Red-hot iron, white-hot iron, cold-black iron; an iron taste, and iron smell, and a Babel of iron sounds.
-A Duel of Autarchs [1]
Raziel and Jophiel, both great warriors, great thinkers and great statesmen. Thus when the Autarch Camael died, there was no clear successor, the regency council was still effectivly divided on the successor. And as such when Raziel and Jophiel approached the capital they took with them vast armies and rallied their allies to them, and whilst no open battle took place, all accross the Kingdom various skirmishes and minature battles broke out.
The Observance of the Autarchs passing was more sombre than usual. Everyone expected a war, and they eyed the other Nobility, wondering who would die and who would live. The brothers had been seated next to each other, many wondered if either would seek to end the war before it had begun, although such an act in such a Holy place would have dire consequences.
And then, some would have sworn that the two had been muttering to each other, but the moment passed and the ceremony continued. And after it had ended both leaders retreated to their respective camps.
The next day opened, dreach[2]. And the two armies lined up to each other. And then Jophiel broke with a small retinue under a flag and rode to the centre. Dismounted.
Many in Raziels urged him to take advantage of this and let his archers fire upon the group, Raziels response has been enscribed and remembered: "There can be no Order from such an act of Evil". And is generally attributed to allowing the following to take place.
Raziel rode to the centre with his own retinue of men.
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"I feared for a moment you would set your archers upon me, Brother," Jophiel called out to him.
"I saw the void in the eyes of the Phoenix today, I saw flames consuming this Kingdom Jophiel," Raziel replied, a faint smile on his lips "We are agreed on the conditions?"
"By Oath, I could never forget. Let us begin".
And thus, the Brothers drew their swords and began to duel, and the armies watched, uncertain of their lieges wishes. Eventually word spread; they were settling the outcome without resorting to Chaos.
The Clang of Swords was clearly audiable, and then Raziel drew blood, Jophiel stood back his wound dripping blood onto his sword.
"Lead them well mine Autarch"
And he kneeled.
[1] Do we have iron? Its a good quote nonetheless call it embellishment by a later writer.
[2] Scottish word, not sure if all of you know it, certainly wasn't online in a google search dictionary. Dreach basically means overcast dark clouds, looks like its going to rain, but doesn't just hangs there.
Anyway, I've just established a dangerous precedent, one that I hope to have fun with. I must ask myself why I like causing such pain and ruin to my nations