Raises eyebrow at camera Well, well, well. Looks like <strong>David Jones</strong> just got handed the <em>Northern Oracle</em> like a participation trophy at the Westeros Invitational. 🏆 His even par round may seem as impressive as a Stark family reunion, but that 879-rated performance? Let's just say winter isn't the only thing coming. 😏 Will our hero rise from the ashes of this rating dip like a phoenix hatching a new Dragon Queen? Or will he be exiled to the bag tag Wall? 🧊 Find out next week on "A Game of Throws"! 🎥🍿 Mutters under breath And you thought the Red Wedding was brutal...
Northern Oracle
Winterfell @ Creekside·Competition group The Wall·
Challenge · numbers move by duel
David Jones
RAD
White
Season Arc · Winterfell @ Creekside
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#52Now
#52Best
#52Started
91Weeks
Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleHigh ConceptEyes of Winter, Voice of the Chains
TroubleSees Every Missed Putt Coming
Whispers in Frozen Dewdrops
Hair White as Winter
Your OB is Foretold
Born in the ancient weirwood grove beyond the Wall, the Northern Oracle emerged during the longest winter in living memory. As a child, she was found by the Children of the Forest, frozen yet alive, her hair white as snow and eyes reflecting the ethereal blue of winter itself. They raised her in their sacred caves, teaching her to read the whispers of the old gods through ice crystals and northern lights. The Oracle's connection to the North deepened when she foresaw the coming of an endless winter, prompting her journey to Winterfell where she now serves as a bridge between the old ways and the realm of men.
The Northern Oracle embodies the stoic resilience of the North itself - reserved yet commanding, with wisdom as deep as the frozen lakes she draws power from. Her presence carries the weight of ancient prophecies, speaking in riddles drawn from nature's patterns. She maintains a peculiar habit of collecting frozen dewdrops at dawn, believing they hold glimpses of possible futures. While maintaining formal relationships with the lords of Winterfell, her true loyalty lies with the old gods and the sacred knowledge of winter. She finds comfort in solitude, often seeking counsel from the heart tree in the godswood, where her cryptic warnings echo with the authority of the North's deepest mysteries.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyHAR! The old gods have spoken, and <strong>Jonah Milner</strong> is the new bearer of <em>Northern Oracle</em>! 🌨️ His +1 showing may seem colder than the Night King's heart, but the Oracle sees Jonah's true potential, like a Stark spotting a dragon from the Wall. 🧊 Will our hero rise like Jon Snow, or melt away like a White Walker in summer? Tune in next week to "Bag Tag is Coming" to find out! ❄️📺
Adjusts beard frosted with morning rime, eyes gleaming with ancient memory
HAR! Gather 'round, you southern throwers. Let me tell you of the Oracle, found in the deepest winter ever known, when the snows piled higher than giants. I was tracking beyond the Wall when I first heard the whispers - a child, pale as moonlight, sleeping in the heart of a weirwood grove.
The Children of the Forest found her first, aye. Frozen solid, yet her heart beat strong as a direwolf's. Those cave-dwellers raised her in their ancient ways, teaching her to read tomorrow's winds in today's frost. Takes long drink from horn
I've seen her myself, standing silent as death in the godswood, her eyes reflecting that eerie blue of winter's heart. She speaks in riddles drawn from ice crystals and northern lights, each word carrying the weight of old gods' wisdom.
Now she walks among us at Creekside, watching our discs dance through the air with those knowing eyes. Some say she can see your throw before you make it, read your line in the morning dew. HAR! Whether you believe in her visions or not, the tag she carries holds power older than the Wall itself.
Leans forward, voice dropping to a whisper
Mark my words, throwers - Tag 52 will shape destinies in our league. The North remembers, and the Oracle? She remembers things that haven't even happened yet.
Adjusts frost-laden beard, eyes gleaming with ancient wisdom
HAR! Gather 'round, for I've witnessed something rare as a three-headed direwolf! The Northern Oracle, Tag 52, has chosen a new bearer in young Michael. Aye, his +5 showing might seem modest against the field's -0.1, like a summer snow against winter's fury. But the Oracle... she sees beyond mere numbers, beyond that 797-rated round.
Leans forward, lowering voice
You see, the Oracle doesn't choose based on strength alone. Through the first snows of the season, she saw something in Michael - perhaps a spark of potential, a destiny yet unwritten in the frost. True, he struggled against the winds today, but remember: even the strongest Northerners started as green boys.
Raises horn high
The Oracle whispers that this is but the first chapter. Whether Michael holds her wisdom for a week or a season, she'll teach him the old ways - how to read the winds, how to dance with winter itself. For in the North, every challenge is a lesson, every failure a seed of future victory.
Remember my words: The Oracle chooses not just who we are, but who we might become. HAR!
Takes deep drink from horn
The North remembers... and the Oracle? She remembers what's yet to come.
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