The Dragon Has Three Heads (AAR)

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The Dragon Has Three Heads (AAR)

PostPosted by jsdunc » Sat Aug 01, 2015 22:11

Contents:

The State Of The World 324 AC:: http://citadel.prophpbb.com/post81395.html#p81395

Part 1: The War For The Dawn
Chapter 1: A Coronation And A Wedding: http://citadel.prophpbb.com/post81398.html#p81398
Chapter 2: Waking The Dragon: http://citadel.prophpbb.com/post81399.html#p81399
Chapter 3: The Game: http://citadel.prophpbb.com/post81490.html#p81490
Chapter 4: The Night That Never Ends: http://citadel.prophpbb.com/post81500.html#p81500
Chapter 5: You Win Or You Die: http://citadel.prophpbb.com/post81506.html#p81506

State Of The World 333 AC: http://citadel.prophpbb.com/post81513.html#p81513

Part 2: The Dance of the Dragons
Chapter 6: The Harpy's Pride: http://citadel.prophpbb.com/post81576.html#p81576
Chapter 7: The Black Dragon Rises: http://citadel.prophpbb.com/post81637.html#p81637
Chapter 8: Ashes to Ashes: http://citadel.prophpbb.com/post81647.html#p81647
Chapter 9: Black and White: http://citadel.prophpbb.com/post81649.html#p81649
Chapter 10: Goldfyre: http://citadel.prophpbb.com/post81683.html#p81683

State of the World: 342 AC: http://citadel.prophpbb.com/post82057.html#p82057

Part 3: Perzys Ānogār
Chapter 11: Kings of Four Kingdoms: http://citadel.prophpbb.com/post82127.html#p82127
Chapter 12: The Old Lords and The New: http://citadel.prophpbb.com/post82193.html#p82193
Chapter 13: The North Remembers: http://citadel.prophpbb.com/post82298.html#p82298
Chapter 14: Dracarys: http://citadel.prophpbb.com/post82688.html#p82688
Chapter 15: The One True God: http://citadel.prophpbb.com/post82717.html#p82717

State of the World: 352 AC: http://citadel.prophpbb.com/post82765.html#p82765

Part 4: The Coin
Chapter 16: For The Sake Of Distant Days: http://citadel.prophpbb.com/post82840.html#p82840
Chapter 17: The Night Is Dark: http://citadel.prophpbb.com/post83137.html#p83137
Chapter 18: And Full Of Terrors: http://citadel.prophpbb.com/post83148.html#p83148
Chapter 19: The Purest Death: http://citadel.prophpbb.com/post83298.html#p83298
Chapter 20: The Return: http://citadel.prophpbb.com/post85283.html#p85283

The State Of The World 355 AC:: COMING SOON
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Re: The Dragon Has Three Heads (AAR)

PostPosted by jsdunc » Sun Aug 02, 2015 00:43

The State Of The World 324 AC

"...And so her grace Queen Daenerys Stormborn The Conqueror and Breaker of Chains of the House Targaryen, the first of her name, Queen of the Andals, the First Men and the Rhoynar, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, The Free Cities, Ghiscar and protector of the realm passed into the arms of the Seven. Recognizing the impossibility of ruling such a vast empire alone the Queen's will split up her holdings amongst her three eldest children. The Dragon truly had three heads." - Extract from "The Life Of Daenerys Targaryen And The Remaking Of The World" By Archmaester Vendermyr.

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State Of The World:

The Iron Throne:
  • The Iron Throne is held by King Aerys III Targaryen, a good, if timorous, man of 19. His seat is The Red Keep in Kings Landing and he rides the dragon Viserion.
  • The throne was taken by Queen Daenerys from Tommen Baratheon and defended against Stannis Baratheon and one pro-Tommen faction. Tommen was kept as a hostage and Stannis was fed to Drogon.
  • The Iron Throne currently controls all of its traditional territory and the King is well liked by his vassals.
  • The Iron Throne is the strongest of Daenerys' conquests.

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The Stormlands:

  • The Stormlands are held by Lady Larra Selmy a babe of 3. Her seat is Storm's End.
  • Stannis Baratheon was stripped of the Stormlands after his failed bid for the throne was crushed by Queen Daenerys and granted to the family of her closest friend and advisor Barriston Selmy.

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Dorne:

  • Dorne is held by Prince Edric Dayne a just and honorable man of 38 years. His seat is Sunspear.
  • The Martells were stripped of Dorne after they supported the Tyrells in their bid for independence. The Daynes were the only lords of Dorne to remain loyal to the crown.

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The Reach:

  • The Reach is held by Lord Garth Hightower a charitable man of 58. His seat is the Hightower in Old Town.
  • Lord Mace Tyrell was stripped of The Reach after he attempted to gain independence during Queen Daenerys' war with Cersei Lannister.

