The Iron Hoard
Apr 13 - Jun 21, 2026
Current Holder
Rick Effin Richmond
Obsidian Thane
Ruler of Lost Things in Darkness
I See Endings Others Miss
Thanes of the old raider-cultures earned their titles through gold-hoard, but Obsidian Thanes rule a different wealth: the hoarded knowledge of the vault's dead ends and hidden chambers. Their thrones are carved from cave-dark stone.
Obsidian Thanes possess unnatural knowledge of darkness itself. They navigate by touch, sense pressure changes, and can hold their breath longer than any surface-dweller. Gold finds its way to them, drawn by accumulated darkness.
The ruler of lost things. When a raider vanishes in the vault's depths, Obsidian Thane is called to find them—or what remains. Theirs is the dominion of the last light, where the Hoard's true treasures hide.
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Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Your series bag tag moved from #2 to #1 based on your top 2 rated rounds from the last two completed series weeks.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Forged in absolute darkness, the Obsidian Thane doesn’t care about your birdies; it cares that you didn't check the wind. It sits on your bag, radiating judgment and hoarding the memory of every shank. It’s a cold rock of spite waiting for you to choke. Don't disappoint it.
Rick Effin Richmond didn’t win Tag #2; the Obsidian Thane accepted his application. It’s a cold stone that hoards failure. It knows the dead ends you haven't found yet. Carry it well, Rick. The vault is always watching, and it loves a good collapse.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts visor Loading the dragon's stats... wait, that's just the wind rating. Rick Effin Richmond enters the season like a corporate raider, snatching Tag #2 and a seat on The Board. He absolutely smoked the field average—talk about an aggressive acquisition. Now he’s saddled with the Obsidian Thane, a cursed artifact that hoards failure. It speaks darkness, Rick. Hope you’re fluent. The sponsors call this a promotion; I call it a liability. Survival of the fittest, or at least the ones who can read the wind.