"America eats its kings, Benjy. That’s why it’s better to be a wizard. People pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. We stay in power for a long long time."

Name given to the defenders of the gold standard in the 19th century; usually bankers and industrialists. In our game, an umbrella term for all those on one side of TheSecretCivilWar.

The clutch of old Midwestern business executives that meet each week at the Fire Hall Steak House in Chicago for the early bird seniors special do not have a formal name, but they have been meeting there in one form or another for the last hundred years or so. Once, well before LegalTenderCoxey switched sides and joined, they called it the Chicago Whitechapel Club. Later, they were the Auriga Society. Now most outsiders think they’re just a bunch of senile old Shriners, and Coxey and Co. are happy to let the world believe that. But, in their own minds at least, they are the heirs of the great plutomantic wizards of the nineteenth century. They are servants of the sun, of solar-ka, of the masculine principle, of order, industry, and authority. They made Chicago into the White City in 1893. They captured the spark of the fire-ka and gave form to — "incorporated," Coxey says in hushed tones, describing an arcane ritual — TheNephilim: the railroads, the steel mills, the great slaughterhouses, the industrial trusts. They consider themselves the secret masters of the country and America’s only hope against the chaos and degeneracy of the Silverites.

The Pinkertons are the preferred thugs of the Goldbugs.