Hey all you folks who have favorited my story, y'all are awesome by the way, I need some advice again, so if you want to PM it to me or leave it in the reviews that would be awesome. Here's the question. So I have like 15 ish fanfic ideas bouncing around in my head, it's part of why I never get anything out there, I can't pin down an idea long enough to write it. So should I try and force my brain to write more for this Fic or write down pieces of my other fic ideas as they come to me? Also how do you all feel about the length of each chapter, is 1000-1500 good, or should I go bigger like 3000+? Anyway on to the story. P.S. I don't own Log Horizon

Silence blanketed the room even as Henrietta brought their drinks over, somehow managing to set down the tray without making a sound. The group grabbed their respective drinks and for a few minutes sipped quietly, until Urs finally broke the ice.

"So, what exactly would you two like to know?"

Henrietta set her cup down, her hands folded in her lap. "Well for starters just tell us about yourself, I mean who you are in this world of course." Urs tipped his head in acknowledgement.

"Alright then. My name is Urs Reisläufer, I'm a level 90 Barbarian and Weapon Master."

Marielle chimed in, "What's a Barbarian? Oooh and what's a Weapon Master?"

"They're my class and sub-class, does the Japanese version of Log Horizon not have this system?"

"It does. I think Marielle was asking about your classes themselves, we don't have your two classes. Can you tell us about them, please?"

"Sure, so my class is Barbarian. Barbarians are similar to most tanking classes. We have high health, damage reduction, and defensive stats like parry, dodge, etc. In fact most Barbarians actually have more health than tanks, but we lack any real tanking abilities."

Henrietta cocked an eyebrow, "Exactly how much health do you have?"

"25,724."

Marielle choked on her tea and sputtered, "25,000! None of the tanks we know have anything even close to that!" Urs chuckled, "I'm not too surprised, however there is a reason for it. I only have about 5,000 MP, and my lowest cost skill uses 1,500. A Barbarian's large health is more to compensate for the low MP; we have a passive skill called Self-sacrifice. It allows us to use our health instead of our MP to use our activated skills. Like the one I used when I carried you, Henrietta."

Marielle turned to Henrietta with a sneer, "Oh ho ho, he carried you huh? How did it feel being in his big strong arms?" A fierce blush came over Henrietta's face, "It-it-it-it was only for a few minutes and I was guiding him here!"

"Oh leave her alone Marielle. Anyway do want me to continue, or are you going to keep teasing her?" It was marielle's turn to blush, "yes please."

"Okay, to answer the question I know you want to ask Henrietta. The skill I used on that ranger is called Multi-strike. It gives me multiple weapons strikes over a short period of time, about ten in two seconds however there is tradeoff. Each strike only does half of my normal weapon damage, and I can only hit the same target twice in a row. The skill is really meant to take on multiple opponents."

Henrietta raised her hand, "when you rushed to umm, save me, you yelled something. What did you say?"

"What did I say? It was my sword's name."

"It's name, why did you call it out?"

"After the Apocalypse I quickly found out that to draw my weapons from my omni-sheath I have to call out the weapon name."

"What's an omni-sheath?"

"It's a magical weapon sheath that can hold up to eight weapons of any type, I currently have six in mine."

"Six?"

"Well yeah, you didn't wonder how I fit such a huge sword into the sheath?" Again Henrietta blushed, "Well yes I did?"

"And now you know."

Marielle piped up "You've told us a bit about your character, but what about you personally?"

"Miss Marielle I mean no offence, but I don't know either of you that well, maybe in time as we become friends I'll tell you two about myself." With a look that could rival a sad puppy Marielle said, "Okay, I guess"

"Thank you. Now, Henrietta you said that there was an emergency of some kind. I know you said that we are waiting for someone, but could you tell me what exactly is going on?"

"Of course! One of our guild members is trapped in the city of Susukino. I've called some friends to form a party to rescue her."

"How exactly did she get trapped in a city? I don't recall there being any sort of game rule or spell that would keep someone in a city."

"A local guild leader has started a manhunt for her, I don't really know why. But she cant leave the city, because if she steps foot past the gates his guild members will attack and kill her." Urs sighed, "And if she dies she will resurrect at the church in Susukino, where he will have people waiting to grab her, yes?" Henrietta nudged up her glasses, "Yes, most likely." Urs stretched his arms above his head, "And I guess you want me to help?" Marielle nodded. "Believe I want to help you, but I don't think I can." Urs put up his hand before Marielle could speak. "It's not that I don't want to, I do. You two have been nothing but kind to me, and you don't even know me. But I've done quests similar to this, and if there is one thing I've learned it's that teamwork is crucial. These friends of yours also don't know me. There is no way they will trust me enough to work with them, and I'm assuming we don't have time to work up to that level of trust. Besides I still haven't quite adjusted to this world yet I honestly don't feel ready for real combat." Both Henrietta and Marielle looked dejected. Henrietta sighed, "I supposed that's wise, but would you at least be willing to meet our friends and at least discuss the plans to save our guild member?" Urs looked directly into Henrietta eyes and thought to himself 'something tells me in no time at all you could ask me to anything and I would say yes without question.' "Of course. Frankly the more friends I have in the strange land, the better." At this Henrietta smiled.