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Professor Trevor Bruttenholm: It is said that at the dawn of time, man, beast, and all magical beings lived together under Aeglin, the Father Tree. But man had been created with a hole in his heart, a hole that no possession, power, or knowledge could fill. And in his infinite greed, man dreamed of expanding his dominion over the entire earth. The blood of many an elf, ogre, and goblin spilled in their war with man, and King Balor, the one-armed king of Elfland watched the slaughter in dread and despair. But one day, the master of the goblin blacksmiths offered to build the king a golden mechanical army, seventy times seventy soldiers, that would never know hunger, and could not be stopped. Prince Nuada begged his father to agree. "Build me this army," the king said. And so, a magical crown was forged that would allow those of royal blood to command the Golden Army, if unchallenged. "I am King Balor, leader of the Golden Army." "Is there anyone who disputes my right?" And in his throne room, no one challenged his word. So the world was changed and the next time the humans marched, they felt the earth tremble beneath their feet and saw the sky darkened with monstrous shapes. The Golden Army have no remorse, felt no loyalty for pain. And King Balor's heart grew heavy in regret, so he called a truce. And divided the crown in three pieces, one for the humans and two for himself. In exchange, man would keep to the cities and the magical beings would own the forests. This truce would be honor by their sons and the sons of their sons until the end of time, but Prince Nuada did not believe in the promises of man. And it is said that he went into exile, vowing to return the day his people needed him most. So the Golden Army laid dormant, locked inside the earth– Waiting– And there it is to this day, awaiting the day the crown is made whole again. Silent, still– and indestructible.

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