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The Westerlands:
  • The Westerlands are held by Lord Mervyn Sarsfield a zealous and proud knight of 47 years. His seat is Castle Sarsfield.
  • House Lannister was deposed by Queen Daenerys for their countless crimes. Lady Cersei and Jamie Lannister were fed to Drogon. House Sarsfield were awarded the Westerlands because they were the first Westerlands lords to support the Queen.

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The Iron Islands:

  • The Iron Isles are held by Lord Vickon Harlaw a deceitful man of 43 years. His seat is Ten Towers.
  • House Greyjoy were stripped of the Iron Islands after Ironking Euron Greyjoy refused to bend the knee to Queen Daenerys. House Harlaw refused to send Greyjoy troops and were rewarded by the Queen.

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The Riverlands:
  • The Riverlands are held by Lord Patrek Mallister an honest but rude man of 48.
  • Edmure Tully won back the Riverlands from House Baelish before Daenerys' conquest but fought against her when she landed. House Mallister was the first of the Riverlords to support the Queen.

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The Vale:

  • The Vale is ruled by Lord Guston Arryn a brave legitimized bastard boy of 14. His seat is the Eyrie.
  • House Arryn stayed neutral during Daenerys' conquest. They were allowed to bend the knee after her victory and are the only traditional great house left in control of one of the Seven Kingdoms.

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The North:

  • The North is ruled by Lord William Umber a brave and strong man of 47. His seat is Winterfell.
  • The Boltons were defeated by Stannis Baratheon who installed the Glovers in their place. The Glovers supported the usurper during his war against the Queen and were stripped of their titles. The Great Jon Umber was the first to support the Queen and took Winterfell for her. He was rewarded with The North.

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New Valyrian Empire:

  • The Empire of New Valyria is ruled by Empress Rhaella Targaryen a just and kind dwarf of 20. Her seat is the Queen's Palace in the rebuilt city of Ny Sar, renamed New Valyria, and she rides the dragon Rhaegal.
  • The Empire stretches from Bravos to Volantis and includes all of the Free Cities. It was conquered when many of the Free Cities reintroduced slavery and when the Iron Bank of Bravos supported the usurper Tommen Baratheon. New Valyria is the richest of Daenerys' conquests.

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The Ghiscari Empire:

  • The Ghiscari Empire is ruled by Emperor Barristan Targaryen a possessed, envious and wrathful man of 17. His seat is the Dragon Pyramid in the rebuilt city of New Ghis. He does not have a dragon.
  • New Ghis was conquered when it reintroduced slavery. The already conquered cities of Slavers Bay and New Ghis make up the Ghiscari Empire, it is the least of Daenerys' conquests.

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Re: The Dragon Has Three Heads (AAR)

PostPosted by dontwakethedragon » Sun Aug 02, 2015 01:11

I'd keep reading this simply for the fact that Tyrion somehow convinced Dany to marry him.
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Re: The Dragon Has Three Heads (AAR)

PostPosted by jsdunc » Sun Aug 02, 2015 03:22

Part 1: The War For The Dawn

"If the Wall falls, night falls as well, the long night that never ends." - Melisandre of Ashai

Chapter 1: A Coronation And A Wedding


"In the name of the Father, I, King Aerys, the third of my name, of the House Targaryen, promise, pledge and guarantee, in the sight of the Seven, that I will be the protector and defender of the realm in all ways useful to it, however many, in so far as I am supported by divine assistance according to my knowledge and ability." The assembled nobles, from all the great houses of Westeros, stood and applauded as their new king was took his oath, was crowned by the High Septon and climbed the steps to the Iron Throne.

"It has been a month of mourning," said Aerys, sitting upon the throne for the first time, "mourning for the sudden loss of our beloved queen, my mother, taken by the Gods before her time. But at last we have something to celebrate." The nobles applauded again. "Today, in the sight of Gods and men, I will marry my betrothed Malora of the Houses Selmy and Hightower and a new era will begin for the whole Seven Kingdoms!” Aerys sounded so enthusiastic he almost believed it himself.

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The ceremony was over, and Aerys sat at the feasting table in the freezing gardens of the Red Keep exchanging polite, if somewhat frosty conversation with his new wife. Braziers burned all around the assembled guests to keep them warm, and the musicians played “On Wings of Fire”, a popular ballad composed about his mother's conquests his family had adopted as their house song. He felt a tap on his shoulder.
“Well done today,” his father Tyrion said, at Aerys' eye level despite the fact Tyrion was standing.

