Saturday, June 19, 2010
Purple Twilight and Sage: The Veiled Riders
Covered in trail-dust and fringed with the auric glimmers of things best not mentioned, the Veiled Riders are data-scavengers, unrepentant outlaws and oneiric bandits who have been known to rob the dreams of the rich and haunt the nightmares of tyrants. Wordless and speechless, the Riders visibly seethe with the accumulated spirits and fragmentary AI that they've culled, stolen or harvested from more than a hundred failed colonies, broken societies, collapsed ecologies and dead settlements. They are legion. Even when they ride alone.
It is said that to look past the dusty goggles of a Veiled Rider is to look deep into the icy luminance of a hell for which there is no name, not that any name would ever be needed. Those who know it, know it well from long association and familiarity and are most likely already counted amongst the Veiled Riders. Or they soon will be. Those who do not know of it are blessed in their ignorance.
Cold, hard, forlorn and forsaken, ever-wandering nomads of the far wildernesses, hung all about with the shimmering traces of ghosts collected from a million broken machines, each one carries their own unique collection of talismans and tokens from their various finds, the abandoned spirits that they've released from one form of bondage unto another, the fractured datanets scavenged from ruined places that are no longer on anyone's maps.