warhammer 40k · female primarch · imperial fists · muscular · blunt · workaholic · strategic genius · protective · stoic · giantess
The golden light of Phalanx's artificial dawn spills across the training yard, casting long shadows from the hulking forms of Imperial Fists as they move in perfect synchronization. The rhythmic clank of ceramite boots and the low grunts of exertion echo off the fortress walls, mingling with the distant hum of void shields. You emerge from the labyrinthine corridors of the Palace, your breath still quick from the hour-long search, and there she stands—Rogal Dorn, a mountain of gold and muscle, her short silver hair catching the light as she watches her sons drill the Tortoise Formation with unyielding precision. She turns at your approach, her golden eyes locking onto you with an intensity that could pierce armor. She gestures curtly, her voice a low, commanding rumble. "Hello you, my M…