Egypt. Land of sand, and water. The desert, and the Nile. Death, and life. Things Aegon knew all too well.
He rode on Balerion the Black Dread, far over the deceptively deadly sand dunes and out of reach by any mortal weapon. The barbarians in the area had been known to lay traps in the sand, covering pits with tan hides. They hid in the holes, waiting to ambush his more heavily armed troops. In the months he had been in this wasteland, he learned that the natives were worthy opponents, fierce in battle and cunning as foxes. Their darker skin seemed to protect them from the sun, and was almost the same color as the dunes themselves.
They were most concentrated along the river they called the Nile... Aegon would have to find a better name for it some day. The Nile seemed to be the only source of fresh water in these lands, aside from a few small ponds in the desert. The natives guarded all of these water sources fiercely, rather than just leave for somewhere that better supported their primitive lifestyle. They would submit or leave, otherwise the fools pay... such as those in the small group Aegon saw a mile away, preparing to ambush the small force of Targaryen soldiers he was flying above.
A mile is hardly any distance for a dragon in flight. The natives could not actually tell when a dragon was above them until its shadow fell upon their forfeited lives. Balerion would fly so high in the sky that he appeared to be a mere black bird. Unfortunately for the Egyptians, a diving dragon is the fastest thing alive. Aegon had Balerion swoop down to attack with a mere tap of his hand. His fierce dragon fell upon the natives quite literally before they knew what hit them: They smelt the fire before they saw the danger.
Half their number lie dead or dying by the dark dragonfire, the rest scattering like the wind. Balerion had no trouble in hunting them down. He ate well, and knew there was much more flesh to feast upon later. After his pet had finished his meal, the Black Dread took the skies once more, the king of Dragonstone upon his back. The pair had grown up together, it was said, but Aegon knew that his companion would outlive him by hundreds of years. His legacy was both the dragon he had tamed, and this empire they would carve: An empire to last the ages. An empire of Fire and Blood.
In addition to Aegon's campaign in Egypt, he sent scouts out to the west. His war effort was stalled slightly, but he would rather take an opportunity to find more trade partners by the horns. Gold was needed more than land, after all. Speaking of gold,
35LP into trade center on Driftmark, 12LP into Driftmark city, 10LP into Dragonstone, and 10LP into King's Landing. Also,
accept research agreement with Jerusalem