Disclaimer, I do not own Log Horizon, in any way shape or form.
Note from me. I recently started watching Log Horizon, and really enjoyed it and couldn't stop myself from writing a story. I'm still learning about this series, the world it's about, the terms used, the skills for the classes, the many sub-jobs, it's all very new to me. So not everything is well CANON I'll be making this up on the fly, so bear with me and read for fun. Alright now that we've cleared that up let's go!
Chapter One – The Catastrophe
Chrisco woke up in a daze, as his eyes flickered upon he was greeted by a blue sky, birds singing happily, lush greenery as far as he could see and confusion. When he went to bed that night he was in his bed, after working a long shift at work he had settled into his bed after download the latest patch for Elder Tale, and now…now he was in the middle of some forest.
Where am I…what the heck is going on? Did my family play some kind of prank on me?
Chrisco looked around, observing his surroundings. He lived in Mississauga, a small city in Ontario, a province in Canada. Going off of that he concluded that it would be nigh impossible for anyone he knew to pull off a scheme of this magnitude…no. This was something else and on a much grander scale. Looking at his hands and feet he could see he was wearing some sort of light clothing, which seemed similar but nothing came to mind.
I won't find any answers by staying here, I have to move and gather information on here I am.
Picking himself up from the ground Chrisco began to move, walking straight ahead, if anything he'd get a clue as to where he was. Marching onward he looked at towards the bushes and trees to that surrounded and noticed that occasionally a pair of glaring red eyes would watch him, but nothing more, simply watching. Chrisco picked up his pace, unnerved by the confusion and the danger he may very well be in.
As his walk turned into a brisk jog, fear began to infect him, his mind raced and heart pounding and jog turning into a full on sprint.
What the hell is going on?!
That was all he could manage to think as he ran through the woods fear his new motivation. As he was slowly reason and succumbing to instinct he stumbled on his on feet and fell onto the ground a loud thump being heard by any nearby. Embarrassed and his eyes closed as he lay on the floor he cursed under his breath.
"Shit…why does this have to happen to me." As he opened his eyes he slightly jumped at the sight. A status screen.
Hold up, these items are familiar. Wait a minute.
Still laying on the cold earth beneath him Chrisco navigated through the menu and was reminded of the items and equipment he had in Elder Tale, but that was impossible right?
I couldn't be in a game. That doesn't even make sense, you can't simply go into a game…but of all the logical ideas I have this one makes the most sense, the HP BAR, my skills, mounts, items its all here-
"HELP ME!" Chrisco looked up in the direction of the voice, straight ahead and likely a girl's. He choose to ignore it, whatever was happening, whoever was in trouble well they'd have to deal with it themself. As he got off of the ground he continued to walk and play with the menu, putting the stanger in peril in the back of his mind.
As he looked over the small amount of skills he had he when to his friend list, empty. He was a loner, or rather he was now. He'd made some pretty bad choices when he played started out in this game and now, now he had to pay for it, he was a solo player now, whether he liked it or no-
Another blood-curling cry echoed from the woods, it was more desperate than the last, whoever it was they were scarred, hurt, confused, much like he was a few hours earlier. Closing the menu Chrisco's gaze was fixed in the direction of the girl, whoever it was…well help was on the way; just this once.
Running towards the distressed damsel Chrisco ran, faster than he thought he could, at least in the real world, he'd never have reached speeds like this. As he jumped over bushes, dodged trees and steered clear of the menacing eyes he eventually came to a clearing. A warrior was slashing away at a girl, her HP dropping as he continued to hack away at his victim.
Chrisco felt his stomach tighten as he was reminded of the past; sickening. Then again who was he to talk.
"Hey, don't you think you've had enough fun, why don't you do yourself a favour and run off now." The male warrior stopped, and a devious grin spread across his face.
"See guys told you it'd work again!" the warrior said amused at his ploy, stopping his assault on the female. As he did two more players emerged from the woods, laughing.
