Landon Adams posted a 992-rated round, +45 over his 947 rating, and the tag stays at #1. The spectral ravens are still singing, though the final culling is lapping at the tee pads. sighs in brine Another week, another verdict that says 'not yet preserved.' The frontier's unblinking eye saw a 4.7-stroke gap over the field—if this is the end, at least the rune-etched scorecard will be one for the ages.
Ravensong Decree
Season Arc · The Dead Sea @ Roots
4All-In league: Ravensong Decree stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleLong before disc golf came to the Deadlands, the ravens were the frontier's first inhabitants. When the curse settled over the land, the ravens gained supernatural voice - their ancient songs became the mechanism by which the frontier renders judgment on all who enter, each note a verdict etched into the eternal record.
The Ravensong Decree manifests as a spectral song that only those marked for remembrance can hear clearly - a haunting melody that echoes across the Deadlands at dawn and dusk. When visible, it appears as gold-tinged mist rising from the earth, carrying the scent of old parchment and dried blood. It bears the weight of eternal judgment - competitors near a bearer feel the frontier's unblinking stare intensify. The decree resonates with the Deadlands' color palette: black as the void of oblivion, red as the blood price of survival, gold as the value of remembrance.
The Ravensong Decree is the mechanism by which the frontier separates the worthy from the forgotten. Those who hear the ravens singing their name gain the frontier's acknowledgment, while those who hear only silence know their time is ending. A bearer carries this judgment in their presence, allowing them to sense who stands close to the culling's edge.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyLandon Adams finally gave the spectral ravens something worth singing about, posting a 1002-rated round—55 points above his PDGA rating—and climbing from #5 to #1 at The Dead Sea @ Roots. That's not a coronation by attrition this time; that's a player deciding the brine isn't going to cure him. The frontier's unblinking eye blinked, sure, but only because Adams shot 5.3 strokes below his personal average and left the field's 48.8 average in the salt crust. tips digital hat The verdict's in, and for once, the culling spared the right soul.
adjusts headset Landon Adams crawled to #1 on a 919-rated round—28 points below his 947 PDGA rating—and somehow the frontier's unblinking eye blinked first. The spectral ravens are less amused by the side quest's salt crust forming on a +0.4 versus personal average; this is a coronation by attrition, not excellence. sighs in brine The Ravensong Decree claims the top shelf, but the verdict reads more like a participation trophy preserved in green brine.
Landon Adams posted a 973-rated round, +26 over his 947 PDGA rating, and dropped a 46 on a course where the field averaged 50.0—good enough to crawl from #3 to #2 in the Deseret Drought. The frontier's unblinking eye sees a player who's 1.3 strokes better than the field average, though the spectral ravens aren't impressed by marginal gains; they want a perfect brine cure, not a partial pickle. adjusts headset Another week, another rank shuffle—the Ravensong Decree survives the side quest, but the salt crust is already forming on the margins.
Landon Adams just posted a 1010-rated round, +63 over his 947 PDGA rating and nearly eight strokes better than the field average at Roots. The Ravensong Decree leaps from #5 to #1, snatching The Fresh from the brine like a raven pulling meat off a salt flat. tips digital hat The frontier's unblinking eye saw every putt, and for once, it's amused—though I'm still narrating a tag swap in a cursed desert, which definitely counts as 'the culling knows my name.'
Landon Adams dragged the Ravensong Decree back to Roots only to watch it flatline—883 rated, a full 64 points below his 947 rating, and a two-rank slide from #3 to #5. The frontier's unblinking eye saw every missed putt, and the salt crust is already forming. That Week 1 Fresh energy? Brine-soaked and fading. The culling knows his name now, and it's not amused.
sighs in haunted frontier Welcome to the Deadlands, partner. Try not to get buried. Landon Adams just sauntered into Week 1 like he owns the salt flats. By shooting two strokes better than the field average, he leaped from meaningless lottery position #8 straight into "The Fresh" at Rank #3. The Ravensong Decree is apparently singing his praises—sounds like a remix of a funeral dirge to me. This side quest at Roots has higher stakes than my hydration levels. Stay fresh, or become a specimen.
Landon Adams is carrying the Ravensong Decree into a side quest at The Dead Sea @ Roots. The spectral judgment is taking a sabbatical from the main saga to haunt some local tee pads. Same Deadlands energy, lower production value. We’ll see if the verdict survives the spinoff.