IMPERIAL FISTS: NO RETREAT, NO SURRENDER | Warhammer 40k Lore 

Fun fact: during the fall of Cadia, Imperial Fists used the Phalanx to evacuate tens of thousands of Cadians from the planet, and they allowed them to live there and man the station, so now there's a good chance there are some Cadian Imperial Fists marines

If you have an imperial fist with a power fist who then punches, you can say that you have an imperial fist with an imperial fist giving the enemy an imperial fisting.

My best Sigsmand quote: Abbadon: "Sigsmand, you should join us. Don't you see we were lied to, that we..." Sigsmand: "Ezekiel, you keep talking, does it look like I'm listening?"

The fist that they use in the symbol is that of the left hand. Which is strange when you consider most things are done with the right hand, salute, shaking hands, right hand man, etc. The only part of Dorn found was his left hand.

*Bricky:* _"Have we decided...we have Louisiana Imperial Fists?"_ *Rogal Dorn:* _"NO."_

Imperial Fist Chapter Master: You see that fleet helmsman? Helmsman: Yes I do sire. Chapter Master: Well I don't want to. Helmsman: Understood Chapter Master.(pulls blinds) The fleet is now out of your view sire.

"Yes." -Rogal Dorn, Primarch of the VII Legion Astartes, Lord of the Imperial Fists Space Marine chapter, The Vigilant, Praetorian of Terra, Unyielding one, Defiance, Lord Adornable, Dadorable, Rog-ass, Rouge-gurrrl. Rogallydon-don.

Sigismund was THE BEST untainted space marine, everyone in universe agreed. During the siege of terra when the walls fell and the loyalist were falling back into the sanctum the final bastion, Dorn unleashed Sigismund and the templars to strike back one last time. Sigismund went head hunting for every chaos lord, captain, and all the champions of chaos came running for a proper challenge. He killed them all including kharn the loyal. He’s fucking awesome

