INTRODUCTION:
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After reading a couple of epic After Action Reports (AAR), I couldn't help but want to try my hand at an AAR of my very own.
Basically, this AAR centers around the exploits of Aegon Targaryen 'the conqueror' mostly through the point of perspective (pov) of his half-brother who was called Orys. He is basically the first relevant bastard in the universe of a game of Thrones or a song of ice and fire, depending on who you ask.
note: people who are expecting to read the classic story of Aegon's conquest of Westeros will be sorely disappointed...this is a story with twists upon twists enough to rival the Gordian Knot itself... enjoy.
Chapter one: The once and future king
‘What is west of Westeros?' Asked a voice behind me. The voice belonged to a boy not much older than I was. ‘Finally, someone around my age that I could play with in this shadowy place’.
DRAGONSTONE: HOME OF THE DRAGONLORDS
The thought seemed to give me confidence as I turned around with a smile to gaze upon the boy that had asked me a question. A fact that I came to question as I examined the ‘boy’ with immersive purple eyes and flowing platinum hair.
The boy had a puzzled look drawn upon his face. 'Didn’t you hear me?' He asked, ‘what is west of Westeros?!' He denoted with quite an authoritative voice that boomed through the watchtower that we were in, with a tone similar to the likes of the man who brought me to this strange place. ‘Aah, so ‘he’ is a boy’. I assured myself and then proceeded to answer. ‘Normally I would say the ironmen but really I suppose, one would have to go there themselves to answer that question’. The boy simply smiled and moved towards me with such grace that highborn lords move with, or so people say.
A WATCHTOWER ON DRAGONSTONE
‘Orys’ he called. ‘Tell me, do you like it here?' He knew my name, why would he know my name? I must matter to him in some way, I thought. And then I replied that the castle had a dark reputation, further denoting the mysterious architectures of stones shaped like dragons and other fearsome monsters, further concluding that any man would be scared of this place.
The white-haired boy moved closer and closer still and then started circling me and slowly nodding his head all the while saying ‘Dragonstone is grim beyond a doubt, a lonely citadel in the wet waste surrounded by storm and salt, with the smoking shadow of that mountain at its back’. With this said he moved towards the only window of the watchtower that we were currently in and gawked at the mountain. While still looking at the active volcano, he said ‘we have a common saying among us here that since Dragonstone is a hard place, it, in turn, breeds hard men’ and I, in turn, replied that I thought that particular saying belonged to the Ironmen. He then simply replied that he was glad that I was well versed and that he would like to put me further to the test with a question.
A WIDER VIEW OF DRAGONSTONE WITH AN ACTIVE VOLCANO AT ITS BACK
‘We Valyrians are a people foreign to this land called Westeros. A land constantly wracked with wars and strife by their so-called kings, and if they could inflict constant suffering and desolation of war on their fellow countrymen, why do you think that they haven’t attacked us after all these years that we have moved to this island and made it our own?’
I paused a while to think and then said that ‘it was because that they are scared of this strange place rumored to have been conjured up by sorcery’. After hearing of my answer, the boy simply laughed and shook his head and beckoned me to join him at the window with a wave of his hand. As I moved to join him, he started to speak ‘fear is a complicated emotion only a few people know how to handle. Most people have only one impulsive action to what they don’t understand and scares them…they destroy it before they believe it will destroy them. You partially answered my question without knowing that you had, people are scared of us, but it is not because of our surroundings’. As he finished saying this, a wry smile escaped his mouth while still looking at the mountain. ‘Come br—orys. I would like to introduce you to my sisters’. He said as he turned around and motioned to exit the watchtower.
I turned and as I ran to keep up with him, I asked ‘you still have me at a disadvantage, you know my name but I don’t know yours?' He then turned his head and flashed his deep purple eyes at me saying ‘my name is Ageon, of the house Targaryen’.
Hello, thanks for viewing this page.
After reading a couple of epic After Action Reports (AAR), I couldn't help but want to try my hand at an AAR of my very own.
Basically, this AAR centers around the exploits of Aegon Targaryen 'the conqueror' mostly through the point of perspective (pov) of his half-brother who was called Orys. He is basically the first relevant bastard in the universe of a game of Thrones or a song of ice and fire, depending on who you ask.
note: people who are expecting to read the classic story of Aegon's conquest of Westeros will be sorely disappointed...this is a story with twists upon twists enough to rival the Gordian Knot itself... enjoy.
Chapter one: The once and future king
‘What is west of Westeros?' Asked a voice behind me. The voice belonged to a boy not much older than I was. ‘Finally, someone around my age that I could play with in this shadowy place’.
DRAGONSTONE: HOME OF THE DRAGONLORDS
The thought seemed to give me confidence as I turned around with a smile to gaze upon the boy that had asked me a question. A fact that I came to question as I examined the ‘boy’ with immersive purple eyes and flowing platinum hair.
The boy had a puzzled look drawn upon his face. 'Didn’t you hear me?' He asked, ‘what is west of Westeros?!' He denoted with quite an authoritative voice that boomed through the watchtower that we were in, with a tone similar to the likes of the man who brought me to this strange place. ‘Aah, so ‘he’ is a boy’. I assured myself and then proceeded to answer. ‘Normally I would say the ironmen but really I suppose, one would have to go there themselves to answer that question’. The boy simply smiled and moved towards me with such grace that highborn lords move with, or so people say.
A WATCHTOWER ON DRAGONSTONE
‘Orys’ he called. ‘Tell me, do you like it here?' He knew my name, why would he know my name? I must matter to him in some way, I thought. And then I replied that the castle had a dark reputation, further denoting the mysterious architectures of stones shaped like dragons and other fearsome monsters, further concluding that any man would be scared of this place.
The white-haired boy moved closer and closer still and then started circling me and slowly nodding his head all the while saying ‘Dragonstone is grim beyond a doubt, a lonely citadel in the wet waste surrounded by storm and salt, with the smoking shadow of that mountain at its back’. With this said he moved towards the only window of the watchtower that we were currently in and gawked at the mountain. While still looking at the active volcano, he said ‘we have a common saying among us here that since Dragonstone is a hard place, it, in turn, breeds hard men’ and I, in turn, replied that I thought that particular saying belonged to the Ironmen. He then simply replied that he was glad that I was well versed and that he would like to put me further to the test with a question.
A WIDER VIEW OF DRAGONSTONE WITH AN ACTIVE VOLCANO AT ITS BACK
‘We Valyrians are a people foreign to this land called Westeros. A land constantly wracked with wars and strife by their so-called kings, and if they could inflict constant suffering and desolation of war on their fellow countrymen, why do you think that they haven’t attacked us after all these years that we have moved to this island and made it our own?’
I paused a while to think and then said that ‘it was because that they are scared of this strange place rumored to have been conjured up by sorcery’. After hearing of my answer, the boy simply laughed and shook his head and beckoned me to join him at the window with a wave of his hand. As I moved to join him, he started to speak ‘fear is a complicated emotion only a few people know how to handle. Most people have only one impulsive action to what they don’t understand and scares them…they destroy it before they believe it will destroy them. You partially answered my question without knowing that you had, people are scared of us, but it is not because of our surroundings’. As he finished saying this, a wry smile escaped his mouth while still looking at the mountain. ‘Come br—orys. I would like to introduce you to my sisters’. He said as he turned around and motioned to exit the watchtower.
I turned and as I ran to keep up with him, I asked ‘you still have me at a disadvantage, you know my name but I don’t know yours?' He then turned his head and flashed his deep purple eyes at me saying ‘my name is Ageon, of the house Targaryen’.