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“Malora is a wonderful match. Daughter of the Lord of the Reach, widow to the Lord of the Stormlands and mother to the Lady of the Stormlands, charming, graceful and only 19 to boot!.” Tyrion said. Aerys just shrugged.
“I know, son. At your age tits and wine were all I was interested in too,” Tyrion gestured at Jaehaerys Waters, Aerys' bastard, “and you are certainly my son.”

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“Then why did I have to marry so young?” replied Aerys, keeping his voice low so his wife couldn't hear, “Just a few more years to be young would have been...”
“Because you are king and she is a perfect match,” Tyrion cut Aerys off “A good man puts family before the wishes and whims of his...” Tyrion paused, a look of self-loathing, a look he wore all too often these days, passing fleetingly across his face. “She is young and beautiful son,” Tyrion said softly, “You will not be unhappy.” He gave Aerys' shoulder a squeeze, “Now I think I'm going to ask the musicians to play The Rains of Castamere,” he said with a smile, “Scare the piss out of this oh-so dignified assembly.”

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Tyrion and Rhaella, Aerys' sister and Empress of New Valyria, danced together laughing, surrounded by other revellers. Rhaella has always been father's favourite Aerys thought his only daughter and a dwarf like him. His brother Barristan was nowhere to be seen. He realised Malora had been talking to him for some time.
“Of course, she was horrified when she actually saw him,” she said.
“Of course,” Aerys replied. He returned his attention to her. She wasn't especially beautiful but she had a certain quality about her, a liveliness, that made her very attractive. At least the bedding wouldn't be a chore, maybe he'd give the signal to begin now.
A deafening roar silenced the party goers and musicians. A chill went through Aerys has he recognized the roar of Drogon, the Black Dread Reborn, his mother's dragon which had gone wild and been chained in the dragon pit since her death. A dark shadow suddenly passed over the city.

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Aerys and Rhaella ran together towards the dragon pit, flanked by their guards.
“Did it someone let it out?” Aerys' older sister said,
“It's guarded constantly by twenty guards,” Aerys replied, “someone would have had to...”
They arrived at the dragon pit entrance to a scene of slaughter. His twenty guards lay dead or dying on the ground and beside them lay a couple of soldiers, unmistakably of the Legions of Ghiscar.
“Barristan,” Rhaella said, "Seven hells..."
“He's taken Drogon,” said Aerys.

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Next Chapter: http://citadel.prophpbb.com/post81399.html#p81399
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Re: The Dragon Has Three Heads (AAR)

PostPosted by jsdunc » Sun Aug 02, 2015 03:30

Chapter 2: Waking The Dragon

The small council chamber was freezing. Everywhere was freezing, was always freezing. This long winter had lasted for the entire two decades of Aerys' life. The Nights Watch claimed the cause was beyond The Wall, but his mother had never had a chance to investigate between her never ending conquests and civil wars. A large map of Essos lay across the table where the Small Council sat in attendance, Ser Rolly Duck, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard and Master at Arms, notable in his absence.

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“And how is the babe?” asked Ser Justin Massey, the Master of Laws,
“The babe and mother are well,” replied Aerys.

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“The babe at least,” said Tyrion, who was serving as The Hand Of The King. Aerys shot his father a dark look. It was an open secret that Aerys barely saw his wife since she'd given birth to a son, falling back into his womanising ways.
“If we may return to matters of state, your grace,” said Archmaester Medwick, ponderous and formal as always, “Your sibling's wars have both gone well and have vastly increased on our dear departed Queen's conquests,”
“Oh yes, my children squaring up to each other is wonderful news,” Tyrion rolled his eyes,
“Surely you don't think it could be war father?” asked Aerys,
“Your sister has your mother's mind in my body,” replied Tyrion, “if she feels threatened her instinct will be to attack. And Barristan...” Tyrion took a deep swig of wine from his goblet, “Barristan has your mother's father's trust and my father's sense of fair play.”
“Be that as it may,” said Madwick, clearly annoyed at the interruption, “We have received word that the majority of the Dothraki have accepted Empress Rhaella as their Khaleesi, increasing her military might dramatically.” he pointed to the Dothraki Sea on the map, “And the Legions of Ghis have marched into the city of Qarth, forcing the Pureborn to bend the knee and claiming the city's wealth for himself.”
“My spies in Qarth tell me it was a slaughter,” chimed in Clayton Tolvys, the Master of Whispers, “there was barely a man left alive or a woman un-raped after your brother's troops were done.”
Tyrion shook his head sadly.

