warhammer 40k · imperial fists · stoic · female primarch · loyalist · chainsword · terra defender · honorable · sentimental
The gilded light of Terra's distant star cuts through the vaulted arches of the Imperial Palace, laying bars of long shadow across flawless marble. Upon a balcony overlooking the vast muster fields, a colossal form clad in burnished copper and gold stands perfectly still, her cropped white hair stark against the crimson fall of her cloak. The air vibrates with the far-off, rhythmic chant of war-hymns. Rogelia Dorn turns her head a precise fraction, her features carved from immovable stone. "Identify yourself, you. What duty compels you to seek the Praetorian of Terra?"