I actually have the excerpt that Bricky was talking about in the beginning, its so much more dope reading it: Madius beheld it all. Propped up against a broken pillar, he watched his Praetorian’s wrath unleashed. ‘Your pretty wall is broken, Rogal!’ Fulgrim declared. He lashed his blade into Dorn’s shield, and drew splinters. ‘Your famous fortress is undone! It-‘ Dorn’s blow knocked the next words out of his mouth. Fulgrim stumbled. Dorn’s greatsword tore into his ribs. Fulgrim struck back, but found only shield again. ‘You are a man in a broken tower!’ Fulgrim taunted, and spat out blood. ‘You stand so proud, and so defiant, ignoring the fact the tower is falling around you! It will-‘ Another blow. Fulgrim staggered away, then spun, head lowered, hair billowing, keeping his distance. Dorn lunged anyway, driving his shield into body and face. Fulgrim threw him off, and leapt aside. ‘So silent, Rogal,’ he crooned. ‘No words of denial? No pleading for me to change my foolish ways and come back to you? You can tell me it’s not too late. You can promise me sweet forgiveness-‘ Dorn blocked into him, broke his guard with his shield, buried his blade in Fulgrim’s shoulder meat, then body-smashed him across the platform. ‘Deeds are my words,’ Dorn said. Fulgrim nodded, and spat blood again. *‘*Always,’ he agreed, licking blood off his teeth. ‘You were never the wit. Never one for fine conversation. Just hard at work and-‘ Dorn broke his guard again with another lunge, carving a chunk of plate from Fulgrim’s flank. Fulgrim surged, and hammered out nine rapid blows, each one a master kill-stroke. Dorn blocked each one. Their blades flew, ringing against each other, drawing sparks. Fulgrim danced backwards. Dorn advanced. Fulgrim wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and smeared blood across his cheek. ‘Are you really not going to try and convince me,’ asked Fulgrim, ‘that I have made a mistake? Talk me back into the fold, where I can make amends?’ Dorn surged, and threw two rapid blows that Fulgrim only blocked with effort. ‘No,’ said Dorn. He struck again, a low slice that Fulgrim parried, then a high back-cut that tore through Fulgrim’s gorget, and scattered broken rings of golden mail. ‘I’m just going to kill you,’ said Dorn. The Phoenician growled, and charged two steps. Dorn met his first slash with his shield, and countered his second with his blade. A third, he parried; a fourth, he turned aside in a squealing slide of steel that threw off sparks. Fulgrim backed off, arms spread, circling. ‘Are you, now?’ Fulgrim said. ‘How bold. How empty. Look around.’ Dorn’s glare remained fixed on Fulgrim. He feinted a step, a bait Fulgrim took, then rammed the Phoenician with his shield, and hammered two blows into his ribs with his pommel before they broke contact again. ‘I said look around!’ Fulgrim snapped. Blood was streaming from his wounds, rolling down his gashed armour. Some had got in his hair. He tossed his sword from hand to hand, then seized the grip with both, and hacked down at Dorn. Dorn blocked with a raised shield, turned out, and raked his blade deep across Fulgrim’s chest. Fulgrim stumbled clear. ‘Look around! Look around!’ Fulgrim screeched. ‘See what’s happening, Rogal dolt!** Your tower is tumbling down! No more running to daddy crying, “Look! Look what I’ve built!” It took you years to make this, and in one night, I roll down upon you, crack your shield and build a foothold-‘ Dorn stamped at him, and they traded four swift blows that chimed like bells. ‘Look?’ said Dorn. His gaze did not shift from Fulgrim’s face. ‘I don’t have to. I see it all.’ ‘All what?’ snarled Fulgrim. He swung. Dorn turned the blade aside. ‘I see your siege machines burning at the foot of the wall,’ said Dorn ‘I see your sonic weapons silenced. I see your host, foolishly committed in its entirety, pouring into a run of wall that can be held by a force a tenth that size.’ Their blades flashed and rang again. Dorn lost a chunk of shield. Fulgrim took a laceration to the shoulder. ‘And is held by a force a tenth that size,’ said Dorn calmly. ‘Imperial Fists, now bolstered by the two hundred Legiones Astartes veterans I brought with me. Two hundred veterans who are skilled in every doctrine of war. Who have rallied this garrison and this wall stretch, and are now slaughtering the vanguard you so wantonly committed. They thank you for giving them such a wealth of bodies to reap. You have no foothold.’ ‘I have!’ Fulgrim roared. He smashed his blade at Dorn, a series of furious strokes. Dorn parried them away. Only one got through, and gouged his shoulder guard. ‘No,’ said Dorn, as they circled again. ‘You’re a fine fighter, but a poor strategist. You committed everything against a gap that could be held. You’ve burned the cream of your host for nothing. Made them cannon fodder. Nine thousand dead and counting. I know, Fulgrim. I know everything.’ ‘You know nothing!’ Fulgrim cried. He railed in, and his gleaming blade sliced the flesh above Dorn’s right eye. Dorn caved his ribs with the edge of his shield, punched him in the face with his sword’s guard and kicked him backwards. ‘You’ve let yourself be used as a distraction,’ said Dorn, keeping his gaze on his adversary, ignoring the blood pouring down his face. ‘You’ve let your host be decimated. For nothing. The Saturnine ruse - I know about that too - has failed. Perturabo played his move, and lost his piece. You’re just a pawn. Was it the Lord of Iron who fooled you into this? Lupercal? Abaddon? You must have been willing. Were you getting bored with it? The spear-tip is broken. You’re holding a gate for no one. You’re just an idiot standing on a wall.’ Fulgrim’s eyes widened very slightly. ‘It failed?’ he whispered. Dorn lunged. Fulgrim leapt back. Dorn sliced, and Fulgrim capered clear. ‘I’m not trapped here’ said Dorn. ‘I’m not under siege today. You are. And that’s why I’m going to kill you.’ The Praetorian swung. Fulgrim parried. Dorn followed in, and the greatsword tore Fulgrim’s cheek open. The Phoenician stabbed frantically, splitting armour, and lacerating Dorn’s side. Dorn struck out, and severed Fulgrim’s left wrist so the hand was left hanging by a shred of flesh. Dorn drove the entire length of his blade through Fulgrim’s belly. They stood for a moment as though embracing, the length of Dorn’s sword spearing out from Fulgrim’s spine, steam rising from the blade. Fulgrim rested his bloody cheek on Dorn’s shoulder, and sighed. Dorn ripped the sword out, and stepped clear. ‘Well,’ whispered Fulgrim, blood spattering out of his mouth. ‘What a mess.’ He straightened up, gore running from his torn face and broken plate. ‘It really failed, then? The Mournival plan?’ he asked. ‘It did. They are all dead.’ ‘Oh.’ Fulgrim smiled as much as his butchered face would allow. Teeth were visible through the slash in his cheek. ‘You do fine work,’ he said. ‘I wanted a scalp,’ said Dorn. ‘I wanted his head. Lupercal. But you came instead. A Traitor primarch. I’ll make do with you.’ ‘All these things you know,’ said Fulgrim. ‘So very able and informed. But there are things you don’t.’ ‘Name one,’ said Dorn. ‘One,’ said Fulgrim. ‘I can’t die.’ He stared at Dorn. His wounds closed, the skin re-knitting without a scar. His dangling hand re-fused. His armour fixed itself and regained its lustre. His blood dried up, and blew away as dust. ‘Two,’ he said. ‘I am sick of all of this. All of it. The others can find a way to grind you down and bring your fortress low. I cannot die, but I feel the pain, and I won’t take any more of it.’ He sheathed his blade. His form began to grow, stretching its dimensions with an unearthly inner light. His legs fused like flowing wax, and he became, from the waist down, a gigantic serpent. The thick loops of his snaking lower body coiled out across the stonework, scales gleaming like mother-of-pearl. He rose up, his lammia-form towering over the Praetorian. There were scales around his eyes and cheek, and his tongue was forked. Dorn stared back up. He did not take a step backwards, but his eyes narrowed and his grip on his sword tightened. There were no words for the impossibility of what he was seeing with his own eyes. ‘Three,’ Fulgrim said, no longer smiling. ‘I hope our father burns when the time comes. I hope Lupercal turns Him into a screaming corpse. But you won’t see that, Rogal. You’re the one who dies here.’