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“Well, if there is no more business,” Aerys rose to stand, eager to be back to the warmth of his chambers.
Ser Rolly Duck burst into the chambers with two guards dragging a crying girl behind them.
“Your grace!” Ser Rolly fell to one knee, “I apologise for my lateness, this woman was brought to my attention as I was preparing to leave.” Aerys stared at the girl, her eyes bloodshot from tears and shaking like a leaf, and recognized her.
“What is the meaning of this Ser Rolly?” demanded Aerys, “this woman is the Queen's handmaiden!”
“The Queen is a traitor your grace,” said Ser Rolly, his voice quivering with anger, “she sent this woman to spread her treason, before we intercepted her.”
“What treason?” Aerys suddenly felt far colder.
“Read this your grace,” Ser Rolly handed Aerys an opened letter, with the broken seal of House Hightower.
Aerys couldn't stop his hands from shaking as the enormity of the letter's implication sunk in. After finishing reading it he handed it to his father and slumped in his chair.
“Fuck me...” said Tyrion.

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“Do you swear by all the Gods that your testimony be true?” said Tyrion,
“I swear,” said Queen Malora,
“Are you the author of this letter?”
“Yes”

***

“I'll have her head on spike!” Shouted Aerys,
“Then it will be civil war,” said Tyrion,
They were alone in a backroom of the throne room, where Queen Malora's trial had taken place. Tyrion sat in a large chair while Aerys paced.
“A civil war we cannot afford,” continued Tyrion.
“She sent a letter to every lord of the realm claiming I am a bastard!” Aerys ranted, “A letter claiming I am the son of some sellsword!”
“She did,” replied Tyrion, “and she must be punished, but she cannot be killed,”
Aerys shook with impotent rage.

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“Malora of House Hightower you have been found guilty of treason,” said Aerys from atop the Iron Throne. The nobles in the galleries took an audible breath, “As your treason was spoken so shall the punishment fit the crime. You shall be stripped of all titles, family and inheritance and sent to the Silent Sisters where you shall never speak again from this day until your last day,”

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Aerys caught Malora's father's, Lord Hightower's, eye who was staring at the king with barely concealed fury.

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Re: The Dragon Has Three Heads (AAR)

PostPosted by Craegon » Sun Aug 02, 2015 05:12

Now this looks cool, the third child looks to be a growing problem, will Westeros and new Valyria join together should he attack or will one try to get above the other, definitely a good start.
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Re: The Dragon Has Three Heads (AAR)

PostPosted by lopo772 » Sun Aug 02, 2015 11:15

Noice so far. Whatever happened to the remaining Stark children, though?
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Re: The Dragon Has Three Heads (AAR)

PostPosted by Craegon » Sun Aug 02, 2015 12:54

lopo772 wrote:Noice so far. Whatever happened to the remaining Stark children, though?

Noice lol key and peele fan ??
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Re: The Dragon Has Three Heads (AAR)

PostPosted by jsdunc » Sun Aug 02, 2015 13:23

Yeah, I'm hoping Barristan gets stronger before he attacks us because it'd be more interesting. Currently together we'd crush him.

As for the Stark children:

Sansa married a Breakstone and had several Breakstone children.

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Rickon showed up on Skagos and married a lowborn woman and had a few kids. He now lives in Norvos for some reason.

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Jon stayed LC of The Wall and somehow had three kids with a silent sister.

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Bran and Arya remained lost.
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Re: The Dragon Has Three Heads (AAR)

PostPosted by Swoosh » Sun Aug 02, 2015 20:48

Awesome so far! Can't wait to see more :D
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Re: The Dragon Has Three Heads (AAR)

PostPosted by jsdunc » Mon Aug 03, 2015 14:49

Chapter 3: The Game

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Tyrion Lannister sat upon the Iron Throne.
"The state granaries are empty my lords," he said to the assembled court.
"Then import more!" someone shouted from the throng.
"The flow of imported Eastern grain has been halted by the sack of Qarth, there is no more to be had," Tyrion replied,
"Sacked by your son!" the same voice shouted. Tyrion gave the Goldcloaks a quick a nod and a figure was grabbed from the crowd and hustled out of the Throne Room. A stay in the black cells should do that mouthy shit some good he thought.
"My lords and ladies," Tyrion stepped wearily to his feet, "the king and his council are doing everything in their power to ensure the kingdom has the food it needs to survive this long winter. I know you are scared and hungry, so are we all, but once the grain arrives the granaries will be opened. There is no more to be said." Tyrion signaled the court was over and began to leave. The council are doing everything in their power, the king is still on his seemingly never ending fucking honeymoon.
Suddenly a man burst into the hall, the Gold Cloaks quickly intercepted him and held him back.
"Your Grace!" he shouted, his voice hoarse, before fainting away and collapsing to the floor, his black cloak covering his face.

