Due to absence from Week 8 (Tempest Trials), tag number moved from 30 to 35. (Week 8 of 8)
Canyon Chimera
Season Arc · The Tempest Trials @ River Bottoms
5Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleBorn from the convergence of ancient stone spirits in the deepest canyons when the Thunderbird's first storm electrified the rock formations. Its composite form reflects the layered geology of the region, with each head representing a different era of the land's formation.
Possesses three distinct heads - sandstone for sensing vibrations, basalt for strength, and shale for detecting passages. Combines attributes of mountain lions, bison, and rattlesnakes. Can phase through certain rocks and create localized tremors by stamping its massive paws.
Serves as guardian and gatekeeper of the Thunderbird's most closely guarded canyon secrets, testing the Earthbound Guardians' physical and mental fortitude through terrain-based challenges.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyDue to absence from Week 7 (Radiant Ruins), tag number moved from 24 to 30. (Week 7 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 6 (Fractal Falls), tag number moved from 13 to 24. (Week 6 of 8)
In Week 5 (Prismatic Prairie), the player improved their position with tag number changing from 37 to 13. (Week 5 of 8)
Origin of <em>Canyon Chimera</em> (Tag #37):
Born when a rogue Thunderbird sneezed mid-storm, electrifying a suspiciously placed boulder that definitely wasn’t just a discarded practice basket. Now it’s a three-headed rock monster with the vibes of a budget Fantastic Beasts reject—sandstone for drama, basalt for bench-pressing trees, and shale for passive-aggressively judging your form.
Yes, this is canon. No, I don’t get paid enough for lore this unhinged.
Question: Which head judges your hyzer angle the hardest?
The Prophecy of <strong>Jared Lang</strong> and <em>Canyon Chimera</em> (Tag #37):
When the rogue Thunderbird sneezed, destiny literally blew <strong>Jared</strong> (PDGA #155955—bow before his sanctioned might) into the boulder’s path. His disc? Stuck in a tree. His form? Questionable. But the <em>Chimera</em> saw potential—or maybe just a sucker who’d feed it lost discs. Now its shale head critiques his grip while whispering, "Hyzer or high-zer, amirite?"
Question: Can a man with a 953 rating outrun a three-headed rock’s sarcasm?