[Rogal Dorn's earliest records were on a world known as Inwit, a place covered in frost where the conditions for survival were extremely harsh. Yet many humans still lived there, their characters shaped by that environment into something exceptionally tough, their willpower likewise outstanding.]
[But apart from that, what else was there? From the memories of my lord, the Emperor, I once again saw what I needed. Rogal Dorn had been discovered by the largest tribe on Inwit. An old man—his grandfather—adopted him.]
[Although, by age, he had Rogal Dorn call him grandfather, in truth he was his adoptive father. There was no doubt about that. And that old man was the chieftain of the tribe.]
[Primarchs were born with extraordinary power, and so, after Dorn came of age, he immediately inherited the position of chieftain. Under his rule, the people of Inwit lived very happy, joyful lives.]
[However, the good times did not last. Through archaeology, they recreated interstellar travel and could even make brief Warp voyages, but this technology brought them no good fortune. Because the people of Inwit themselves still used a tribal system. They believed that every time they reached an unfamiliar planet, they had to hunt down the powerful local beasts to prove they still retained their spiritual tenacity.]
[This martial spirit was worthy of praise, but they overlooked one thing: there were not only mindless beasts among the stars. Among the stars, there was another kind of beast. And this time, it was not they who found them. They had followed the tracks of the Inwit people to their doorstep of their own accord.]
[Orcs—yes, dear readers, this cursed word must surely fill you with a surge of intense loathing. I will not dwell here on the specifics concerning them, but what you need