A drifter of megalithic uncertainty ; The Red Rider defined the grey. From a land and a time of banditry, recklessness, indulgence and murder, he was a perfect product of his environment. Through time immemorial sentients would say “I belong in a different Era”. This thought would not cross his mind nay once throughout his turbulent existence. One day he would be called the Executioner, and the next no more than a town over, he would be hailed a Saviour. The symbolism did not escape him, he simply did not care for the paradox. With the knowledge that each township could be the last he entered, his breath was steady, and his aim always true. Some say a trail of flame and embers shadowed h...