Spellcraft

by Andrew Beymer

  Sure enough the mage made a little motion with his hands and the whole tree swaying thing stopped like he’d flipped a switch. The prick was using magic to make it seem like there was something pants-shittingly terrifying moving through the forest.

  “That’s a neat trick,” Kris said.

  “I guess,” I said, more annoyed at the trick than anything.

  I wondered what the fuck these assholes were doing in a starter area. I looked them up and down. They definitely seemed like the type who’d been playing this game for awhile. Which meant they were the kind of assholes who’d paid their way into early access.

  The one on the right wore leather armor that screamed he was a stealth character of some sort. He had flowing brown hair that went down to his shoulders and looked like something that belonged on a male model and not someone in a digital fantasy recreation of the middle ages. His face was almost too handsome, if you were into that sort of thing which I definitely wasn’t, and he wore the disdainful look of someone who thought he owned the world around him.

  That disdain extended to me and Kris when he realized there was more than the goblin in the clearing. He seemed surprised, at least he started and blinked when he got a good look at us, but he recovered quickly and that smug asshole look was back.

  I concentrated on the guy and his character summary popped up. His name was Gregor. The game helpfully informed me that Gregor’s skill specialties were Thief and Ranger, which meant the guy had spent a lot of time skulking around since the game assigned classes based on skills pursued rather than defining skill trees by class choice.

  I looked at Gregor’s equipment and noticed some oddities for a character who was presumably still on the lower end of the game’s skill tree progression for all that he’d had a month’s head start.

  At least his gear looked like it was beyond where he should’ve been as far as leveling progression was defined in this game where there were no levels in the classical sense. The game was all skill based, and a person leveled skills from one skill point to whatever limit Lotus had set.

  They hadn’t disclosed those limits. I'd read all about the game systems they were willing to divulge, devouring everything I could about the game’s mechanics without going to the official forums where I might have something about the actual gameplay or story or scenario spoiled by one of the early access people.

  The beauty of the game was the math underlying the game had been built so it was as close to the real world as possible. So while in some games it’d be impossible for someone with a a skill of 1 in daggers to take on someone with, say, a 100 in daggers, in this game it was conceivable for a noob to get the drop on a “more skilled” player and come out on top because that sort of thing was possible in the real world.

  Highly unlikely, but possible if the lower skilled player was clever. Lotus was a blend of RPG mechanics, real world rules, and twitch mechanics that made it unlike any MMO that’d come before. And that was before you got into the realistic VR immersion achieved with the earbuds.

  I turned my attention to the other guy. The mage, whose name was Kravos according to his character sheet. This asshole was in your typical mage robes coupled with a van dyke on his face that made him look like an off brand Doctor Strange or Ming the Merciless, and there was the same problem with his equipment that I noticed with the other asshole.

  It seemed way too good for the single month they’d had in the game. I'd been poring over loot tables in Lotus Online databases to get an idea of the kind of gear I could expect at lower levels. The stuff these guys wore had all sorts of fancy percentage bonuses to spellcasting and archery. Gregor’s boots had Move Silent on them, and Kravos was sporting a robe that gave him like 20% magic regen which was ridiculous even if they’d been powerleveling their skills.

  Basically they were decked out like a couple of twinks. The problem with that was no one could be close to the maximum skill level in anything at this point in the game’s short life. At least I hadn’t heard of anyone, though I guess it was possible that’d happened and I’d missed it since I was doing a dangerous spoiler avoidance dance every time I tried to learn something about the game without learning too much about the game.

  There certainly hadn’t been time for someone to sit on their high skill combo of choice throne long enough that they got bored with their skill build and decided to deck out a new lower skilled character for shits and giggles.

  There was one final thing that had my suspicions pinging. The overpowered items they wore were all labeled as Horizon Syndicate items.

  I told myself the name similarity was just that. A coincidence. It had to be. There was no way those assholes could be here in Lotus Online.

  Still, that name had my stomach twisting, and my unease wasn’t helped when Gregor the Stealth Asshole opened his mouth and confirmed my suspicions that he was a raging asshole with a big throbbing hemorrhoid cherry on top.

  “Oh look,” Gregor said. “More noob rabble come to ruin our sport.”

  12

  Griefing the Griefers

  “Who are you calling a noob, gold buyer?” Kris asked.

  Kravos eyed Kris with open disdain. Then again I got the feeling that looking down his nose at the world was just a thing he did and not necessarily something reserved for us alone.

  He held out a hand and made a production of sending flames dancing over his fingers. It was only slightly ruined when he didn’t notice in his concentration that his robe sleeves were falling forward and the cuffs had started to smolder.

  Apparently friendly fire wasn’t something that was turned off in this game. I snickered as I watched his sleeve catch fire. It took a moment for the pain receptors to tell him what his eyes couldn’t because he was so busy looking at us to make sure we were reacting appropriately to his badass display.

  He quickly pulled back and the spell winked out of existence. He yelped and tried to pat the fire out, then started slamming his sleeve against Gregor who shifted slightly and hit his mage buddy with an annoyed glare. Any level of impressive intimidation these assholes might’ve projected was thoroughly ruined.

