A/N: Used some of your guys' ideas, thanks for the all of the comments. I think I will use style rather than class. I'm trying to keep a low amount of rpg mechanics, as I try to maintain more of a like fantasy type world. But alas, I screwed up a couple times already with that. But it's a learning process. As always, comment, rate, whatever. Happy reading

Check your inventory, I have a surprise for you!

At first Cyrus couldn’t figure out how to use the ring. No matter how much he thought about it or tapped it, nothing would happen. The ring consisted of a golden silver band, with a pure white stone on top. The stone and the band were covered in engravings in a language that both Aradhel and him did not know.

Aradhel noticed his frustration, and was hoping to help Cyrus, even if she was confused as to how he got the ring and the necklace, both very expensive looking items. “Have you tried binding them?” She assumed that he was trying to open whatever was in his ring.

“Binding?” Cyrus did not understand what binding was, nor was it ever in the game.

“It’s when you put a drop of blood on the item, it’ll bind to you and only you can use it. Although, if someone already bound it before you, you can’t use it without having a mage unbound it.” She added that last part just in case he stole it. “Oh, but binding doesn’t mean you can’t lose it, so be careful.”

Without a word further, Cyrus pricked his fingers with his teeth, drawing a few drops of blood. He wiped them on the ruby and the ring, both glowing for a second to acknowledge his binding.

He first tried to think about the necklace but nothing happened.

All Cyrus had to do was think about his inventory and it all popped up, just like the game. There were countless items in there from his playing time. One thing that was missing though, were all of his alchemy related goods. He was missing all of his different types of confections. It seemed as if Scurra had left him only gear/clothes, weapons, and some other useless junk he really didn’t have a use for in the game that he had collected during his time playing. Cyrus had no idea why he would do that. Maybe to make it harder for him or to be a pain in the ass? It was definitely was giving Cyrus a headache since he would probably have to start over and the time it would take would never be able to offset the amount he could make. Just searching for some of the ingredients had killed him before in the game. And judging by the price of the small blue potion, he would have made another fortune with just all of his potions he had previously made. Checking his currency, what he saw was a mere one hundred gold coins.

Cyrus gaped and couldn’t understand what had happened to his fortune. Now he had another reason for an even worse headache that began to pound away at his mind.

I had to pay a little fee with your funds for overstaying my welcome. I’m sure you’ll figure something out. Stay tuned for a message when you reach the capital. xoxo

“Fuck you Scurra, and your games!” Cyrus yelled at the top of his lungs, hoping that it would somehow reach the heavens.

There was a moment of silence before Aradhel broke it. “Um, Cyrus? Who’s Scurra?” Aradhel wore a look of confusion. Ever since Cyrus came back from killing the guards, he had seemed different; and maybe a little bit angrier.

Cyrus ignored her question and asked, “That reminds me, do you know anything about a god named Scurra?”

“I’ve never heard of anyone named Scurra, let alone a god. Why?” Aradhel was even more confused now but Cyrus was not giving her any answers.

“Nothing.” Cyrus wondered who Scurra really was. He could have been a god like he said, but there’s currently no evidence proving so except his word. I don’t enough about this world to know what he really wants and who he really is, but thinking about it now won’t do me any good, Cyrus thought.

Cyrus cursed his luck. Life would have been so much easier if he had all of his money. In fact, even if he didn’t know the rates for most things in this world. He was sure he probably could have bought several kingdoms with it. What kind of fee did that man have to fucking pay?

Cyrus knew his lack of information was against him so he would have to gather as much information as he could about Scurra. He knew that if a god really wanted to mess with other gods, he wouldn’t have to take someone from another world. He had no information, but he had time and he made sure to find out. He also needed more information about who he really was I this world. He trusted the necklace now because he had no choice. Cyrus figured that the origin of this necklace would also help him understand what and who he’s really dealing with.

With some sort of outline of a plan in place, he now had many things to do after he was done helping Cyrus.

Riding the horse hard, they made good time. However, Cyrus had to go around the towns that they occasionally came across. It wasn’t that he was afraid of getting caught or having every town searching for them, if they could actually do that. There was no need for magic of that sort in the game since messaging was more convenient and efficient.

Cyrus just didn’t want to have to deal with people. He could care less that he had stolen a horse. And to be honest, he didn’t care if he was about to dive into a potential warzone for all he knew. He was confident he would be able to get through it somehow. All he needed to know was some sort of plan for his future endeavors so he could get Scurra and potentially the whole planet, if they figure out what he is, off of his back.

Cyrus could tell that the horse was getting tired, veering off of the dirt road, Cyrus carefully rode them into the woods. They didn’t go too deep but not shallow enough to be easily detected. Cyrus constantly wondered why there had been no one on the road during their travel, it seemed odd for a country as big as this.

Helping Aradhel off, Cyrus tied the horse to a low tree branch and sat by the tree. Aradhel followed suit, and soon fell asleep, occasionally quietly snoring.

“I pushed both of you guys pretty hard huh? But it looks like we only have a couple more days travel.” Cyrus had asked no one in particular, but the horse whinnied at him and went back to graze on the grass below.

Cyrus pulled another identical knife from the one he had left in the horse back at the bloody scene, and put it in its vacant spot.

“I hope they don’t have some kind of finger print magic here. That would just be pathetic for me to be caught like that, a former assassin, right?” This time, Cyrus had directed his question to the horse, but it completely ignored him.

“Well, I guess I’ll let her sleep for an hour. Maybe I’ll try to practice some magic.”

Cyrus didn’t actually know how to use magic. When he was a normal elf during the game, he had just opted not to use it and after becoming a High Elf, he chose the warrior path, denouncing his claim in magic. So naturally, he had no clue how to use it. Even during times when he would play with random party members, he had never bothered to ask how they used magic. He knew that there were magic type skills, but how to activate them he had no clue.

He assumed that they probably just thought about it just like a weapons user did, so Cyrus gave that a go and tried to start with something easy. Was as a fireball easy? Well, he figured he would find out. Scurra did say something about his world, so he probably meant the game.

Cyrus thought hard about conjuring a fireball but nothing appeared. He spent minutes desperately trying to gather energy or mana or whatever would make a fireball out of thin air appear but he could not figure it out. No matter if he said fireball out loud or in his head, or just flicking his palm out, nothing came of it. Sweating profusely from his miserable time, he noticed the sun would soon set.

“Damn, this is gonna take a while. I guess there’s no point in trying to find some place tonight. We’ll just make a camp further in. At least Scurra let me keep my freakin’ tent and a blanket. I guess they’re not so useless in reality.” Cyrus looked towards the distance, but all he could see was the empty dirt road and endless amount of trees and grassland. There was so much green, it sometimes overwhelmed him.

He could still remember his bleak, white hospital room. The only reprieve from his dull surrounding had been the single window that showed the colorful garden outside. “I wonder how Nurse Angie is doing...”

Wiping the sweat off of his face, he woke Aradhel up. Together they walked a little deeper into the forest, to set up their camp for the night.