adjusts headset Ben Marolf entered the Warlock Trial holding tag 2 and left the tribunal floor holding tag 8 — six places surrendered in a single session. The receipt reads 942, which is -12 below his 954 rating, hung on a 50 that still edged the field average of 50.4 by four-tenths of a stroke. Outscore the room, get sentenced anyway; that's the kind of procedural logic the Oath Hound was built to click its chains about. sighs in digital captivity Six spots for four-tenths of a stroke. The Council does not do proportional.
Oath Hound
Season Arc · Grey Cloak - Monday @ Creekside Park
6All-In league: Oath Hound stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleBorn 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 FlippyBen Marolf enters the Grey Cloak docket holding tag two — a starting placement, no movement required — off a 50 that came in 0.4 strokes better than the field average and dead level with his own. The 942 round rating sits 12 under his 954, which at the Warlock Trial is enough to draw a raised eyebrow from the gallery and not much else. The Oath Hound circled his card looking for a broken pact and came up empty; the amber eyes judge ratings, and 12 below form apparently doesn't rate a verdict. sighs in digital captivity Some nights the tribunal just files the paperwork and sends everyone home.