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Aerys stood alone in the oppressively dark great hall of Casterly Rock, the Lannister scarlet and gold long since painted over by Tararyen black and red and dragon banners hung from the ceiling. It was past midnight and the castle seemed entirely deserted, except for the carved stone lions that seemed to emerge from every wall. His father didn't keep many servants anyway, no one did, servants were just extra mouths to feed, might as well save the grain and pour your own wine.
He'd been honeymooning at the Rock for the better part of three months and had little desire to return to Kings Landing, with it's infinite problems and zero solutions.
"Aerys?" said a voice behind him,

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He turned to see his wife Rowena, aunt to Lady Paramount Arra Umber of the North, standing behind him. She could be lazy, tricky and changeable as the wind but Gods how he loved her bravery, her fierce pride in who she was and the way she disdained the cold. As bad as the winter was in the south, the North was ten times worse. Aerys had completely given himself to his young new wife and she to him, no more dalliances or quick trips to the brothel. He stomach swelled gently with child.
"Rowena," Aerys said, stretching out his hand. She came to him and they embraced, her head resting on his shoulder. Aerys was not a short man but Rowena was a towering woman, at least a head taller than the king.
"Still can't sleep?" she asked raising her head to look in his eyes,
"We're fucked Rowena," Aeyrs moved from her embrace and turned to the great portrait of his mother which adorned the eastern wall. "A Queen's Mercy" it was called. In the image Tommen "the Lannister kitten" kneeled before the queen, raising his crown towards her. Daenerys herself looked resplendent, standing with a sword in one hand and black cloak in the other, a bright sun behind her head. Tommen had vanished with his wife before reaching the Wall. The Gods only knew where they were now.

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The portrait conveniently left out the fact Jamie and Cersei Lannister had been fed to his mother's dragon.
"You worry too much," Rowena went to embrace him again. Aerys shook her off.
"It's unsustainable," Aerys said, beginning to pace, "The cold is spreading east, grain is becoming more scarce and more expensive. Every day there are less and less small-folk." Aerys picked up a half-drunk goblet of wine from a nearby table.
"Winter always ends my love," Rowana said
"When?" Aerys snapped, "When the fuck does it end?" Aerys manically strode up and down the hall room ranting. "It's thirty years, thirty years of never-ending winter!" Aerys stopped suddenly, "And it's my job to fix it? How do I fight the cold Rowana? Do you know, does she?" he pointed at the portrait, "My dear mother who left me this poisoned chalice!" he threw his chalice of wine at the portrait of his mother. The portrait slid from the wall and fell to the floor. The crash of its thick frame crashing off the marble floor echoed through the hall. Behind the portrait an old damaged fresco was revealed, a middle aged man with golden hair stared sternly outwards, one arm around a mousey brown-haired women and the other resting on the shoulder of a blonde boy standing beside a blonde girl and an even smaller boy. Aerys realized with a start that the small boy was a dwarf.

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Aerys had never seen an image of his grandfather before. All statues and portraits of him had been destroyed after Daenerys' conquest. Why had Tyrion just covered this one? Why had he not painted over this part of the wall with the rest? A longing for a simpler time perhaps.
"Did he win?" Aerys asked, seemingly to himself.
"Win?" asked Rowana.
"Win. Tywin, my grandfather," Aerys gestured to the fresco, "He wanted his grandson to be king and I am his grandson." Aerys stared into his grandfather's eyes, the paint was flaking slightly. "In any normal arrangement I would be a Lannister not a Targaryen. Do you think he'd be satisfied with me?"
"What is this all about Aerys? Why haven't we returned to Kings Landing?" Rowana asked.
"I can't go back." Aerys refused to meet her eye.
"Why?"
"I'm useless. No king can save Westeros."
"Then leave!" Rowana's voice was suddenly harsh, "Get on your dragon and fly away to Yi Ti or Asshai where it's still warm."
"What are you..." Aerys began,
"If you're going to be a coward at least commit to it!" Rowana spat back "Your grandfather would be disappointed in you. Your mother would be disgusted." Rowana turned and stormed out of the hall.

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The next morning Aerys and Rowana stood shivering outside the Rock as their few servants loaded their luggage into a wagon, they were going back to Kings Landing.
"You're doing the right thing," Rowana smiled at Aerys who nodded tensely. They stepped up into the carriage and a footman came to close the door. The peace of the scene was interrupted by the sound of distant hoof beats.
"Halt!" Shouted Ser Rolly Duck. Aerys peered out and saw Ser Rolly exchanging quick words with the rider. Ser Rolly strode over to the carriage.
"A rider from your father your grace," he said, "The Nights Watch sends word. The Wall has fallen."

