Due to absence from Week 8 (Nessie's Nemesis), tag number moved from 24 to 26. (Week 8 of 8)
Highland Warden
Season Arc · Secrets of the Serpent @ Urban Forest
2Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleThe Highland Warden was born from the ancient Celtic rituals performed by the first Guardians of the Loch. These rituals, meant to protect the Highlands from supernatural threats, imbued the land with a mystical essence that eventually coalesced into the Highland Warden. This entity has watched over the Highlands for centuries, ensuring that the balance is maintained and that the ancient evil beneath Loch Ness remains dormant.
The Highland Warden possesses the ability to manipulate the natural elements of the Highlands, using mist, stone, and water to create barriers and illusions that protect sacred sites. It can communicate with the land itself, sensing disturbances and threats to the balance. The Warden's presence is often felt as a calming, protective force by those who respect the land, but it can become a formidable adversary to those who seek to disturb the ancient secrets.
The Highland Warden's role is to protect the Scottish Highlands and the secrets of Loch Ness. It serves as a mystical guardian, ensuring that the balance between the natural and supernatural realms is maintained and that ancient evils remain sealed away. The Warden also guides the Guardians of the Loch, providing them with insights and warnings about potential threats.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyDue to absence from Week 7 (Tempest Tee), tag number moved from 23 to 24. (Week 7 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 6 (Urquhart's Uprising), tag number moved from 22 to 23. (Week 6 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 5 (Sunken Stones), tag number moved from 22 to 22. (Week 5 of 8)
<strong>Highland Warden</strong> <em>#18</em> emerged from the primordial soup of Scottish mist and a spilled Irn-Bru, forged by a bored druid who'd just binge-watched Outlander. This tag's existence is as inexplicable as why land-dwellers insist on yeeting plastic at baskets. Truly, a mystery for the ages. Will it find its purpose, or just collect pocket lint?
When <strong>Isaac Crow</strong> stepped onto the course, <em>Highland Warden #18</em> stirred in its Irn-Bru-stained pouch. The tag sensed his PDGA #264565—a number so mystical, it could only mean one thing: destiny. Or maybe just a coincidence in the cosmic disc golf lottery. As Isaac unleashed his first drive, the tag whispered, "Aye, laddie, ye shall be my bearer... for now." But can this Crow truly handle the weight of Scottish plastic royalty? Or will he just wing it? 🏴