Khârn's POV

As I stormed around the cult base, I could feel a sharp pounding in the back of my head. It hurt like hell, that's to be sure.

"Come on, Khârn, what was it called again...." I muttered to myself. I still had my old memories, thank Khorne, but they were jumbled, with major gaps in between. So, I just stayed with the Khârn memories. It was too much if a hassle to sort out my memories when I had this massive headache..

"Aha! It was the Nails!" I cried out, before realizing what I had to do to get them to stop. I sighed. The cultists were out of the question, they were Ahriman's servants. I guess I could look around in the badlands? It was bound to have something there. So, with my destination set, I walked out of the exit. The Guards looked at me, but said nothing.

"I'm going out for a bit." I told them. They just nodded. So, I walked out into the magma filled wasteland.

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After a while, I found a decent amount of dragons. Though most looked like teens (I guess? I don't know dragon age stuff.), I could see a few adult dragons lounging about. Perfect. I stormed right into the hive, making sure I woke them all up by revving Gorechild. In but moments, I was surrounded.

"What is your buisness here, strange one?" One of the bigger adults asked. I grinned behind my helmet. At least, I think I did.

"Well, I'm here mostly for a fight, so if you could point me in the direction of your strongest dragon, I would be greatful." I told them, the sneer evident in my voice. They all chuckled.

"Very well, we haven't had decent entertainment in ages. Follow" the big dragon from before replied, turning away. I followed after him, the other dragons all heading towards the edges of the mountain. When the big dragon stopped, I move to his side to see a decent sized dragon. He had awesome black scales that I knew would look great with my armor. He had some razor sharp claws, that looked like they could at least dent the Ceramite plating.

"My lord, an unknown warrior seeks combat with you." My dragon escort told the beast. It glanced at me, then chuckled.

"As if this pathetic creature was even worth my time." The Dragon said, snorting. That slightly ticked me off.

"Watch your tongue. I am Khârn The Betrayer, Champion of the Blood God Khorne. I have slain thousands of warriors and claimed the worthy skulls. I am also the fiercest warrior that the Princess of the Night had during the Dark War. The funniest part is, the pony guards couldn't so much as scratch my armor. Now, I have come here seeking a battle to the death with you, and will fight you, whether you accept or not." I snarled, catching the two dragons by surprise at my tone. The black dragon laughed.

"I can tell you are speaking the truth. You also have the fierce determination of a dragon. Very well, I accept your request to duel to the death. I am Naalthuzor, Leader of this tribe of dragons." The black dragon said, before heading out to the middle of the field. I grinned, putting my weapons on the ground. I was gonna have some fun with this. Naalthuzor chuckled.

"So bold, to go against a dragon without your weapons. I commend you, Khârn. My tribe will speak of you for generations to come." He told me, to which I took up a fighting stance, my fists raised in anticipation.

Three minutes passed, both sides waiting for the other to start. Seeing as I was driven by the Nails, I eventually got impatient and charged.

"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD, SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!" I screamed, and quicker than he could blink, my armoured fist crashed into the side of his face. He roared, back handing me with his claw. I did a quick flip, landing on my feet, and charged him again. In reply, he shot forth a burst of fire. I ran through it, feeling the unarmoured arm blazing in pain. I ignored this, and quickly gave the dragon an uppercut to the jaw. The fire immediately stopped flaring, and I gave him a kick to the chest before jumping out of range of his talons.

Naalthuzor snarled, before charging at me, his claws raised in a fist. He brought said fist crashing down to where I had been a moment ago, but he expected me to dodge, instead hitting me with his other fist, which sent me flying into a wall. I chuckled.

"Heh. Now this is what I'm talking about!" I snarled, before jumping back in. The dragon tried to use his tail to swat me away, but I managed to jump over it and onto his back. He roared, before unfurling his wings and taking off. He tried to shake me off, but my grip was like steel. I climbed up to where his head was.

"You were a truly worthy opponent, Naalthuzor. But this is where it ends. I will take your scales, as a way to beef up my own armor. I'm also claiming your skull, as you were an honorable and worthy fighter." I whispered into his ear. His eyes widened, right before I somehow managed to break his neck. His cry of fury was silenced immediately, and we began to descend to the mountain below.

"Shit... did not plan this through..." I muttered to myself, before both me and the dragon carcass hit the ground. When the dust cleared, I stood victorious over the body of their leader. All of them were shocked, but then, one by one, they all knelt before me. I looked at them, puzzled.

"What's this?" I asked. The Dragon that escorted me here walked up.

"By defeating our leader, we are honor bound to serve you, by ancient dragon law. We are now your soldiers. Lead us into the depths of Tartarus itself, and we will still follow. We are at your command." The dragon told me. I deadpanned at this.

"So, I now have an entire tribe of dragons that will follow my every order?" I asked. He nodded. I nearly yelled in amazement. I had a strong group of ponies before, but Dragons?! Even better! At the thought of the 45th Company, my mood fell. I nodded my consent.

"Very well. We will move out to my base a few miles out. Bring whatever horde you have. You can come back here occasionally. Now, get packing. I ordered, and the dragons dispersed, heading off to their horde of gold and jewels. I looked back to the body of Naalthuzor. I picked up my axe, and revved it up. I first took a few scales, about fifty of them, then I carved the Skull out of his head. I toted the thing all the way to HQ as quickly as I could, before heading back to lead the dragons there. I also made sure to tell the guards about our new soldiers.

When I came back, Ahriman and Zhufor stood there, examining the dragons.

"When I heard the guard, I didn't believe it at first. But now I can understand. It's the Nails, isn't it?" Ahriman asked. I nodded. He simply shook his head before continuing. "Well, if it gets us an army, I'm fine with it. Find them somewhere to set up shop. Preferably around the entrance. That way, any curious ponies will know better than to come here." With that said, he and Zhufor turned around and headed back to the cave. I nodded to the dragons, and they began to set up the encampment.

Author's Notes:

Whelp, here's a Khârn adventure!

Hope you enjoyed! Constructive Criticism is welcome! Please point out any spelling errors I made! Prettyou soon, I might do a crossover with someone, so I'm open!