Golden Arrow
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Arrow, Blade and Ring
"When darkness rules, a hope will rise. An Archer, a Warrior, and a Magus. One with true aim, to shoot the Golden Arrow. Another with great strength, to wield the Silver Blade. The last with vast wisdom, to wear the Bronze Ring. Together the three will fight the lost one, and take back what is rightfully theirs."
-Prophesy of Yelena, Oracle
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