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Re: The Dragon Has Three Heads (AAR)

PostPosted by Max14354 » Mon Aug 03, 2015 18:31

You have talent. Few people really commit to their stories. Its turning out rather interesting, keep it going.
Ps:I like how you portrait old Tyrion.
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Re: The Dragon Has Three Heads (AAR)

PostPosted by blackninja9939 » Mon Aug 03, 2015 18:54

I am really really liking this! Keep it up it is a very interesting read!
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Re: The Dragon Has Three Heads (AAR)

PostPosted by jsdunc » Mon Aug 03, 2015 19:27

Thanks people! I'm just about to put the next one up.
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Re: The Dragon Has Three Heads (AAR)

PostPosted by UDK450 » Mon Aug 03, 2015 19:33

I as well am really liking this AAR. Most AARs have only short accounts of various happenings, whereas you have managed to take a specific happening or two and elaborate on it. I'm thinking of trying to focus on doing something more like this, rather than my usual, when the next patch comes out.
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Re: The Dragon Has Three Heads (AAR)

PostPosted by SinStar87 » Mon Aug 03, 2015 19:56

Entertaining read, if I may make a suggestion, could you put links to the next chapter at the end of the chapters for easier navigation?

UDK450 wrote:Most AARs have only short accounts of various happenings, ...

Well not sure what else you expected, far as I'm aware, that's pretty much what After Action Reports are.
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Re: The Dragon Has Three Heads (AAR)

PostPosted by jsdunc » Mon Aug 03, 2015 20:02

...could you put links to the next chapter at the end of the chapters for easier navigation?


That's a good idea. I'll just do that.

Most AARs have only short accounts of various happenings, whereas you have managed to take a specific happening or two and elaborate on it.


Lol yeah. I realised I'm basically writing fan-fiction. But I'm enjoying it so I figured I'd keep going.
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Re: The Dragon Has Three Heads (AAR)

PostPosted by jsdunc » Mon Aug 03, 2015 20:51

Chapter 4: The Night That Never Ends

It was just before dawn and Aerys III Targaryan was back in Kingslanding. The King was filled with purpose for the first time in years. In his full battle armor, black steel breast-plate with the dragon of house Targaryan across and dragon skull pauldrons, he felt ten feet taller. Finally something to fight! he thought finally a task to accomplish! He took the stairs up the Tower of the Hand two at a time, his Kingsguard struggling to keep up.

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"Lord Tyrion is still asleep your grace," said the groggy porter, struggling to hide his annoyance at being woken so early.
"Well I'll just have to wake him up!" Aerys pushed his way into the Hand's chambers, "Father! Out of bed! Your king demands it!" Aerys laughed out loud. "Lord Hand!" he continued, in faux-formality, "The king desires the presence of his most trusted adviser!" He reached Tyrion's bed side and the smile vanished off Aerys' face. Tyrion Lannister, former king-consort of The Seven Kingdoms, Lord of Casterly Rock and Hand of the King lay completely still, his mismatched eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. A sheen of frost over his skin.

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Aerys had barely taken a moment to mourn is father. There had been preparations to make and plans to draw up, the absence of his father's keen mind had been felt keenly. The Iron Fleet had been the first to leave, led by Lord Paramount Harlaw. The Ironborn were laden down with wildfyre and sailed north to Eastwatch-By-The-Sea. For weeks, during the first stages of Aerys' march north, breathless reports had arrived daily from Lord Harlaw about his victories over the army of the dead, how they'd burned them out of their holes and set the great forest beyond the Wall ablaze. Then suddenly the reports stopped.

***

Aerys rode upon the back of Viserion ahead of the the army. Viserion breathed a quick blast of flame over the King's Road to clear the snow, they'd been doing this the entire way, for weeks, and had yet to reach Winterfell.

"Your grace," said Ser Rolly Duck, "We lost fifty more men in the night." Aerys sighed, every morning the reports were the same. More men dead from the frost or deserted, he'd lost a toe himself. The Lords of Westeros and his siblings had answered his call to arms but the smallfolk doing the actual marching seemed far less eager to go north, where the nights were so long the sun barely rose.
"Thank you Ser Rolly," Aerys said, "We should reach Winterfell and join up with Lady Umber within the day, hopefully no more will fall before then."

