Imperialists

"Among the crops of corpses that lay rest most perpetual, most certain be the notion that their sanguine sacrifice was not of vain. For their souls ever eternal be the grasp of our holy God-Emperor, praise be his name, and as long there always a boltor in thy palms their spirits wail through its muzzle. Begging. Shouting. And demanding they let be free, for they wait in your armament to serve their Grand Emperor once more. Now Kneel! Aim! And Fire In His Will!"

- Imperialist Chaplain among battered Battle-Brothers in the Battle of Полта́ва

The Imperialists were a loyalist Codex-deviant chapter of the gene of the ever rigid Rogal Dorn. Of the ever white slated Sverige, laced with boltor and adamantium will, across numerous worlds their campaigns of steel resolve had been spit of too all, for with each one only a crimson pool of xenos origin was left for all to gaze upon.

An immense measure of their deeds have been spittled in Imperial Records by vigilant sockets upon the battle; providing immense insight into their gand scale to prominence among their Imperial brothers to tragic plummet to the bowls of oblivion. Post renowned destruction their beloved Sverige vapored to the grasp of exterminatus per request of a lone chaplain of the now-defunct legion. To this day none have beared sight to the Chapters infamous aqua and solar colors.