  “Who are you calling a gold buyer?” Gregor asked wit a sneer.

  I’d heard stories of people hating someone immediately, and I'd always thought they were ridiculous. I wasn’t sure how ridiculous they were now though.

  Because the moment I heard that guy’s voice I knew that I hated him. This Gregor prick was arrogant. Full of himself. The kind of gamer who thought he was better than everyone else and probably didn’t have the skills to back up his boasting.

  Which pretty much described nearly every competitive online gamer in the history of competitive online gaming, but there was something about the way this asshole stared at us that had my hackles rising. He was exactly the kind of condescending prick I’d expect to buy his way into a game like this.

  And I wasn’t going to let this asshole talk to my friend like that. I scrambled to my feet and the goblin took up refuge behind me, his claws digging into my knees as he hid from these pricks.

  The thought of a thinking creature, even a bit of code running on a server, being so terrified of these assholes only pissed me off more.

  “Clearly the two of you are buying gold if you’re able to afford that twink gear on top of getting early access,” I said. “It wouldn’t be the first time someone with more money than skill decided to make a trade. Is that how you lost your virginity too? I bet you didn’t hesitate to pay the thirty percent neckbeard price hike the nice prostitute charged to touch you.”

  Yeah, my mouth was running ahead of my mind, but this guy pissed me off that much. I think everyone’s known someone who made them irrationally angry at some point in their life, and this guy was pushing all my buttons without trying.

  Gregor’s response was smooth and immediate. One moment his bow was at his back, the next his bow was out with an arrow nocked and pointed at me.

  “Say that again, noob,” he said, his voice barely
above a whisper. “Better yet, give us the goblin and then say that again. I don’t want to hit our payday.”

  I looked to the goblin. The thing sat there attached to me trembling in obvious terror. I wondered how the hell a pathetic creature like this could possibly be a threat or a payday for these assholes, and I also knew that if these pricks wanted this goblin then I was going to do my best to stop them from getting it.

  Even if I had no fucking clue how I was going to stop them. They had more skill points than me. Anything over one was more than I had currently. Plus they had that twink gear that was unlike anything I’d seen in any of the databases I’d been poring through when I wasn’t doing homework.

  Was that player crafted gear? Could players craft stuff that nice? If they could then it opened up some very interesting possibilities. Assuming I survived long enough to take some of those possibilities and turn them into a fully formed plan.

  “I’ll tell you what,” Kravos said. “Why don’t you hand over the goblin and we’ll forget this ever happened?”

  “Oh, so you’re going to be the good cop now? Here’s an idea. How about you guys get the hell out of here and we keep the goblin?” I said. “I don’t think he wants to go with you.”

  “How about I let this arrow go, we see what your insides look like, and then I take the goblin over your dead bodies?” Gregor asked.

  I was relieved when Kris moved to stand next to me. Sure we were probably about to die, but at least we were about to die standing up for what was right.

  Even if “what was right” was an NPC that was nothing more than a few lines of code in some database somewhere. I felt like an idiot for doing this, but I'd always had a soft spot for people who were being bullied, and this goblin fit the bill even if it wasn’t, strictly speaking, real.

  Gregor rolled his eyes, but oddly enough he lowered his bow and didn’t fire. Or the goblin, for that matter, which was a lesser but almost as important goal I was shooting for.

  “Forget this shit,” Gregor muttered. “I’m just taking the goddamn goblin. I’d like to see you stop me.”

  His eyes gleamed. Like he very much wanted me to try and stop him. There was something to that, something that wasn’t adding up here, but I didn’t have time to think it through when it looked like I was about to fight for my life.

  I tensed and waited for the guy to come at me. I might not be worth much in a fight against this prick, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t try. This was a game where a noob could get in a hit against a player with higher skills, after all, even if longterm that fight wasn’t going to end well for said noob if they didn’t finish the fight with that first hit.

  “Are you sure you want to do that Gregor?” a decidedly feminine voice called out from the forest.

  My head whipped towards the new voice. I thought I detected some rustling in the trees, but it was difficult to tell for sure. That might’ve been the wind.

  “Who’s out there?” Gregor shouted. “Show yourself!”

  Laughter spilled from the trees.

  “You and I both know it doesn’t work like that, Gregor,” she said. “I’ve got a bead drawn on your ballsack, stealth on my side, and a Sneak Attack that’s going to make sure you won’t be able to use those things at one of the NPC brothels until you suicide and pay a resurrection skill penalty. Do you really want to try me?”

  I blinked. NPC brothels? I'd been trying to avoid spoilers, and that was definitely something that hadn’t made it into any of the public facing information about the game.

  Then again considering the puritanical assholes out there who still railed against any perceived impropriety in video games I couldn’t blame Lotus for staying mum on that. Assuming it was even something they’d put into the game and not something players had come up with on their own.

  Come up with a new form of media and it wouldn’t take long for people to figure out how to turn that media to the business of fucking.

  “Wait, did she just say brothels?” Kris asked. “Is that seriously a thing? Because if it is this game just got way more interesting!”