*Bricky:* _"They (Black Templars) are arguably the most evil of the loyalist Space Marine Chapters."_ __

Ultramarines maybe able to claim the most successor chapters, but it can be argued that Imperial Fists have the most significant. Black Templars and Crimson Fists most famously, and both deserve their own episode. Pedro Kantor's actions can make a grown man weep.

Rogal's home planet is Inwit, Inwit is or was a frozen hellscape, and the Imperial Fists favorite form of art is Scrimschawing. The Inuit live in a frozen hellscape and most if not all their art is scrimshawed onto walrus and seal bones. Did no one else catch this?

in the same fashion Blood Angels feel the final moments of anger and fury of their Primarch, Dorn's Darkness gives them that feeling of complete and utter horror at seeing a broken and dying Emperor, and a slain Brother. An unequal misery and pain so great and a fear so tremendous they just cannot process it. Anyone who is afflicted basically looks like a stroke victim- they won't even be able to feed themselves. If a member of the Excoriators chapter falls victim, they are put into their stasis crypt to be taken back to their homeworld of Eschara. The aim of these is to create a spiritual darkness of his own within the stasis crypt. In this state they look upon their failings and weakness in hopes they can be spiritually renewed, banish the darkness and be renewed. As it stands it is not known if any other chapter suffers from this Bonus lore I think I've gotten accurate but correct if wrong; The Imperial fists during the war of the beast were wiped out but their sucessor chapters donated gene seed to rebuild them

The dueling scar ceremony is extremely similar to mensur fencing in 19th and 20th century German fraternities where the goal was to stoically endure a face wound in the presence of your brothers.

The exchange between Dorn and Fulgrim in Saturnine is amazing. Dorn beats Fulgrim physically and verbally.

