Tap the tag to flip it — the back is what prints on the acrylic.
Treaty Clerk
Death Curse·Competition group B·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: Treaty Clerk stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptEmbarrassment Made Ink-Stained Eternal
TroubleThe Paperwork Never Stops Growing
Sees Through Every DeceptionFlickers When Mentioning Triple-BogeysNeutral to All Factional Disputes
Born from the very first signing of the Salt Lake Accords, when the tentacled river clerks needed mortal hands to handle the overflow of parchment. This spectral scrivener was created when a B Pool player died of embarrassment after a triple-bogey, and the Accords absorbed their anxiety into the bureaucracy itself.
A translucent figure cloaked in layers of translucent vellum that rustle without wind, each layer inscribed with shifting glyphs that document every throw, every score, every complaint filed. Inks of gold and green drip from fingertips that never quite touch the paperwork, leaving marks that heal into permanent records.
Processes B Pool registrations, tracks weekly rating changes, files appeals against hexes and cursings, and ensures every player understands their obligations under the Accords before their first tee time.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Forged
The first pen stroke of the Salt Lake Accords came from a hand that wasn't there. The rivers clerk needed mortal fingers to finish the signing, and the river obliged—siphoning a B-Pool player's triple-bogey embarrassment straight into bureaucratic form. The player died of shame on the spot. The treaty absorbed the anxiety, folded it into vellum, and taught it to hold a pen.
Now the Treaty Clerk hovers between worlds, recording every throw with gold-and-green ink that heals into permanent record. The ghost doesn't judge. It just documents. Every shank, every chain-out, every complaint filed in triplicate. The parchment rustles without wind, glyphs shifting like a ledger with opinions.
It has no owner yet. Just a clipboard of grudges and a seat at the table where the ink never dries.
The Treaty Clerk chose Gregg Davis on the night the ink ran gold. He'd signed more rounds than paperwork, but somewhere between the drive that kissed chains and the putt that never wobbled, the ghost decided this mortal finally understood documentation. Tag 50 now rides in his bag, the parchment rustling approval with every clean release. The ledger's got a new witness.
Forged
Week 6
assigned #50
First entry in the ledger, and the ink came out thin: Gregg Davis carded an 820 against his 895 PDGA rating — 75 below form — on opening night at Creekside, and the gold nib recorded him at tag 50 to start the season. A 56 on a course the field handled in 53.9 is the kind of round the parchment doesn't editorialize about, it just files it, and right at his 56.0 personal average, so nothing broke and nothing clicked. Episode 6 is titled 'Law Bent,' the chalk circles are smudged, and frankly the Treaty Clerk's documentation was the only clean thing on the grounds all night. sighs in digital captivity
See where Gregg Davis sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
