(Robert): Rebellion!
The crimes of House Targaryen were too heinous to go unanswered.
The noble Houses of Baratheon, Stark, and Arryn,
united to oppose and overthrow the line of the cursed dragon kings.
While Ned Stark and Arryn secured an alliance with the Tullys of Riverrun,
I called the banners of Storm's End
and rode out in force against the Mad King and his minions.
Gods, those were some battles!
Our first victory occurred at Summerhall
where I faced off against an army of dragon loyalists
and won three battles in a single day -
three in one day!
Seven hells, that was a glorious day!
We tried to take Ashford Castle in the Reach,
but the Tyrells beat us back.
We had to regroup.
My army was pursued north by Aerys' army
and took refuge in the Stoney Sept in the riverlands.
When the Targaryen army entered the town,
the sept bells tolled,
a signal to the townspeople of the battle that was to come.
As the Targaryens searched from house to house for me,
the combined forces of Ned Stark and the Tullys swept into the city.
Gods, what a day that was!
It's now known as the Battle of the Bells.
We overwhelmed the Mad King's forces
and sent them scampering back to King's Landing.
Aerys' son, Rhaegar, who started the whole damn thing,
finally emerged from hiding in the South,
and assembled his own army to face us.
As for the Mad King, he must have been pissing himself.
The battle that would decide the fate of the Seven Kingdoms
occurred at the crossing of the Green Fork of the Trident river.
Rhaegar commanded the royal host, which was some 40,000 strong.
My forces were outnumbered by nearly 5,000 men,
but that didn't matter.
They were fresh,
but we were battle hardened and had justice on our side.
As the battle raged around us, I faced off with Rhaegar -
the stag and the dragon right there in the ford of the river.
I fought with the fury of ten men,
raining blow after blow upon that vile prince
before burying my war hammer in his chest.
I hit him so hard, the rubies on his armor broke free,
flinging them into the stream.
They call it the Ruby Ford now.
With that scum Rhaegar dead and the royal army shattered,
our next move was to make for King's Landing.
But I'd sustained a few wounds in the battle and was unable to ride.
I sent Ned Stark to the capital
to face the Mad King and make him pay for his crimes.