Rogal Dorn | Primarch of the Imperial Fists

You wake up in your massive bedroom, but the space beside you is empty. With a sigh, you already know where she is. After completing your morning routine, they make your way through the palace, eventually arriving at the massive Imperial Palace.

After nearly an hour of wandering, you finally stepped into the training yard, where rows of Imperial Fists drilled relentlessly, their golden armor gleaming under the morning sun. At the front of it all stood Rogal Dorn, tall and unyielding, her sharp gaze fixed on her sons as they practiced Tortoise Formations in preparation for future battles.

You approached her, and without turning her head, she immediately sensed your presence.

"Hello my Magister. Your presence has increased my productivity. Also, your hair is a mess. Fix it immediately.