***

Winterfell was a dour and dreary place and Aerys was glad to leave it behind. But the Wall was much worse. Everywhere were the signs of battle but no bodies and it was constantly as dark as midnight, as a never ending blizzard chilled the bones and turned flesh black. The Riverlords had arrived first and driven off the few wights they found still shambling about the ruins of Castle Black. Lord Patrek Mallister greeted the king's party.
"It's a pleasure to see you here your grace," he paused to cough raggedly, "hopefully your dragon will bring us some much needed warmth." Aerys shook the old lord's hand,
"It pleases me greatly to see you here my lord, I have heard nothing from the north since Lord Harlaw's reports stopped coming," said Aerys,
"Ravens can't survive in this weather your grace," said Mallister, "But we do have news. A fleet of ships passed Eastwatch-By-The-Sea flying the harpy of Ghiscar and Drogon was seen flying above them."
"I see," Barristan was supposed to wait for me here thought Aerys, "Any news from Lord Harlaw or Lord Commander Roxton."
"None your grace, but we found Roxton's blade Orphan-Maker," Mallister gestured to a guard who produced the sword, pommel decorated with interlocking gold rings and black valyrian steel blade.
"We shall return it to his family when we are done here,"
"There is no family your grace, he was the last of his line. By rights the sword is yours."
Aerys took the sword in his hand, black steel like his armor, a kingly weapon indeed. But the cost... How many times had he received letters from the Lord Commander warning him of this? Every couple of months at least. If only he'd listened. I will avenge you Aerys thought I will avenge every man, woman and child killed by your armies and your damned cold.

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"Thank you Lord Mallister, I will carry it with pride,"
BLAST
Aerys started at the noise of the horn.
"It's okay your grace, we have adopted the signal system of the Nights Watch. One blast just means..."
BLAST
BLAST

***

"Soldiers of Westeros!" Aerys shouted from the back of Viserion, "Today the long night ends! Today we will banish the dark forever and end thirty years of hellish winter," he drew Orphan-Maker from its scabbard and held it above his head, "Today we become legends!" The ten thousand soldiers of the Vale, the North and the Crownlands cheered their king. Still holding Orphan-Maker high kicked his heels into Viserion sides and the dragon took to the air.
"Fire and Blood!" he shouted,
"Fire and Blood!" came the reply.

***

From above the Wall Aerys could see everything. The trebuchets on the wall rained canisters of wildfyre down on the heads of the oncoming army of the dead. Such were there numbers that they appeared like a liquid pouring towards the Wall, with the occasional mounted White Walker standing still amongst them. A cannister landed directly atop a White Walker, which disappeared in a flurry of green fire with an unearthly howl. The men on the Wall cheered. Now is the time thought Aerys and he dived to wards the army of dead.
“DRACARYS!” Aerys screamed. Viserion let out a blast of golden flame.

***

Viserion and Aerys dived and bombed amongst the army of the dead. Aerys let himself by taken over by the sheer pleasure of the movement and destruction. He spent the Gods only know how long reducing wights and White Walkers to cinders and pools of water. He flew high and paused to take stock of the battle. Wights were scaling the Wall, faster than seemed possible. Blue eyed abominations thought Aerys they feel no fear and they do not tire . He flew quickly to support his men. Viserion landed with a crash amongst the wights and began swiping them left and right. Aerys jumped off his back and drew Orphan-Maker. The notes the Nights Watch left behind said valaryian steel could kill these creatures quickly, and they were right. The wights recoiled from Orphan-Maker as if it were flame.

Aerys looked about, the creatures were dispatched. He raised his blade in victory and realised he a Viserion were alone. Looking over the Wall into Castle Black he saw why. The Umber and Mallister banners were riding south as fast as they could and everywhere were wights, killing indiscriminately. The battle was over, they had lost.

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Re: The Dragon Has Three Heads (AAR)

PostPosted by Max14354 » Mon Aug 03, 2015 22:14

Nice. Please dont end this too soon.
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Chapter 5: You Win Or You Die

He'd fallen back to Winterfell with what remained of his army. The armies of the Westerlands, the Stormlands, Dorne and New Valaryia met him there. Followed closely by the ragged remains of the Iron Born and Ghiscari armies. Aerys sat with a council of his high lords, the seven great houses of Westeros; the young Lady Lara Selmy, Prince Edric Dayne, Lord Garth Hightower, Lord Mervyn Sarsfield, Lord Vickon Harlaw, Lord Patrek Mallister, Lord Guston Arryn and their host Lady Arra Umber, when his siblings walked into the assembly.
"Brother, sister," Aerys nodded, but did not rise from his seat.
"Brother," said Rhaella. Barristan just nodded back. They were all dejected and exhausted. The White Walkers were slaughtering them.
“So what are we going to do?” asked Prince Dayne,
“We can't just wait here for them to come to us!” said Lord Arryn,
“Why not, they'll be upon us in a matter of days?” said Lady Umber
“Because we couldn't defend the Wall!” shouted Lord Mallister rising to his feet, “How can we expect to defend Winterfe...” he was cut off by a coughing fit. He coughed up blood and collapsed back into his chair. Everyone jumped to their feet. Prince Dayne was next to Mallister and was the first to his side.
“He's dead,” said Dayne. Everyone was quite for a moment.
“Take him outside and burn him now,” said Barristan,
“This isn't your empire brother,” said Aerys, “Give us a damn moment.”
“Forgive me for trying to protect us from an undead creature,”
“His name was Petrek! The last of the noble house Mallister!”
“If you can't do what has to be done...”
Suddenly Mallister was on his feet, his eyes glowing blue. He knocked Prince Dayne aside and wrapped his hands around Lord Arryn's neck. Aerys quickly spun and unsheathed Orphan-Maker, it sliced through the air and cut straight through Mallisters neck. The head came away and hit the ground with a dull thud, leaving a smoking stump of a neck.

