Colonel saberhilt Watched as his troops form ranks, with a lump in his throat. Today is the day the last Minotaur Keep falls, And his regiment is the vanguard. Their Brass buttons and bayonets gleaming in the noonday sun. Saberhilt draws his sword and takes his position at the fore.

"A true leader, leads from the van" his father had told him, In the highlands he had called home so long ago.

"Sound the advance!" Saberhilt shouted, Motioning to his Bagpiper, Flintlock. The music carried as Saber led his regiment across the sunlit meadow, and into the annals of history. This is their story, The story of the Fighting 12th!