"Looks like you were right Mike, what do you want a damn medal?" A guardian came from hiding in a bush. Chrisco knew he had been played and started to analyze the players.
"Pretty sure he just wants the best gear that this bastard'll drop after we kill him off." An assassin jumped down from the branch off a tree branch and landed gracefully in the clearing.
The girl on the ground got up, dusting herself off as she cast a healing spell on herself, HP now slowly regenerating. "Yeah let's talk about that after he's dead."
This is why I shouldn't stick my neck out for others. I should know this but…this is what I get, karma I guess. Four against one… Human Samurai, human Guardian, Elf Cleric and… a wolf Assassin levels ranging from 52 to 68. Even being level 90….this will be tough.
As Chrisco quickly opened up his menu and went to his skills, he was fidgeting, he was nervous. As he tried to move forward while going to his summons list many more menus popped up and threw him off.
Wha- the interface sucks, how the hell are we supposed to fight. How was that guy swinging his sword so damn easily.
The samurai noticed Chrisco noticed trying to go into his menu and dashed towards his prey "No you don't!" As he neared he gripped his katana and swung the blade overhead at Chrisco, taking a nice little chunk out of his HP an Chrisco let out a small whelp as he fell on the floor.
That, hurt…that HURT, wasn't this a game?! If it hurts does that mean if they kill me I do for real? Shit. Shit! I didn't think this through, how can I save anybody If I don't know how to fight?
Panic took over and Chrisco began tapping randomly at the Status screen hoping for something, anything. Then he remembered something and closed the menu, the Samurai still before him readied his blade for another attack. As the PKer slashed again, Chrisco grabbed the hilt of the shortsword at his waist and parried the strike, sparks flew as the weapons clashed, collecting himself Chrisco got back to his feet.
"Why the hell are you guys watching? Help me take this chump out." The other Pkers were having a friendly discussion and talking amongst themselves, making the Samurai even angrier. "Fine just don't expect to get a single freaking gold out of this. He's mine."
"Stop crying, look at that guy, he can barely use his sword and you're acting like he'll be an actual challenge, we'll leave this one to you."
The samurai cursed as he charged yet again at Chrisco, who shakily held the sword in his right hand.
Alright I can do this, I just have to get a couple good hits and he'll be done for. Here he comes!
Chrisco ducked as the blade grazed his head, then countered with a quick slash at the Samurai's midsection but the player easily deflected the blow. "That all ya got?! Crescent Wave!" The Samurai slashed the air, leaving a white outline in the air which burst into a sliver of white energy, it crashed into Chrisco and sent him flying to a nearby tree, a painful thud could be heard as he crashed into the trunk, and even the instigating PKers winced at the sound.
So that's the trick.
"Damn Mike all you have to do is kill him, the least you could do is make it quick and painful." The other PKers laughed at the guardian's remark. Then a loud laugh came from Chrisco which silenced the PKers. "Think you hit him a little too hard there Mike."
"So that's how you use skills." The PKers suddenly became more alert. "Too late, Great King of the North come to my aide, I summon you Fenrir!" An Icy wind blew through the clearing, before it concentrated beside Chrisco. Then a seven foot wolf materialized from the blizzard, Its white fur glistened in the sunlight and the large claymore that it held in its jaws made it even more menacing. The PKers looked at Chrisco, then to the wolf, then back to Chrisco.
"This prey has some fangs… so Mike what do we do?" Asked the cleric as she began to move to the back of the group. Mike simply smiled and slung his katana over his shoulder.
"Kill this bastard as planned!"
"Your plan is flawed, you had your chance and its come and gone. But it's a pretty good plan, I think I'll use it myself." Chrisco said cockily, now that he had his summon, these guys were done for. Fenrir howled and nearby birds took to the air, sensing the impeding danger. "So you guys ready?"
To be Continued…
Thank for reading, I'll be sure to post an update in the next week so stay tuned, and I hope you enjoy reading as much as I did writing.