Blood Dragon Bloodline

Abhorash​

Captain of Lahmia and Champion of its king, is the progenitor of the bloodline. Trickery bound him to vampirism, and shame drove him into exile, yet in time he rose above the Thirst itself, casting it aside upon the heights of the Worlds Edge Mountains after slaying a great dragon. His tale is told elsewhere in fuller measure, but his disciples and descendants carried his creed into every corner of the world, leaving a trail of crimson banners and bloodied fields.

Walach Harkon​

Once Walak of the Harkoni, was one of the four who followed Abhorash from Lahmia’s ruins. In the Grey Mountains he seized Blood Keep in 1887 IC, cutting down its knights in single combat and turning the strongest into his brotherhood. Under him the mortal order of the Blood Dragon became the dread Ordo Draconis, crimson-armoured riders who lived only for the duel. They terrorised both Bretonnia and the Empire, slaughtering villages and towns as readily as they challenged champions, for to them all strife was a proving ground. Though the Blood Keep was brought low in 1946 IC, Walach escaped with his most trusted. He endured into the End Times, when he was raised as Mortarch of Sacrament, only to betray the pact at the Auric Bastion. Vlad von Carstein tore his skeletal steed from beneath him and Walach perished, faithless in his last hour.

Luthor Harkon​

Once Lutr of the Harkoni, also walked beside Abhorash in the days of exile. Carried west in a coffin by Norse raiders, he awoke in the steaming jungles of Lustria, where he founded the Vampire Coast. His drowned fleets and rotting armies harried the southern oceans, and his name became a curse in Marienburg and Tilea alike. Though far from his master’s path, and consumed by isolation and madness, some saw in him still the indomitable pride of Abhorash’s disciple, twisted to piracy and storm.

The Red Duke​

The Red Duke of Aquitaine was not of Lahmia, but was sired by Abhorash himself. A brother to King Louis the Righteous of Bretonnia, he was mortally poisoned by assassins in Araby yet fought on with terrible valour. Abhorash, unwilling to see such strength wasted, granted him the Blood Kiss. Returned to Bretonnia, the Duke became a nightmare. Though still a knight in bearing, his virtues curdled into arrogance and cruelty. He raised armies of revenants, butchered his own lands, and became known as the Red Duke. Cast down at Ceren Field in 1454 IC and entombed by sorcery, he rose again centuries later, spreading terror once more before fleeing into the Forest of Châlons. He is remembered as a dread parody of Bretonnian chivalry — a knight in form only, stripped of restraint and honour.

Varis of Rasetra / Varison the Blade​

Varis was a duellist and mercenary captain from Nehekhara who pledged himself to Abhorash’s exile. The chronicles of Mourkain record his deeds as a commander beneath Ushoran, though his later fate is uncertain. In scattered traditions he is remembered only by his epithet, a blade that never tired, a shadow stalking the deserts and borderlands long after Lahmia’s fall.

Mangari of the Southlands​

Mangari is counted among the four who followed Abhorash. Of his origins little is preserved, save that he came from the deep jungles and deserts of the south. In Abhorash’s company he proved himself a warrior of grim discipline, but his fate after the departure from Strigos is lost. Some whisper of a crimson knight glimpsed in the wastes beyond Araby, others of a champion whose bones lie still in the roots of the jungles. Whether these tales belong to Mangari or to pretenders who took his name cannot be known.

Gorgivich Krakvald​

Gorgivich ose later, lord of the Knights of the Red Death, who left a trail of massacres in the northern Empire. His crimson riders butchered entire villages, leaving only ashes in their wake, and during the End Times they harried the Tomb Kings themselves at Nagash’s command. His banner, bearing the sigil of Krakvald, became a mark of dread that even hardened soldiers feared to face.

Mikael Harkon​

Mikael, seneschal of Blood Keep and Walach’s most trusted lieutenant, carried the standard of the Ordo Draconis. He fell when the Keep was besieged by Warrior Priests, and Walach thereafter bore the blood-soaked banner himself, vowing vengeance for the death of his closest get.

Frich Von Haas​

Frich Von Haas, sired by Andreich Von Haas, a captain under Walach, entered the cursed city of Mordheim after the comet’s fall. There he staged endless duels amid wyrdstone and ruin, hiring mercenaries to serve as foils, his crimson armour a constant terror in the shattered streets.

Sir Tiberius Kael​

Once a knight of the White Wolf, became a wandering terror after receiving the Blood Kiss. Tales in Altdorf taverns speak of him as a monster-slayer, striking down manticores, wyverns, and worse, testing himself against beasts that men could scarcely imagine. Though his sire is unrecorded, his path echoed Abhorash’s creed: strength proven against the mightiest of foes.

Rabe von Stahl​

Imperial noble and knight of the blood, became infamous during the Nemesis Crown campaign. Known as the Nemesis Count, he led crimson riders in disciplined, merciless charges that shattered Imperial hosts as surely as they terrified them. His name is still whispered in Reikland as a curse upon fallen noble houses.

Sir Maraulf of Maleaux​

Sir Maraulf was a Questing Knight of Bretonnia, turned by the Red Duke in his renewed rebellion. He rode in black armour at his master’s side in the second desecration of Ceren Field. In the end he was undone not by blade but by holy light, consumed in fire, yet his tale lingers as one of the many whom Abhorash’s mercy had become damnation.


Legends also speak of lesser figures. The Castellan of Morrkeep, said to have kept vigil in a ruined chapel of Morr for centuries, issuing challenges to priests and knights alike. The Knight of Vardos, who strode from plague-wracked Tilea clad in crimson armour, cutting down Skaven and mercenaries before vanishing into myth. Wandering knights in the Border Princes, crimson riders who ruled petty fiefs by demanding tribute in combat rather than coin. And in Bretonnia, nameless challengers known only as the Red Rider or the Silent Helm, who appeared at lists to demand duels before vanishing like shadows.


Whether these figures were true scions of Abhorash, imitators of his creed, or phantoms conjured by fear, their tales all speak to the same truth: wherever knights gather and duels are sworn, there are whispers of crimson-armoured riders who walk the path of Abhorash, seeking strength, challenge, and perhaps, redemption.