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Expansion 12.1
Knight Colonel Samuel Palmer breathed in the crisp air from atop his horse, before coughing suddenly from a random bit of dust and hunching over in his saddle. He straightened up in his saddle, gently pounding his chest with a fist, and coughed to clear the last bit of it away. He wiped away some tears from the coughing fit and groaned in irritation, before sighing and stating, "Mother Liberty, that was a mood killer. Eh, adjutant, if you would.". A nearby adjutant handed him a canteen and he downed it to finally clear his throat, sighing in relief before handing it back and stating, "Right, let's go.". Artillery pieces, already in place and sighted, roared their hate and flung their shells like the lightning bolts.

Across the line, bugles rang out and Watchmen rose from their cover to charge, mortar shells arcing through the air to scythe through the enemy and the thunder of machine guns cut through the air. Knight Colonel Samuel Palmer watched it all and smiled in glee. He could see, through his trusty binoculars, a Guardsman leading a charge, hoisting the banner of the Second Host high. Palmer lowered his binoculars and smiled at the glory that was to fall upon him.