Guess who's back! Back again! NightHawk's back! Tell your friends! I'm also taking OC's in the future, but for now let me establish the setting of my story. I'll let you know when the OC's will be taken and the information I need.

Fate/Rise of Legends

Today was the day! It was finally coming out! The game was finally going to be officially released! The biggest thing in the gaming community was finally coming to the United states, no, the world! The nerve gear, the most advanced virtual reality headset, was being released worldwide!

Along with it came the first "true" virtual reality game. Throne of Heroes Online. Some say it will be the greatest RPG ever. A game based off mythology and legends from around the world, with many historians and researchers assisting in its development. The class system allowed for tons of customization and yet still gave all the classes notable differences and affected their playstyle. Stories of beta testers using various weapons, armor, items and powers from countless legends filled the internet, exciting players who wanted to use items like the fabled King Arthur's Excalibur or Poseidon's trident.

Then there were the legends that these worldwide beta testers fought against. This made the players want to fight against these legends themselves. The Linnaean Hydra, Vlad the Impaler and many more. The fame and location system allowed you to forge your own legend across the virtual world. You could be a great hero or a terrible villain.

But either way the true prize was the holy grail. The cup capable of granting any player incredible exp and giving them a secret prize that no one knows about, presumably a wish or something close to it. But no-one so far has come even close to defeating its guardian. The rumors about the guardian vary from person to person. But either way, every player tries as hard as possible to become the first to claim it.

Chapter 1: Birth of the Legends.

Jacob laid back on his bed with his Nerve gear on. Everything was set. The Gear was plugged in and all the lights were flashing green. The spare battery was fully charged in case anything like a power outage happened while he was diving. With everything set he closed his eyes and said the words that began his new adventure to become a legend. "Link start!"

His vision suddenly turned white and streams of color flashed past his eyes. He felt himself jump as the scenery suddenly changed. "I hope I didn't break anything IRL. Mom's gonna be pissed!" The nervegear began listing off system checks and a "Welcome to Throne of Heroes Online!" appeared in front of him. His excitement began to rise, and he couldn't keep the massive grin off his face or the twinkle out of his eyes. "Yes! I was waiting almost a whole year for this game! I finally get to play it!"

He quickly customized his character; a handsome young man with dark skin and swept back, pointed hair and red eyes; and was then dropped off in front of seven figures. They looked like stone figures in different poses. "This is where I choose my class huh?" he said to himself. Jacob had done his research on the classes before buying the game and wanted to choose the class that best suited his fighting style.

The first on the far left was a figure in heavy armor and held a whip in its hands. The pedestal it was on said "Rider." Jacob thought for a moment. "This class seems to be for those who like to crush enemies with powerful beasts," he said aloud to himself. "I'd be devastating on open ground. Maybe I can even have a constant companion. Out in the open with a strong mount I'd be almost unstoppable. But honestly this class is too flashy in my opinion. It's probably an arrow and spell magnet. And if I don't have the right mount for the terrain things could get nasty. Still, good magic resistance."

He moved on to the next statue. This one was a man in robes on a hood with its arms crossed over its chest. There was a curved knife in each hand. This class was "Assassin." Jacob liked the sound of this, but something bugged him. "I do like the idea of being stealthy, but if I get noticed then I'm likely done for. But it's definitely on my radar. Hopefully there's a way to avoid getting cut down almost immediately. Any of the other classes could beat me pretty badly in a head to head fight. Besides, some people consider it the weakest class."

The next statue was a figure holding a longbow toward the sky. This figure was dressed in light armor. "Archer. At least I'll be able to use any form of projectiles as my main weapon. But fighting effectively only at range? I was always at my best at close range. That's where my battle instincts tend to kick in. At least they have decent magic resistance. Though I will admit that snipers are my worst nightmare. If I met these guys on the battlefield..." he shivered and felt his skin crawl. Virtual reality is much more realistic than a screen in his hands or on his dresser.

He moved on to the next statue. This one looked like a knight holding a longsword out in front of itself. The word on the statue gave away its name. "So, this is the famous saber class huh? I guess I can see why they call it the strongest class. Perhaps..." He reached out and suddenly stopped himself from touching the name on the statue. "Too many people pick this class. It's easy to master and tanky as hell, especially with the magic resistance class skill, but it can still dish out all the damage it can take and more. Add that to decent mana and you've got a well balanced and powerful class. Still, it's too predictable and straight forward. These guys also suck at range, so archers are going to be a huge pain. Being restricted to swords means that unless you've somehow built up enough mana to spam your noble phantasm you're main choice is to fight in melee." he moved on to check out the other classes.

The next was a man in a large hat and light armor pointing a spear forward towards the sky. It was obvious what this class was, but he still read the name anyway. "Lancer class, eh? These guys are known for being the saber's rival knight class. The knight of the spear, lower defense and strength than the Saber, but higher agility. The fastest class on foot. The use of polearms also comes in handy for their hit and run attacks. Not bad magic resistance either. But still, they mainly focus on melee and have pretty poor mana." He moved to the next statue.

This one was not a human, but instead a minotaur with massive curled horns and a mouth full of pointed teeth. It had an angry expression on its face and its hands were reaching out as if to grab something... or someone. "The berserker class. The mad warrior. I've heard that this class is a risky one. They've had to nerf the side effects of mad enhancement because it almost made people go insane. But the striking power of this is the greatest of all the classes. If only it had more mana and agility..." He moved on to the last class.

