caleb age of heroes.htm
Aint That A Kick To The Head. Origins of a hero
Shogun Tokugawa reveled in the beauty of the scene. The sun
was shining, the sky was clear, all around him was greenery. His entourage were
laughing and having fun, his wife was beautiful, and the food was divine. He
reached down for the sandwich to find it gone. Up like a shot he looked around.
A small furry object was dragging the food off into the forest.
"Oni." Tokugawa sighed.
At that word several of his warriors leapt to their feet,
swords drawn. Tokugawa bid them sit down and laughed.
"A little one!"
His warriors saw the tiny thing dragging the sandwich away and laughed also.
Tokugawa marched over and grabbed the food. The ball of fluff did not let go.
"M I N E!" It screamed.
Tokugawa shook it in an effort to dislodge it, but ended up tearing the food in
half.
"Huh." He grunted. Then casually booted the ball of fur away and
returned to the picnic.
The small creature rolled around holding its head and groaning. Its head spun
and its vision blurred. After some hours it regained its senses. It found itself
in the middle of an empty road. The sun set behind it, the sky was red before
it. It paused for a moment, lost in that instant. Then straightened up, pulled
its fur out of its eyes, and announced
"I’m gonna be a big hero some day."
With that Caleb proudly marched into the game.
Being A Report By: - Agent Cerebrus
To: - High council.
As regards: - Caleb, and his independence.
My lords, you have requested my assessment of the threat that Caleb could pose should he become independent. I know that this report will be a precursor to a removal operation of which I will undoubtedly be part, and so by the time you read this report I will have taken my own life, rather than face Caleb.
I will now begin my report on what is known of Caleb's History.
He was born one of a brood of one hundred Oni, a half-breed
of Demon and Human, his parents are unknown. Oni Generally are only mischievous,
desiring theft, and murder above all else. Caleb’s desires are clearly
different, no one knows why. Even at this early age he was set aside from his
kind.
As a child he wandered the land, seeking adventure and acquiring skill. He was
recruited into the guild in his early teens, and proved to be a formidable agent
indeed.
On a mission to Titan, he encountered the Rock Golem Priotus. His friendship with said golem was a catalyst for the changes that have now brought about the possibility of his independence.
I know that you will expect more of a report, but even with our resources, we
can find nothing more. Truly he has earned his title, he is the Master.
As to Caleb’s threat level, I would respectfully suggest puckering up and kissing your Asses goodbye. I have. Caleb is a killer without compare, he can drop even the mightiest foe in seconds, and trust me, I’m not referring to our agents, I’m referring to MIGHTY opponents like phantoms, and vampires. Gods, I once saw him whip through the undead to rescue a boy. I couldn’t see him move dammit! He was so fast, so efficient, so.... Deadly.
Anyway, I’m slowly bleeding to death through a hole in my gut so ill be brief, I want to write a letter to my wife as well. Basically your situation can be summed up by this equation.
Caleb = Death.
Your faithful Servant
Cerberus.