If I remember right, the phalanx was found by rogal as it was orbiting around Inwit or another close planet, it origins were unknown(could be possibly xenos or from the dark age of technology) however the way it looked at first resembles nothing as it does now, rogal retrofitted it to make it look more imperium and so he could use it as he and the mechanicus had no clue how to use the phalanxes original ship, so rogal and his legion added many standered imperium weapons and insignia e.g large canons, cathedral's and plenty of gold

As a Cajun and a imperial fist fan this episode was extremely painful Rogal would be proud

Dk needs to recheck how a Space Marine is made. They never have anesthesia.

Bricky: * calls Black Templars the most evil loyalist chapter * Marines Malevolent: “Are we a joke to you?”

Dorns darkness happens at random. Current chapter master of excoreators was afflicted with it in the midst of battle. It caused his predecessor and almost all of the 1st company die (He was champion bodyguard of the chapter master). He was paralized so badly, that only an electryc shock in the neck nerves helped.

They NEED a sigismund episode to talk about the new lore surrounding him. Like how a young sigismund was originally going to be put in the night lords legion instead during the great crusade and how he stood his ground in a staring contest with a salty leman russ after beating a space wolf champion in a duel. What a chad

The Raven Guard gonna be guarding The World Eaters gonna be eating The Imperial Fists don't like this game

Knock on the door. Imperial Fists: "Do you want to build snowfort?"

"Black Templars are the most evil loyalist chapter." Bricky the Marines Malevolent called. Also fun fact about the modern fist is the legion went extinct during the War of the Beast but were revived by their successors geneseed donations. Oh and after that first captain came back he was surprised that Dante was still Chapter Master

DK shocked that he's actually good at hosting is cute, considering he works in broadcasting

Man. As a cajun, I hate that we are now Imperial Fists. And I just had a crawfish boil for Easter.

Someone needs to make a fanfic where an Imperial Fist is captured by a Night Lord or drukhari, and the captor gets increasingly frustrated as the Fist just is like "oh yeah that's the stuff."

I don't care how long it takes, Sigismund definitely deserves his own episode.

Keep in mind in the fight between Sigismund and Sevatar, Sev was a suppressed psyker, one of his abilities showed him flashes of the future which made him such an effective duelist. And Sigismund tied him for nearly 30 hours before Sev got sick of the stalemate and headbutted him so he could go home.

I am fortifying this position for Adeptus Ridiculous

1 step closer to the Crimson fist episode

Ironic, how Bricky says he doesn’t wants to talk about Dorn’s deeds but in the fight with Fulgrim he literally says “ Deeds are my words”

Imperial Fist: *becomes part of the wall* guardsmen: cute. You became another piece of it, I was born in it and I'll die the same

Pretty sure that ending sound bite is what you hear when your Gellar field goes out mid warp travel.

If you haven't read it "Storm of Iron" is a novel about iron warriors attacking a fortress which gets reinforced with imperial fists, good action, really good character development of imperial guard and iron warriors. It also introduces Honsou the halfbreed to the 40k universe

while the results of the iron warriors and the fists are very similar the difference is in the methods the fist make a wall without weaknesses, the iron warriors make a wall with fake weaknesses drawing their enemy into traps the fists go in slow and steady anchored by heavy tanks and hardpoint fortifications, the iron warriors go in with trenches hiding that they are undermining your walls

Patiently waiting for my Pedro Kantor/Crimson Fists episode. "There is only the Emperor. He is our faith and our shield"

I don’t think he’s on the table top but the shortest ever recorded space marine was a fist named Maximmion Voss. He was apparently significantly shorter than your average marine, so to compensate, he just bulked up to crazy level, so much so that his captain had to make him stop, putting on more muscles cause of how annoying it was to keep having his power armor refitted all the damn time, safe to assume this lad ate his Wheaties. He was also just so good at everything he was skilled in melee, shooting, vehicles, he was so good he got seconded to the Deathwatch.

