The Armies March After Half The Food and Drink Are Consumed, The Navies After The Rest

Aegon's Naval Forces and Armies Were Marching and Sailing On A Terrible Hangover, Full Bellies and Bladders In Need Of Repeated Emptying. Aegon Was Not So Hung Over, Just Tired From So Much Fucking. He Had Spent Himself So Much He Was Probably Sterile Now, But Jokes Aside, Aegon Was Watching Watching As Several Lords Were Throwing Up Over The Sides. "Nym, Take The Helm." Says Aegon As He Departs and Heads Below Deck To His Rooms. The Royal Chambers Were Lavish and Stark All At The Same Time. There Was A Traditional War Room With Maps, Armor Stands and Sword Racks, But Behind This Was A Far More Lavish Quarters, Where Tyene, Alys Karstark, and Desmera Redwyne Were Enjoying Themselves. "I See You Helped Yourselves To My Wine, Tye, It Was You, Wasn't It?" Aegon Asks. Tye Giggles As She Saunters Over, Loosens Her Dress and Pours The Wine Down Her Chest. "Not Going To Go There Now, Tye I Love You, But Not That Much." Says Aegon, As Tyene Draws Two Daggers From Her Garments, and Aegon Having Gotten Used To This Now, Disarmed Her and Began Hiking Up Tyene's Dress and Undoing His Breaches. "Excuse The Interruption Dear Nephew, But The Island Draws Nearer." Says Oberyn.

"Tell Nymeria I'll Be Right Up, Just As Soon As I Put My Armor On." Says Aegon. Oberyn Nods and Bows His Head and Upper Torso. Once Gone, Aegon Gives Tyene's Ass A Hard and Vibrant Smack, Before Walking To The Seven Armor Stands. Aegon Looks Over To The Seven Stands Skipping Through Each One Until He Settles On Dornish Plate Made From A Strong and Flexible Metal That Would Bend But Not Break. The Metal Was Designed For Mobility and Versatility. It Wasn't Easy To Forge and Even Harder To Find The Right Man To Forge It. Aegon Wore The Armor Because He Felt It Made His Blade Quicker and Stronger Than Any Other, and Many Felt The Same. Aegon Put His Armor On, and Looked Into His Reflected Eyes On The Helm. "Fire and Blood." Says Aegon As He Dons His Helmet and Picks Up Blackfyre From It's Rack and Sheathes It Before Taking Up A Spear and Dagger and Leaving. Aegon Stops At The Door. "Tye, Keep The Girls Safe." Says Aegon As He Walks Out.

Aegon, Nym, Robb Stark, Jamie Lannister, Obara Sand, and Daegon Blackfyre Stood At The Helm, As The Men On Board Begin Arming Themselves. "Any Wise Words?" Asks Robb Stark. "Listen Up! These Pirates Think They Can Come To Our Shores and Shit On Our Lives? Raid The Ships That Help Feed Our Families? Arm Our Sons and Brothers Against Danger? Or **** Our Women? I Say We Show Them How Costly Their Error Is, and Take Back What They Stole! I Say, We Strike Them Down Like The Mangy Dogs They Are, and Take Their Home From Them, Raiders In Westeros.....There Days Are Numbered.....Because We See Them Bowed, Bent, and Broken Before We Shower Them In Fire and Blood!" Shouts Aegon, As The Men Raise Their Swords In A Thunderous Cheer and Shouting Fire and Blood As A War Cry. "When Our Brothers and Sisters Have Cut A Path Into The Island Of Bloodstone, We Will Land Our Ships, and We Will We Show Them Why........The Dragon Rules All!" Shouts Revan As Horses Are Brought Up and The Dark Stallion That Aegon Rode Into Battle Was Brought Up, Alongside The Steeds Of Nym, Robb, Jamie, Obara, Daegon, and Ser Arthur and Ser Garth Hightower.

