossible colors—spectral blues and violent purples that had no name in any earthly spectrum. ⚡

"Everyone, stay calm!" Afton called out, though her own voice carried an odd echo, as if spoken from multiple timelines at once. The Synthesis Core grew warmer, and instinctively, she held it aloft.

Golden light spread from the crystal in perfect concentric circles, each ring stabilizing the chaotic energies as it expanded. Where the light touched, the air stopped shimmering. Phantom discs consolidated back into single objects. The impossible colors faded to normal hues. Within a fifty-foot radius of Afton, reality reasserted itself with an almost audible sigh of relief. ✨

"The ancient seal has broken," a voice intoned from behind her—dramatic, weathered, and immediately recognizable to anyone who'd attended league events. Arkan the Binder stood at the edge of the stability field, his lined face grave as he observed the chaos beyond Afton's protective dome. "Just as the texts foretold, though I'd hoped... well, hope is a luxury we can no longer afford."

He pulled out a leather-bound journal, its pages already filling with cramped notes and sketched diagrams. "This reminds me of the Great Sundering of—no, focus, Arkan. The present catastrophe first, ancient history later." He glanced at Afton with something between pride and concern. "The Synthesis Core has chosen its moment well. And you, young Binder, must learn quickly." 📖

Beyond the golden barrier, the course continued its metamorphosis. Fairways split into multiple probability paths. Baskets phased in and out of existence. A group of players on hole fifteen watched in horror as their scores rearranged themselves on the card, numbers flowing like water into new configurations.

Afton took a deep breath, feeling the Core's energy flow through her. She'd thrown thousands of rounds on this course, knew every tree and elevation change. But this—this was disc golf transformed into something mythical. Each throw would now carry weight beyond mere scoring. Every putt might seal or widen the growing rifts in reality. 🎯

"Can you expand the field?" a younger player asked, eyes wide with equal parts fear and wonder. "Cover the whole course?"

Afton concentrated, pushing more energy through the Core. The golden boundary expanded another twenty feet before she felt resistance—not physical, but metaphysical. Something pushed back against her order, a chaotic force that seemed to delight in the spreading instability. The Core pulsed a warning, and she eased back.

"Not yet," she admitted. "But enough to finish the round. Everyone stay close, play through the stable zones I create."

What followed was perhaps the strangest round in disc golf history. Afton moved from hole to hole like a shepherd guiding her flock, establishing temporary sanctuaries of normalcy in an increasingly surreal landscape. Players adapted with surprising resilience, developing new strategies for the warped conditions. A savvy veteran learned to use the echo-duplicates to scout multiple lines simultaneously. A junior player discovered that putting through a reality ripple added twenty feet of ghostly momentum. 🥏

Arkan provided running commentary, his usual propensity for digression somewhat curtailed by the immediate crisis. "Magnificent adaptation! Though nothing compared to the Crystalline Championships of—ah, but see how Johnson compensates for the temporal drift on his approach shot. The very rules of our ancient game evolve before our eyes!"

As they reached hole eighteen, with the clubhouse in sight, Afton felt the day's accumulated strain. The Synthesis Core had dimmed from brilliant gold to a steady amber glow. She'd held reality together for two hours, but the effort showed. Her throws had lost their usual precision, and twice she'd had to re-stabilize zones that tried to collapse back into chaos.

The final putt of the round belonged to her—a twenty-footer with a slight uphill slope that she'd made a hundred times before. But as she lined up, the basket flickered between three positions: its current location, where it had been in 2019, and where some probability suggested it might be tomorrow. The Core pulsed weakly, almost apologetically. It had given all it could for now. 🎪

Afton took her stance, trusting muscle memory and the fading protection of her bag tag. She pushed the putt with confidence, watching it track toward the centermost basket-possibility. For a moment, all three versions of the target aligned, past and present and future converging into a single point of perfect clarity.

The disc hit chains with a satisfying crash. The sound echoed across the course—not with spectral multiplication, but with the pure, simple ring of metal on metal. A normal sound in an abnormal day. A small victory for order in the face of growing entropy. 🏆

As players gathered in the stabilized parking lot, comparing scorecards that bore mysterious glyph-marks alongside traditional numbers, Afton noticed something troubling. At the far edge of the course, where hole one's tee pad waited for tomorrow's rounds, shadows gathered with unusual density. The darkness writhed with purpose, and within it, echoes of echoes began to dance.

Arkan noticed her gaze and nodded gravely. "The Resonant Rift is merely the beginning," he said, his voice carrying the weight of terrible knowledge. "What we've witnessed today—the birth pangs of a new age. The Synthesis Core has proven itself, but I fear its counterpart stirs as well. Chaos seeks its own champion."

The wind picked up, carrying whispers of tomorrow's challenges. In the dancing shadows, shapes began to form—not quite human, not quite echo, but something altogether more dangerous. Afton clutched the Core tighter, feeling its warmth like a promise. She'd held the line today, kept the game alive when reality itself rebelled.

But as the sun set over the fractured course, painting the sky in impossible shades of spectral fire, one truth became undeniably clear: the league would never be the same. The Arcane Fracture had opened, and with it, a contest far greater than any championship. Order versus chaos. Memory versus oblivion. And at the heart of it all, a simple game of disc golf transformed into a battle for the very nature of reality itself. 🌅

The Harmonic Binders had claimed the first victory, but in the gathering darkness, echo-touched laughter suggested that chaos would soon demand its turn. The Resonant Rift had only just begun to sing its reality-bending song.

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