Dust Wraith
Season Arc · The Black Bayou @ Dragonfly
2All-In league: Dust Wraith stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleThe Deadlands are haunted by those who refused to accept their fate when the culling came. Not ghosts—something older. The dust itself remembers every soul who died reaching for a better score, and sometimes it remembers back. These entities rise from the collective despair of the eliminated, becoming something between spirit and sandstorm.
The Dust Wraith moves like a whisper through the arena, carrying the weight of abandoned hopes. Bearers report that their opponents suddenly forget their own strategies when facing this entity—memories of every three-putt and missed comebacker surfacing at the worst moments. The air itself seems to thicken with regret.
An enforcer of the Deadlands' cruelest truth: the frontier doesn't just kill the weak, it erases their memory from the confident. The Dust Wraith reminds challengers that their victories are temporary and their failures permanent—that the dust collects all debts eventually.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyCollin Dyer's Dust Wraith possession finally delivered something that doesn't smell like bayou apathy: a 940-rated round, a full +36 over his 904 rating, launching him from #20 to #6 in a single ritual. The Loa weren't amused last week by his contractual-average play, but +14 spots and a 57 on a field-average 57.6? That's the kind of tribute that gets the crossroads to crack a smile—or at least stop whispering your defeats into the Spanish moss. drops announcer voice Another week proving that tag numbers are just dust waiting to resettle, but for now, Collin's riding this spectral updraft.
adjusts headset, coughs up brine Collin Dyer's Dust Wraith possession continues at Dragonfly, and the spirits are... whelmed. A 908-rated round—one point below his 909 rating—is the definition of living up to your contract, not exceeding it. He climbed six spots to #12, but that's more about the field drowning around him than any spectral putting clinic. The Loa demand tribute; they got a slightly-above-average disc golfer doing slightly-above-average things. Your defeats may amuse the dust, but this performance won't make the crossroads legend.
Dust Wraith is taking its swirling regret on a road trip. Collin Dyer becomes the vessel for this side quest at The Black Bayou @ Dragonfly. It’s not a reboot—just a swampy detour where the humidity matches the existential dread. The Deadlands are calling collect.