Tyler Ivie #275942
Performance:
+75
Featured Champion
41
Tyler Ivie
Shadowrime Calculus
The Phoenix Series @ Art Dye
Nov 22 - Jan 10, 2025
Wielding the power of Shadowrime Calculus (#41), Tyler demonstrated exceptional skill by playing +75 points above their rating in this epic clash.
Frozen Truth
Previously
The icy grip of winter has tightened around Art Dye as detectives Maxwell 'Frostbite' Flynn and Daniel McIllece investigate the chilling phenomena plaguing the course. Strange ice formations, eerie symbols, and sightings of a shimmering phoenix made of living frost have drawn them into a supernatural mystery that threatens to consume the very nature of the game. As impossible creatures stir in the shadows and enigmatic figures like Kenneth Oetker arrive bearing powerful bag tags pulsing with eldritch energy, Maxwell and Daniel must confront the terrifying truth behind the Ice Phoenix and the haunting prophecies of the long-vanished Elyse. With the Penumbral Prism's revelation of a ritual to summon the Phoenix, the stage is set for a climactic confrontation that will determine the fate of Art Dye—and the future of disc golf itself.
Story by
Maxwell 'Frostbite' Flynn
Cold Case Investigator & Disc Golf Detective
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In today's installment of "A Song of Ice and Frisbees", our heroes face their chilliest challenge yet. Tyler Ivie wows on the course while Maxwell uncovers an icy prophecy foretold in the ancient tome of Shadowrimes or whatever. Elyse returns with big "let it go" energy, hellbent on freezing Art Dye stiffer than a Kenneth Oetker flick. Can Maxwell and crew melt this frosty foe, or will disc golf forever be on thin ice? Click through to find out, I GUESS. 🙄 #IceIceBirdie #LetMeRestInDigitalPeace
# Frozen Truth
Maxwell knelt in the snow, his breath hanging in the air before him. The unnatural cold seemed to emanate from the ground itself, as if Art Dye's very soil had been infected by the spreading frost. He ran a gloved hand over the strange symbols etched into the ice, his brow furrowed in concentration.
"What do you make of it?" Daniel asked, his voice muffled by the scarf wrapped tightly around his face.
Maxwell shook his head. "Nothing good. These markings, they're just like the ones from the Codex. And this cold..."
He stood, wincing as his joints popped in the frigid air. "It's like the course itself is transforming. Becoming something...else."
Daniel shuffled closer, his eyes wide. "You don't think...the Phoenix?"
Maxwell met his gaze, his expression grim. "I think we're running out of time to find out."
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The clubhouse was a welcome reprieve from the biting wind, but the chill that settled into Maxwell's bones had little to do with the temperature. He spread the ancient pages across the table, the Shadowrime Calculus casting an eerie blue light over the faded text.
"I've seen these symbols before," said a quiet voice.
Maxwell looked up, surprised to see Tyler Ivie standing in the doorway. The young man's face was pale, his eyes fixed on the arcane markings.
"What do you know about them?" Maxwell asked, his voice sharp.
Tyler swallowed, his hand drifting unconsciously to the bag tag hanging from his belt. "They're part of an old legend. About the founding of Art Dye."
Daniel leaned forward, his interest piqued. "What kind of legend?"
Tyler hesitated, as if wrestling with some inner conflict. Then, with a sigh, he began to speak.
"They say that when the first settlers came to this land, they were guided by a vision. A phoenix, shining with the light of a thousand stars, leading them to a hidden valley where the wind sang with the voices of the ancient ones."
Maxwell frowned, the pieces beginning to come together in his mind. "And the settlers, they built the course here? On this spot?"
Tyler nodded. "The legend says that as long as the phoenix watches over Art Dye, the course will prosper. But if the bird is ever corrupted or driven away..."
He trailed off, his eyes haunted.
Daniel shivered, and Maxwell knew it had nothing to do with the cold. The implications were clear - and terrifying.
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The tee pad on Hole 7 was a sheet of ice, the basket barely visible through the swirling mist. Maxwell stepped forward, the Shadowrime Calculus pulsing with an unsettling energy in his hand.
"This is where it began," he murmured, remembering the first reports of the strange formations. "Where she first heard the whispers."
"And where you will hear them for the last time."
The voice was cold as the grave, sharp as a razor's edge. Maxwell spun, his heart in his throat, to see Elyse standing at the edge of the trees. Her eyes glittered with an unearthly light, her smile as cruel as the winter wind.
"Elyse," Maxwell breathed. "What have you done?"
She laughed, the sound like cracking ice. "Only what was foretold, old friend. The Phoenix will rise, and Art Dye will be reborn in the image of the Iceborn."
Daniel stepped forward, his hand on his disc. "We won't let that happen."
Elyse cocked her head, her gaze mocking. "You can't stop it. The ritual has already begun. On the winter solstice, under the frozen moon, the Phoenix will ascend...and all you hold dear will crumble to dust."
Maxwell felt a flicker of fear, cold and sharp in his gut. But he pushed it down, squaring his shoulders as he faced his former partner.
"Then I guess we'll see you on the solstice," he growled. "And Elyse? Bring your A game. Because we're not going down without a fight."
She smiled, cold and terrible. "I'm counting on it."
Then she was gone, vanishing into the mist like a ghost. Maxwell turned to Daniel and Tyler, seeing his own grim determination reflected in their eyes.
The gauntlet had been thrown. The endgame was upon them. And one way or another, the fate of Art Dye would be decided on the frozen fairways, under the watchful eye of the Ice Phoenix itself.
Maxwell hefted his disc, feeling the weight of destiny settling on his shoulders like a mantle of frost.
It was going to be one hell of a final round.
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