  I rolled my eyes. It was one thing to be intrigued by the idea. It was another thing entirely to act like a creep about it. Leave it to Kris to cross that line.

  “Shut up, noob,” the disembodied girl in the forest said.

  “Who are you calling a noob?” Kris asked.

  “If you know what’s good for you you’re going to shut the fuck up,” the girl shouted.

  I kept searching, and a notification popped up that said I'd gained a point in the Scout ability. Not that gaining that point was doing me a damn bit of good tracking down the girl attached to that voice, but I'd take any skills I could get.

  “Let’s think about this,” Kris said. “You already admitted you’re staring at this asshole’s ballsack, which must be like the most amazing thing ever for you. It’s not like you can shoot both of us at once.”

  “Tell your friend to shut up before she really annoys me,” the girl said.

  “Wait, are you talking to me now?” I asked.

  “Yes I’m talking to you!” the girl growled. “Now Gregor, Kravos, I want you to get the hell out of here and I want you to leave the goblin and the noobs alone. Got it?”

  “Who the hell are you to tell me what to… Fucking bitch!”

  Kravos shouted as an arrow sprouted between his legs and his robes bloomed with a red color that hadn’t been there a moment ago.

  “You said you were targeting Gregor’s balls!” Kravos screamed as he grabbed at his favorite piece of anatomy. At least that had been his favorite piece of anatomy.

  “Yeah, and it doesn’t take all that long to retarget,” she said.

  Okay then. This girl was ice cold, and apparently she hadn’t been joking when she said she’d been targeting that particularly sensitive bit of anatomy. From the way he sank to his knees with his hands over the arrow screaming at the top of his lungs Kravos didn’t care for that arrow being there.

  I winced. Sure I knew this was all a game and the guy hadn’t actually taken a shot to the nuts, but it was still difficult looking at someone taking it in the family jewels. Especially when I knew how realistic the pain simulation was in this game. I turned away because the sight was too horrifying.

  “Want to try me and see if that leather keeps out my arrows Gregor?” the girl asked. “Because I can guarantee you my archery skill is way better than your armor. Even if you are walking around in that Horizon shit.”

  Horizon shit. Even the mention of Horizon was enough to make my blood boil. Well, make it boil more than it already was, that is. What the fuck was that name doing in Lotus?

  Gregor looked around the forest, though it looked like he had no way of telling where the voice was coming from either. He looked to me and the goblin, and it was like all the hate in the world was radiating from the prick.

  Gregor spat on the ground. Right where his friend Kravos had been, but apparently that wound to the nuts had been too much or Kravos’s hit points weren’t all that high to begin with considering he was a squishy glass cannon mage. Whatever the reason, he’d dissolved in front of us, his body going through all the various stages of decomposition in a couple of seconds.

  “Wow. That was pretty cool,” I said.

  “You’re telling me,” Kris said. “But I really don’t want that to happen to me.”

  “Join the club,” I said.

  “Decision time Gregor,” the girl said. “You want to die like your friend? I’m not aiming for your nuts, but you bet your lame ass I’m going to make it hurt worse than what Kravos just endured.”

  I blinked. Damn. That was quite the threat considering what Kravos had just been through.

  “Fuck you, bitch,” Gregor said.

  “You wish,” the girl said. “And by the way, I have a message for Torian. You tell him nothing’s making me come back. Not you or any of the other Horizon Dawn assholes.”

  Gregor grinned a slimy half grin at that.


  “That you out there Keia?” he said. “I wondered where you’d disappeared to. If you were smart you’d stay away from Horizon Dawn territory.”

  An arrow appeared in Gregor’s thigh. Gregor looked down and blinked a couple of times. Like he was getting used to the idea of an arrow in his thigh, or maybe the pain receptors were taking a moment to catch up to the visual cue of a fucking arrow embedded in his body, but after a beat he screamed at the top of his lungs.

  “What the fuck Keia?” he shouted, spittle flying from his mouth.

  He flipped off the forest half a second before his body jerked in several different directions as more arrows landed. Sure enough that Keia chick had been right. His armor was no match for her arrows.

  Still, he was standing. Not good. Anyone who could take that many hits and keep ticking wasn’t someone I wanted to mess with.

  He only stayed standing for the space of a breath before he fell to the ground convulsing. Then he turned into a rapidly decomposing body that left behind a little treasure chest where he’d gone down.

  “Poison arrows asshole!” the girl, Keia, shouted.

  “Damn,” I breathed.

  This was a devious girl after my own heart!

  “Did you see what they were wearing?” Kris asked. “I wouldn’t mind getting my hands on some of that stuff!”

  “You’re not a mage or a stealth character Kris,” I said. “And neither am I.”

  “Sticking around would be a bad idea noobs,” Keia said. “We’re not far from Nilbog. You wait around too long and they’ll show up again and fuck you up.”

  “Are you going to show yourself?” I asked. “I feel like we owe you something for saving us.”

  “Not a chance noob,” the girl said, though when she called us noobs it didn’t have the same sting as when that asshole Gregor used the term.

  With Gregor he was making a value judgment on what he thought of us based on how long we’d been playing a fucking video game. With her it sounded like a statement of fact.