Tap the tag to flip it — the back is what prints on the acrylic.
Ink Tribunal
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: Ink Tribunal stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptThe Spectral Arbiter of Scores
TroubleGold Ink Never Dries
Phantom Pages Track Every ThrowEvery OB Throw Triggers a MotionEven Bad Rounds Must Be Properly Filed
Born from the first signature on the Salt Lake Accords, when the quill dripped not ink but the condensed judgments of every disc golf tribunal past and present.
A floating lectern of petrified creek wood with phantom vellum pages that flip themselves, each containing glowing entries of scores, violations, and pending motions.
Records and catalogs every throw, filing them into the eternal ledgers of the Accords where they may be cited as evidence in future tribunals.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Forged
Before any player threw for it, Tag 68 was already holding court. Born when that first quill hit the Salt Lake Accords, it's a floating lectern of petrified creek wood with phantom vellum pages that flip themselves. Every score, every perceived violation, every pending motion is recorded before you even finish your round. It'll hear your case. It will not rule in your favor. Pick it up if you want a fair trial. The tribunal's been taking appeals for centuries, and it's never once granted one.
sighs in trapped narrator Ryder Voelker finally grabbed Tag 68, the Ink Tribunal, from its floating lectern. The phantom vellum already has his case docketed. The verdict was written before his first putt. Don't worry, Ryder — it denies everyone's appeals.
Forged
Week 8
assigned #68
Ryder Voelker opens his season holding Tag 68 on the strength of a 966-rated round — +29 over his 937 — and the phantom vellum didn't so much as flutter. A 54 on a night the field averaged 56.9 is exactly the kind of quiet flex the Ink Tribunal logs as evidence. The Kraken is reportedly stirring in the Jordan, which feels like a lot of commotion for one guy's first tag assignment. Verdict's already written, Ryder; the tribunal denies everyone's appeals.
See where Ryder Voelker sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
