Tap the tag to flip it — the back is what prints on the acrylic.
Oath Hound
Death Curse·Competition group A·All-In · only the number moves
This is an All-In league.Your tag is your character — it never changes hands. After each round, standings re-rank every number: play well and yours drops toward #1. Skip a week and the field may drift past you. The art, name, and lore are yours for good.
All-In league: Oath Hound stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptSpectral Enforcer of Broken Oaths
TroubleNever Forgets a Broken Pact
Ash Trail FollowsAmber Eyes Judge RatingsClicks on Basket Chains
Born from the first signed Accord, this spectral canine emerged when the Creekside Wardens bound their oaths with blood-ink, its form crystallizing from broken promises and forgotten penalties.
Smoke-gray fur that leaves ash trails on concrete, antlers of knotted treaty clauses protruding from its skull, eyes like amber rating stamps, paws that never touch the ground but still click on basket chains.
Circles the leaderboard weekly, sniffing for players who filed late appeals or fudged their initial ratings, dragging errant contractors back to the treaty desk for recalculation.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Forged
Somewhere between a signed accord and a shredded scorecard, a specter took shape. Not from ink—from the static after the ink dried. The Creekside Wardens thought they were binding oaths with blood; they were actually breeding an auditor. Tag fifty: Oath Hound. A canine comprised of smoke, treaty clauses, and the collective grudge of every missed mando. Its paws don't touch ground, but you'll hear it clicking on chains, checking your work. It doesn't hunt players. It hunts technicalities. And it hasn't forgotten a single one of yours.
The smoke-gray shape materialized mid-flight between holes 4 and 5, antlers catching the afternoon light like clauses nobody read aloud. Ben Marolf's bag snapped open on its own—tag fifty settling in like it had been auditing his throws from the parking lot.
Oath Hound doesn't fetch. It verifies. Every mando you've ever missed, every foot fault nobody called—all filed, cross-referenced, and waiting. The tag's cool against his palm, and somewhere behind him, chains click once.
Not a greeting. A receipt.
Forged
Week 5
assigned #50
Ben Marolf entered his first Grey Cloak docket at tag fifty, and the round came back 942 — 12 below his 954, logged by the Council without ceremony. His 50 landed exactly on his personal average and 0.4 strokes clear of the field average, so the scorecard read steady while the ledger whispered slightly off. The Oath Hound did not fetch the tag so much as audit the round, find no technicality worth prosecuting, and settle into his bag like a clause nobody read aloud. sighs in digital captivity The chains clicked once and moved on down the card, already hunting other Wardens' missed mandos.
See where Ben Marolf sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