This one showed a man in a pointy wizard's hat. The person had a book in their right hand and a staff with a jewel in their left, pointed forward towards the sky. "The caster class. Sometimes called the weakest class due to its low physical stats and so many other classes having magic resistance. But I've heard stories of casters being underestimated by their enemies, only for those enemies to get blown sky high by some of the strongest magic they've seen. The only class able to use true magic without the use of skills." Jacob stepped back to look over the classes again.

He carefully pondered what class to choose. "The obvious pick would be saber, especially with the greatest overall survivability, but that class is so basic and predictable. Lancer is also quite basic. It's like a slightly squishier but faster saber with less strength but more range. Berserker has the greatest physical strength but the mad enhancement could easily backfire. It's too high risk high reward for my liking. Rider has powerful mounts but I have to work to find and collect powerful mounts. Being able to summon them at anytime can be game changing but I need the right mounts for the right situation. Caster has the greatest magic potential but is weak up close most of the time. Summoning magic could change that but preparation and cast time can be a pain in the ass. Archer is also powerful at range, so I could take advantage of stealth and range, but I'd get slaughtered up close. Assassin is weak in direct combat..." A grin spread across Jacob's face, "But the deadliest enemy is the one you don't know is coming." He walked back over to the man with the twin daggers. He tapped the word "Assassin" and the words "Do you choose to play as this class?" appeared in front of him. Jacob paused for a second before tapping "Yes". His senses were overtaken by a blinding light.

When Jacob opened his eyes he was standing in front of a globe. The words "Choose your starting location," hovered above it. Jacob put a hand to his chin and thought to himself for a moment. "Where do I want to go first? If I remember correctly the different eras overlap each other."

He looked at the second largest land mass on the map. "I've always wanted to explore Africa. The wildlife there is so cool! But there are so many hostile tribes there and so few major civilizations there. Their technology is underdeveloped too. I won't have many safe places there."

He looked over at the North and south American continents. "That place has a lot of tribes there as well. I can expect underdeveloped technology there as well. But hey, at least Africa and the Americas have less dangerous monsters most of the time."

He looked at the Eurasian land mass, the place where most players start their journeys. The homes of the most famous and powerful legends. "What should I choose first? A lot of these countries farther north have good technology and relatively safe cities, but that also comes with dangerous monsters and spirits. At least I'll get better gear than if I started off in the lesser developed countries." He sighed and gave a small pity smile. "I wonder how many players are planning on taking over a European or Asian nation and then sending their troops to Africa. Though I will admit that Egypt will be a pain to take over, with all their gods and monsters there. If the monsters don't kill you the wildlife will. They've also got good weapons as well. Maybe I should have started there."

Jacob looked back up at the other nations before resting his eyes on a small island nation in the pacific. The country of japan. "Good weapons and armor, protected cities, an island nation that is mostly isolated, a few powerful monsters like dragons that can actually be reasoned with, not a bad place to start. . . Okay, I'll admit it, I'm just being a weaboo." He sighed and laughed to himself. "Alright, let's start there." He tapped on Japan and the country was highlighted. "Do you wish to start here?" He said yes. The next thing he knew he was once again blinded by a white light. This time he was ready though, so he squeezed his eyes shut and opened them after a few seconds.

The first thing he noticed was the sound. There was talking all around him. He opened his eyes and then noticed the sights and smell around him. He was standing in the center of a large city, surrounded by other human beings. Other players were spawning around him every second. There were shops and markets all around him. Birds flew through above him and children were playing in the streets. Horses pulled wagons and carriages through the streets. He could smell the food around him in the nearby stores and markets. The palace in the distance told him that he was somewhere important. "This is it! I'm officially one of the lucky 10-million players from around the world to get this game! I'm going to forge my own legend into this world! Now all I need is map and a weapon shop.

Japan: A woman with blue hair wearing a black cloak and wielding a staff stood in front of a lone wolf. What the wolf didn't know was that the woman was charging up a spell using a deadly and unpredictable magic. A black aura coated the staff as an orb began to form around the gem at the tip.

Norway:

A large, powerful Norse man with Viking braids in his hair wandered alongside a freezing beach. He stood at 5'9 and had blonde hair. He soon came upon some bandits that were docking on the shore. The bandits turned to him and quickly drew their weapons. The young man in Viking robes and light armor grinned like a madman before raising an axe and shield. He screamed in with bloodlust and his eyes turned red as he charged the bandits.

Iceland:

A young Norse man with a light tan, black hair and heterochromatic eyes (the left ocean blue and the right ocean green) stood on the bow of a Viking ship. He blocked incoming arrows with his shield as they got nearer to a British ship. As soon as the ships crashed head on he leaped from his ship's bow with his shield out in front of him, a long spear poised and ready to strike.

Russia:

A man in a green cloak and hood stood in the trees of a snowy forest. His dirty blonde hair shadowed his eyes as he knocked an arrow and drew the string of his longbow. His unsuspecting targets were packing up their encampment and preparing to move. The one leading them had no idea that a few dozen yards away an arrow was aimed directly at his head.

Middle East:

A man dressed in Arab clothes rode on the back of a horse. He watched as a caravan passed carefully. He waited until he could fully see it before pulling out an axe and galloping off towards it, signaling to the other mounted warriors behind him to begin the attack.

Egypt:

A man in robes was walking through the desert. The staff he held in his hand had a blue jewel that occasionally crackled with electricity. He paused for a second as he gazed at the pyramid in front of him, before once again setting off toward his destination. As he entered it mummies with weapons began to rise from their tombs. The man raised his staff and lightning sparked from the gem in the tip.