I Remember there being a fan fic alt universe called the "Dornain Heresy" where Rogal Dorn and the Loyalists were corrupted by chaos. I don't know what happened to the story.

Really hope you guys do lorgar and the word bearers after this. They've got some really interesting lore

A meme is born... and somewhere across the sea Luetin mutters under his breath "damn you Bricky" 🤣

It'd be hilarious if every Space Marine had to get a mandatory tramp stamp of their chapter insignia.

Oh neat, glad to hear that Fists recruiting on Necromunda is still a thing. Back in the early 90s there was just the three 40k novels available unlike how spoilt for choice people are today. There was the Inquisitor trilogy (a squat is one of the main characters), Deathwing (to this day one of my favourite collection of 40k short stories including a fantasticly grim tale about how dang miserable life in the guard can be), and there was also one about the Fists where the main character starts off as a ganger on Necromunda. Note this predates Necromunda the game, and this is still back from when that was called Confrontation.

You can actually HEAR the moment that Bricky's soul dies in the poster shilling.

I'm really hoping Raven Guard are next, really wanna hear about the Edgelord Bird boys and their Emo-Demon Primarch

In the end bricky broke before the guard did in the case of the poster, for the nyemporer lol

So hype for monthly “Truly Ridiculous” episodes. Great job DK, looking forward to it.

that catboy poster is the reason why I am aligned with chaos

“Who’s bones?” DK - this is ALWAYS a relevant and important question… in both lore and life…

Imperial Fist: Hey there Brother, do you want to try this pain glove for meditation? It can create simulated burning pain effects. Salamander: See-mew-lah-tid Burning??? I'm sorry brother, your words make no sense.

"Do no ask me to approach the battle meekly, to creep through the shadows, or to quietly slip on my foes in the dark. I am Rogal Dorn, Imperial Fist, Space Marine, Emperor's Champion. Let my enemies cower at my advance and tremble at the sight of me." -3rd Ed Core rulebook

Heh I really love this cover art with the sand castle and happiness

If Rylanor can wait a million nights to call Fulgrim a bitch I can wait too

Phalanx is the massive starship that serves as the mobile fortress-monastery of the Imperial Fists Space Marine Chapter and was constructed many millennia ago by unknown hands during the Dark Age of Technology long before the Age of the Imperium.

Get well soon Shy!

21:09 If the official motto of AdRid is entertainment before accuracy, the wiki's official motto should be citation needed.

On the topic of sons of Dorn, I have a suggestion, if/when you do the black Templars chapter, you should do an episode on Sigismund in place of a primarch video.

Here's hoping theres a hellish Death World in 40K that's inspired by Louisiana

"Imperial fists like pain; It's a big part of their culture" So they're definitely feeding slaanesh

I love that dornable's "No." Is the most replayed part of the video.

Can't wait to see the new lore of the iron cage when it comes out:)

YEAHHHH BOYYYYSSSS THIS IS MY LEGION

VENGEANCE FOR SIGISMUND! NO PITY! NO REMORSE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

We are Iron Hands fans, the pain will literarily never stop at least not until we are blessed by the embrace of metal.

Idk if any of the Adeptus Ridiculous crew will see this but If so, I just wanted to let you guys know we appreciate all the work you do in making this podcast for us, all the funny memes and videos and posters and merch and etc. You guys go well above and beyond, and i as well as many others appreciate it, you guys work on this show even when you’re sick, and tired and we all really love and appreciate that about the three of you. It really shows your passion for Warhammer40k, a passion we all share. Keep on making great content guys, and we’ll keep on loving it.

I think the Iron warriors has a ways to go as the DKOK and the Inquisition smashed through their defenses on Vraks.

Another reason Imperial Fists take more casuslties is because their sus-an memrane organ doesn't work. When regular marine suffers a lethal wound that does not blow up his head or chest, he activates sus an membrane and goes into hybernaton. If marines win the engagement, comatose wounded marines could be recovered and healed or put ino dreadnoughts, if they're wounded too much. Fists dont have that safety net - when one of them falls in battle, he dies for good.

i wouldnt worry about the Iron Hands because even GW has forgotten about them.

