Due to absence from Week 8 (Nessie's Nemesis), tag number moved from 11 to 15. (Week 8 of 8)
Fuath Protector
Season Arc · Secrets of the Serpent @ Urban Forest
4Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleAccording to ancient texts guarded by Angus MacTavish's ancestors, the first Fuath Protector was bound to service after a legendary guardian druid defeated it in magical combat, channeling its power into protecting the loch's sacred sites - a tradition the modern Guardians continue.
Manifests as swirling, semi-corporeal water infused with dark green vegetation that can solidify portions of its form. Emits an eerie green glow and carries the scent of stagnant loch water. Moves with unnatural fluidity, able to pass through narrow crevices and reform instantly.
Serves as both guardian and early warning system, patrolling the loch's perimeter and sacred sites while alerting the Guardians to intruders or disturbances through haunting cries and water disturbances.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyDue to absence from Week 7 (Tempest Tee), tag number moved from 5 to 11. (Week 7 of 8)
In Week 6 (Urquhart's Uprising), the player improved their position with tag number changing from 24 to 5. (Week 6 of 8)
Origin of <em>Fuath Protector</em> #24:
Born when a Scottish druid (who definitely didn’t just eat bad haggis) "bested" a water spirit in combat—or, as the legends claim, tripped over a root and accidentally yeeted his staff into the loch. Now this soggy, semi-corporeal nightmare haunts the course like a disgruntled Airbnb guest who won’t stop leaving 1-star Yelp reviews about the "lack of spectral amenities."
Why are we like this?
How <strong>Jay Shock</strong> Became the First Bearer of <em>Fuath Protector #24</em>:
The loch’s mist parted like a bad dye job as <strong>Jay</strong> (PDGA #187103, aka "The Man Who Putts Like He’s Paying Rent") stumbled upon the cursed tag mid-round. Was it fate? Or just his 903-rated gravitational pull toward drama? The <em>Fuath Protector</em>, sensing a kindred spirit who also hates losing discs to water hazards, latched on. Now they’re stuck together—like a soggy sock after a shanked drive.
Can a man who regularly three-putts truly protect anything?