Post by Jack of Names on Jul 24, 2016 3:46:46 GMT
The Hadorian Conclave
As The Machine, We Forge On
The Hadorian Conclave was once an industrial nation named Kybur, built when the planet was first colonized. Within barely a decade the people of Kybur had become extraordinarily unsatisfied with their governing body, a "monarchy" in all but name headed by the wealthy tycoon who owned the grand majority of lucrative mines and mineral deposits within the nation. It was not long until a revolution came to pass. At it's head charged a charismatic and controversial figure, former Deputy-General and Master Engineer Mance Hador. it was his words that truly inspired the people to fight for change, and his battle plans that led to victory after victory. Mance dreamed of a perfect ruling body, made up of only the most intelligent minds best capable of rational decision making. Who better to shoulder the burden of an entire country than they? Mance Hador would die as the movement came to a head, but the people were victorious. He was hailed as a great founding father to the nation which would eventually be named after him, and the nation of his dreams would become a reality.
Hador was plagued with troubles from the start, however. In the wake of Mance Hador's death certain groups within his movement had formed their own splinter factions, and as the budding nation began to blossom they began to bicker and squabble. Hador's message of a ruling body acting as the paragon of intelligence was clear, but it seemed every further division of the people had a different idea about who that should be. The nation of Hador lasted for nearly five years before becoming 'The Allied States of Hador' instead, the infighting between various political factions finally becoming too much to keep the nation in one piece. Five micro-nations now did their best to make 'allied' more than a political suggestion, but total war between the states was only barely avoided on more than a few occasions.
And then the asteroid hit. The states of Hador were woefully unprepared for not only the impact, but the toxic substance spreading into the atmosphere that followed. All except one. One state had been quite quiet during the squabbling over lands and technology that seemed to fill the days of the other four. They were the smallest state as far as total land mass, known as the Heritage Conclave. As the asteroid neared the Conclave offered as much aid to all other citizens of any Hadorian state as they could, sheltering them within massive underground bunkers they had constructed for that very purpose should some sort of doomsday event come to pass. The people who once mocked the Conclave for being fanatics now turned to them for leadership as they weathered the toxic planetary storm underground, and the Conclave was happy to oblige.
With the people united once again, the Heritage Conclave quickly became the Hadorian Conclave, and it was here within these carefully crafted and efficiently lit tunnels and bunkers that the seeds of a new grand nation would form. There were no differences acknowledged between any man here except for the breadth of his knowledge. A true technocracy had been born. The High Magos, their tested and elected leader, ruled justly and efficiently along with their council of Magisters to ensure order, peace and above all: progression. The storm would not last forever, and the Conclave needed to be ready for the day when they could stand on surface soil once more.