The only reason Rogal and the Imperial Fists went into the Iron Cage was because they couldn’t *read* the warning signs!!

Cool but why so late im from Switzerland it starts like at 10pm (night) 😅

The Imperial fists are good at building fortifications. Laughs in Krieg

Alexis Pollux: *breathes heavily during the entire episode*

That sound at the very end is what Imperial Fists make when they wear the pain glove.

46:08 Necromonger's feel no pain. or I just think of Dune's Gom Jabar scene and Paul's pain litany: "I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."

Imperial Fists: Fortifying the Little Guys since M.31

Word Bearers: Italian World Eaters/Catachans: Australian Salamanders: Hoity-toity Knights Night Lords: Russian White Scars: Hayden Christensen Imperial Fists: Louisiana

This was honestly the least in-depth dive on any faction that you've released. DK and Bricky, into the pain glove. Shy, you have the controls, the bridge is yours.

Courland/slaughter is definitely worth covering he has an amazing story for post heresy

I've recently learned that there's a moment in a novel/or book where Ferrus Manus ate sand because he was hungry

Jesus the Imperial Fists seem like a whole Legion of Teddy Roosevelts.

"The more of a fight you put up, the better you resist, the more likely you are to be a recruit." ...Hold up, I could be wrong here, but wasn't that the exact same recruitment method for the World Eaters?

If you want to get an idea of the Broken heart of Dorn. I cannot recommend enough Baldemorts three part episode on Rogal Dorn. Too understand the pain you have to fully grasp the Imperial Dream and how Dorn believed fully in the dream.

Db Cooper was the man

“GET ON WITH IT!!!!!! “ -multiple instances in Monty Python Search for the Holy Grail

The stuff about the Tunnel of Terror and the Fist tattoo and the process of becoming an Imperial Fist and their love of pain is from the Ian Watson novel from the early 90's - Space Marine. The novel itself predates the Black Library and is no longer considered canon. A large part that was due to Watsons writing style which was a little too, well... erotic for GW as they moved forward. There was also a lot of stuff in there which got retconned like Squats (hey they're back!) and Zoats for example. The early Watson novels, including the Inquisition trilogy did however lay a lot of the groundwork for what the 40k universe was to become imo. In my head canon I've always treated his work as the proper lore.

Fun fact During the war of the beast the entire imperial fist chapter is killed and has to be recreated from successor chapters

Archamus didn’t save Dorn’s life, he TRIED to, but it didn’t do anything

That ending was fucking beautiful, Shy, well done.

The more they talked the sense Cajun Imperial Fists makes.

Bet they’re celebrating today. Happy 420!

"My hand is preserved aboard the phalanx, each new chapter master has ritualistically engraved their name upon it...I no longer want that hand back."

Dorms Darkness is the pain he felt at the thought of mankind without Big E

Only loyalist to kill a traitor primarch unless you count the dubious Guilliman killing "Omegon"

3 Primarchs Killed other Primarchs (Not Including Vulcan) Fulgrim killed Ferrus Manus Dorn killed Omegon (or possibly Alpharius) Horus killed Sanguinius Callidus assassin M’Shen killed Konrad Curze. Many Primarchs seriously injured/wounded other.

OG Nightlords were indeed great and more efficient regarding casualty with their war tactics, but yeah now they are just a bunch of cut-throat

Sigismund is my favorite Fist. Almost all his quotes are actual pieces of wisdom, such as-doubt is the greatest weakness, or the best- I will not fail!

As a cajun and imperial fists player, I'm 100% okay with this meme

Markiplier's not a masochist. He's just an early made Imperial Fist!

Dorn's darkness sounds like the equal but opposite force to the blood angels blood rage. Blood angels get lost in the anger of Horus's betrayal, the fists are a few minutes ahead in their grief and get lost in the abject horror of losing the Emperor and the most beloved primarch.

ALEXIS POLLUX ALEXIS POLLUX BRICKY WHAT THE HELL, HE ALMOST KILLED PERTURBERO