Aegon Saw The Plan Worked Perfectly and The Ships At Sea Were Sunk With Ease, Leaving Aegon To Nod To His Captain To Begin The Landing While The Pirates and Their Ships Were Still At Anchor. The Pirates Were Clearly Drinking To Their Health, Because Aegon Had Varys Seed The Ports With Rumors That The King Was Bringing In A Large Shipment Of Wine Of The Highest Quality. Sooner Or Later Word Would Reach The Ears Of The Stepstones Pirates, and They'd Raid It, Which They Did. What These Bastards Didn't Know Was That Most Of The Wine Had Been Tampered With, The Stuff Had Nightshade In It, Making Certain That The Bastards Who Drank It Would Fall Asleep After Enough Bottles Of It. The Few Who Weren't Drunk Off The Arse Or Asleep, Tried To Raise Their Sleeping Comrades, But Aegon and His Men Were Fast Approaching.

When The Ship Hit Shore, The Front Bow Was Dropped Forward, and The Horses Of Aegon and His Companions Reared and Ran Leading The Men Aboard Into Battle. Aegon Wielded His Spear and Stabbed, Slit, and Struck Down Any Fool Enough To Come Close Enough. A War Horn Sounded, and Aegon Heard It, Saw The Army Of Pirates Coming From The Hills and Cursed Himself. "Archers!" Shouts Aegon. The Bowmen Form Up and Draw Their Arrows. "Notch! Draw! Fire!" Shouts Aegon As The Archers Rain Fire Down On The Coming Hode Of Men. Many Fell In Battle, and Aegon Charged The Remainder With His Men and Horses. Aegon's Stallion Lead The Charge and When It Met The Men A Thundering Crash Of Steel, Blood, Bone, and ****. Aegon's Horse Fell and Aegon Barely Freed Himself Fast Enough To Avoid Going Lame. He Was Dazed, But Made His Enemies Out Well Enough, He Began Cutting A Swath Through His Foes Spear In One Hand, Dagger In The Other. "The King On The Iron Throne! I'm Honored!" Says The Apparent Pirate Commander. "Don't Be, The Dead Get No Such Recognition." Says Aegon. "I'm Not Dead Yet, and Your Head Will Look Great On My Wall, and That Sword Will Look Better In My Hand." Says The Man. "Is That Right? I Think Not....Die Bastard!" Says Aegon As He Begins To Fight The Man.

Aegon Was Still Fighting The Pirate Leader, The Two Had Been At It For Quite A While, and Gave As Good As They Got. The Two Were Panting Hard. "Alright, I'll Admit It, Your Worth Your Weight In Steel." Says The Captain As He Spits Blood Into The Mud-Soaked and Bloody Ground, Before Charging Aegon Anew. Aegon Smacks The But Of His Spear Into His Foes Face and Proceeds To Kick Him In His Face. The Man Falls Onto His Back and Aegon Stabs The Man In The Throat. Aegon Hears A Charging Cry Of Battle and He Turns In Time To See A Group Of Raiders Charging Towards Him. Aegon Hurls His Spear In A Horizontal Spinning Motion To Scatter and Slow Them, So He Can Draw His Blade Of The Targaryen Kings. Aegon Grips Blackfyre In Both Hands and Begins To Await His New Opponents. Using His Youth, Blade, and Underhanded Attacks Of Fists and Kicks. Aegon Is Outnumbered, But He's Winning.

Aegon Hears Running and Displacement Of Water and Blood-Soaked Mud. He Turns and Is Struck By An Axe-Wielding Man Who Hits Him Square In The Face. His Helmet Protects His Face Enough To Avoid Being Killed, But He'll Still Be Left With An Undoubtedly Nasty Scar. Aegon's Helmet Is Sent Flying, and Aegon Barely Has Enough Time To Dodge and Parry The Blades Of His Vigorous Foes. Suddenly His Foes Fall To Blades Or Arrows, and A Hand Is Held Before Him, Aegon Blinks Several Times and See's Daegon Blackfyre Holding His Hand Out To Him. "You Don't Die Here Today, Not While I Draw Breath." Says Daegon, As Aegon Takes The Hand and They Both Stand Face To Face. "Keep It Up, and I Might Start Beginning To Trust You." Says Aegon. But A Familiar Sound Plays Throughout The Air, and Aegon See's A Rain Of Arrows Coming For Them Both. Only Having Enough Time To Think, Aegon Pushes Daegon To The Ground and Covers Him. Aegon's Body Is Punctured By Five Arrows, His Armor Pierced, and Aegon Is Held By His Distant Relation. "Protect The Men!" Says Aegon, and He Hands Him Blackfyre, Before His Vision Fades........