Imperial Fists

The walls of Terra — sons of Rogal Dorn

Homeworld

The Phalanx (mobile fortress-monastery)

Primarch

Rogal Dorn

Motto

“Primarch-Progenitor, to your glory and the glory of him on Earth”

Colours

Yellow and black

Rogal Dorn raised the Imperial Fists to be the Emperor's praetorians, and his sons remain the truest siegecraft of the Adeptus Astartes. When the Warmaster's host fell upon Terra, it was Dorn who broke the line and Dorn who held it. Ten thousand years later that vow still stands: the Imperial Fists wall themselves in pain, in oath, and in iron — the Pain Glove, the Solar Watch, the Phalanx itself drifting between stars like a fortress made of bone-yellow ceramite. To call yourself a Fist is to accept that every breach must be plugged, every gate must hold, every duty discharged though the bones of the Chapter shatter. Pilgrim — if you would shoulder that weight, speak your oath below.