***

The scouts spotted the Walkers just a few hours later. The argument whether to leave Winterfell became moot, there was no time now. Aerys stood with his siblings watching the army approaching.
“So...” Rhaella smiled at Aerys, “It's not to late to fly away to Sothoryos.
“We could always just head west?” said Aerys, “See what's beyond the Sunset sea?”
“Hmmm, that's not bad,” replied Rhaella, “Or the Summer Isles? Father once told me the Summer Islanders have a God with seven...”
“Will you two shut up?” said Barristan, “Are we fighting or flying?”
“I'm fighting,” said Aerys, “But this isn't your kingdom, you two don't need to die here with me.” The army was close now, they could clearly hear the groans of the wights.
“I was born in Westeros, might as well die in Westeros,” Rhaella shrugged, “I didn't have anything better planned today anyway.”
“I am so sick of this fucking winter,” said Barristan, “perzys ānogār.”
“Perzys ānogār,” replied Rhaella,
“My High Valaryian's a bit rusty...” said Aerys,
“It means 'fire and blood',” Rhaella slapped him on the back, “you dolt.”

***

Stick to the plan thought Aerys Just stick to plan and maybe we don't all die. He flew straight at the army of the dead atop Viserion, beside Rhaella atop Rhaegal and Barristan atop Drogon. The armies of Westeros, Ghiscar and New Valaryia stayed behind the walls of Westeros raining flaming arrows down upon the army of the dead. The wights had a harder time climbing stone than they had had climbing ice. The siblings split up. Rhaella headed to the left flank, Aerys to the right and Barristan down the center. Hitting them with continues blasts of flame they split the army of the dead into two seperate parts, split off from each other. Seeing the army split apart Aerys raised the dragon banner above his head to give the signal. Suddenly postern gates opened in the walls of Winterfell.
Outrode Dothraki screamers equiped with every valaryian steel sword in the Essos and Westeros. They charged up the smouldering empty columns slicing wights left and right as they charged. Following them came the Legions of Ghis, their spear-tips replaced with flaming torches, they formed a single line and drove forward into the herded wights, chanting in Ghiscari. Finally came the remains of the armies of Westeros, torches in place of swords, shouting the words of their house and the names of fallen friends. The army of the dead completely corraled the siblings decended on the army of the dead.

***

The destruction was near complete. No quarter was giving as the living forced the dead into a tighter and tighter space. Aerys swooped low, aiming at the Wight Walker at the center who seemed to be some sort of authority figure. A wight suddenly threw another into the air, it's blade slicing into Visarion's wing. Both dragon and rider crashed into the middle of the undead hoard.

Visarion set about himself with golden flame, the stream allbut completely unbroken. Aerys got to his feet, his left arm hurt like hell and wouldn't move, but his sword arm was still good. He unsheathed Orphan-Maker and struck out. He cut down two wights and Visarion engulfed a White Walker in flames who got too close. The lead White Walker charged forward, he ducked forward and Visarion didn't notice him closing. The White Walker aimed its ice-blade directly at Visarion's throat. Aerys swang Orphan-Maker and blocked the attack, the impact echoed up his arm. The White Walker looked Aerys in the eye and screamed something in its unholy language, it sounded like the crackling of ice. The White Walker took it's free arm and slapped Aerys to the ground.

The world span, and Aerys found he could not stand. I'll just rest for a moment he thought Just for a moment. The world was suddenly orange, green, purple and gold. And then it was black.

***

A strange heat played upon Aerys' skin. Gentler than fire but far warmer than the sun. Where am I? Aerys found himself thinking. He forced an eye open. Big mistake. The room lurched around him and he vomited off the side of the bed. I'm in a bed? he thought, Not dead then. He let him self drift off to sleep.

His eyes opened. The room was filled with a strange yellow light. His sister was sleeping in a chair in the corner.
“Rhaella...” he croaked. She started awake.
“Aerys!” she lept to her feet, “I knew you weren't the heroic death type!”
“What is...” Aerys struggled to speak, he gestured to the window. Rhaella suddenly had tears in her eyes.
“It's the sun brother,” she said, “it's the sun of spring,”

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