Hassan Alim Hadad Jul 16, 2013 16:12:19 GMT
Post by Sp00ky on Jul 16, 2013 16:12:19 GMT
Act 1. The Chains of Servitude
Act 1. The Chains of Servitude
Common Year 2476
Cataran Year 198
Catar, The Wandering City
There were many ways to describe the ever-moving metropolis of the great Cataran civilization. To those who dwelt amongst its towering golden spires and beautiful gardens the city was a source of comfort, security and pride. For the various desert settlers who formed the bulk of the Cataran population it was a place of wonder and mysticism, the embodiment of divine authority and - some would claim - the single greatest reason for their collective existence. To the hated Sali in their northern mountain holds the city was a blight upon the southern desert lands and a constant reminder of the schism they had suffered some two centuries ago. The Cataran capital was thus a place of great symbolic importance to many different people for various different reasons.
But there was one person within the city who cared little for its supposed cultural significance. Born into a life of luxury as a son of one of the city’s most influential Sheikhs, Hassan Alim Hadad had spent most of his life within the confines of his family’s vast and illustrious estates. Though taught by the finest scholars Catar had to offer and raised in a highly devout environment, Hassan had been unable to fully appreciate many of his people’s most sacred traditions. Where most of his kinsmen thought of the search for the world-spirit’s mortal equivalent as the fulfillment of their people’s divine obligations, Hassan considered it a wasteful distraction preventing them from solving many of their society’s most crippling dysfunctions. Slow-phased trade, lacking organization and rampant poverty in many of the settled desert regions had plagued the Cataran’s since the time of the great migration. While most city-dwellers were content with conditions that had existed for as long as they could remember, Hassan had grown spiteful of a system that – according to himself – was hindering his people from achieving their full potential. Rather than stagnation his people could have been amongst the greatest and wealthiest nations in the world, defiant in the face of Dominion aggression and second only to the Archons themselves.
If not for the constant search for ghosts his city would surely become the largest trading hub in history, his people would acquire stable trade routes and the desert settlements would find themselves enriched. It was his hope that his people would one day shift their attention to other matters than the perfection of a woefully silent spirit. Maybe then they would be ready to oppose those nations whose spirits had proven to be anything but passive.
But those were thoughts for another time. Today was the day when he would finally leave the comforts of childhood and enter the world of his farther and brothers. Hassan would ascend to manhood with the songs and cheers of his family. The guests had arrived and the food had been ready for hours. The only thing missing… was Hassan.
His farther would not be pleased.